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 the woman before me nervously toyed with her fingers.

"I'm Anri Teieri, a recent addition to the Japan Football Union," she replied, her voice steady despite her evident unease.

I regarded her with a thoughtful hum, taking in her petite frame, neck-length brown hair adorned with braids, and chocolate-brown eyes. Her attire, reminiscent of a secretary's, hinted at professionalism.

"Ah, yes, Ego mentioned you in passing during his address. Are you here to give me a tour of Blue Lock?" I queried, already anticipating her affirmative response.

Anri nodded, her smile polite yet tinged with apprehension, and motioned for me to follow her. With a nod of compliance, I fell into step behind her, curiosity piqued.

Upon entering the building, my initial impression was one of stark contrast. The dim, dungeon-like ambiance belied the cutting-edge technology within—a fitting reflection of Ego's eccentricity.

Devoid of windows, the space exuded an air of secrecy, yet the holographic displays and state-of-the-art medical equipment in my office hinted at the project's sophistication.

Uncertainty gnawed at me. Was this environment conducive to success? Nevertheless, I had made my choice, and retreat was not an option unless sheer boredom compelled it.

Anri gestured towards a separate room and bathroom, assuring me of privacy, before handing me a small key. With a gracious bow, she departed, leaving me standing before the infirmary.

Slipping the key into my pocket, I entered my office—a pristine sanctuary awaiting personalization. My gaze swept over the orderly space, envisioning future embellishments.

Seating myself behind the desk, I reached for the dossier Anri had mentioned. Papers cascaded forth, each bearing vital information on the 300 boys: names, headshots, identification numbers, and medical histories.

A sigh escaped me as I surveyed the mountain of work ahead. Memorization and analysis of three hundred documents by morning seemed a Herculean task.

"And so it begins," I muttered, a mixture of determination and resignation coloring my tone.

With a weary stretch, I delved into the daunting stack before me, silently vowing that Ego's gamble on my involvement would not be in vain. Yet, the looming threat of boredom lingered, a reminder of the precarious balance upon which this project rested.

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