𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝒸ℯ ✾ 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✿𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎✿

"She wakes at the right time
Sets the right vibes
She's funny but never too much
Mysterious but always in touch"

"Who?" I inquired, my brow furrowing as I watched the woman before me nervously toy with her fingers, as though the simple act could somehow steady her rattled nerves.

She hesitated for a moment, then took a breath, straightening her posture. "I'm Anri Teieri, a recent addition to the Japan Football Union," she replied, her voice unwavering despite the clear unease that lingered in her demeanor.

There was something about her, something off-kilter. She didn't belong here—not in the world I navigated with such ease. And yet, she was standing before me, the calmness in her voice betraying the tension that lay beneath the surface.

I regarded her with a thoughtful hum, my gaze slowly tracing over her petite frame. She carried herself with an air of quiet determination, but there was a softness to her that suggested she was still learning how to command presence in a room like this.

Her neck-length brown hair, neatly adorned with braids, framed her face with a certain elegance. It was simple, yet striking—a reflection of someone who preferred to stay composed, unassuming. Her chocolate-brown eyes, though steady, betrayed a hint of vulnerability, as if the weight of her role had yet to settle comfortably within her.

As I took in the details of her appearance, my eyes drifted to her attire—clean, neat, and unmistakably professional, reminiscent of a secretary's uniform. It was a deliberate choice, signaling that she was here to be taken seriously, though something about the whole package felt almost too calculated, too careful.

I tilted my head slightly, watching her with quiet amusement. This was the person who'd stepped into the chaotic world of football administration?

"Ah, yes, Ego mentioned you in passing during his address. Are you here to give me a tour of Blue Lock?" I queried, my voice casual but laced with a hint of curiosity, already anticipating her affirmative response.

I leaned back slightly, crossing my arms as I studied her reaction. She didn't strike me as someone who was easily rattled, but the way her hands fidgeted earlier suggested a level of discomfort that could become increasingly evident the longer she was in my presence.
Anri nodded, her smile polite yet tinged with an unmistakable apprehension, as if she were trying to mask the uncertainty bubbling beneath her composed exterior. She motioned for me to follow her, and without a word, I fell into step behind her.

I observed her as we moved through the corridors, her pace steady but careful, as though she were choosing her words and actions with deliberate intent. I couldn't help but wonder how much of this situation was truly under her control, and how much she was simply a pawn in Ego's game.
But that was part of the intrigue, wasn't it? Everything had its role to play, and I was just beginning to see how her part fit into this evolving narrative.

Upon entering the building, my initial impression was one of stark contrast. The dim, almost dungeon-like ambiance wrapped the space in an unsettling gloom, the kind of atmosphere designed to instill a sense of confinement. Yet, as my eyes adjusted, the sharp gleam of cutting-edge technology stood out in stark defiance against the oppressive darkness. Screens flickered with data, machines hummed with quiet precision, and every corner of the facility buzzed with a relentless energy that felt at odds with its surroundings.

It was a fitting reflection of Ego's eccentricity—a man who reveled in contradiction, crafting a space that simultaneously felt like a prison and the most advanced training ground in the world. There was no room for softness here, no place for hesitation. It was cold, clinical, and yet undeniably formidable.
I couldn't help but grin to myself. Ego had certainly left his mark, and now, I would too.

Despite the impressive technology and the grandeur of it all, a feeling of uncertainty gnawed at me. Was this environment truly conducive to the success I envisioned? Could this be the breeding ground for greatness, or was it simply an elaborate façade, designed to mask the fragility beneath?

But no matter the doubts that lingered, I had made my choice. And retreat? That was not an option. Not unless sheer boredom—an abyss of monotony—compelled it. No, I was here to stay, and I would shape this project, one way or another.

Anri gestured towards a separate room and bathroom, her tone polite yet careful as she assured me of complete privacy. With a small, formal bow, she handed me a small key before retreating, leaving me alone in the dimly lit corridor before the infirmary.

Slipping the key into my pocket, I stood there for a moment, allowing the weight of my surroundings to settle in. This was my new domain, and I would make sure it reflected nothing less than my standards.

I pushed open the door to my office, and it revealed itself to be a pristine, almost barren sanctuary—untouched, waiting for the personal touch that would soon transform it. The sleek surfaces, the organized space—it was clear this place was built for function, not comfort.

My gaze swept over the orderly room, mentally mapping out the adjustments I would soon make. A touch of chaos was needed. I could already see the space come alive with my presence—subtle but deliberate changes that would turn this sterile box into something uniquely mine.

Seating myself behind the desk, I reached for the dossier Anri had mentioned, my fingers brushing against the thick stack of papers. As I opened it, documents cascaded forth like a waterfall, each one more meticulously organized than the last. Inside were vital details on the 300 boys—names, headshots, identification numbers, medical histories—everything I needed to know in order to navigate the first phase of this project.

A sigh escaped me as I surveyed the mountain of work ahead. Three hundred documents—each one filled with enough data to overwhelm even the most diligent minds. Memorizing and analyzing them all by morning felt like a Herculean task, an undertaking that would push the limits of time and patience.

But I wasn't one to shy away from a challenge. This was merely the beginning. If I wanted to truly understand the potential within these boys, I would need to dive into every detail, see beyond the surface.
No shortcuts. No excuses. The work, for better or worse, had to be done.

"And so it begins," I muttered, a mixture of determination and resignation coloring my tone. The weight of the task ahead settled on my shoulders, but I could already feel the familiar stirrings of resolve—the part of me that thrived under pressure, that excelled when faced with seemingly insurmountable challenges.

With a weary stretch, I reached for the first file and began to sift through the daunting stack before me. Each page felt heavier than the last, yet I pushed forward, methodically absorbing the data. I had no choice but to dive in, for the stakes were high.

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