[Hiatus] Prince | Blue Lock

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As Team Z gathered for a meeting ahead of their upcoming match against Team W, [Name] quenched their thirst with a sip from their water bottle. The room buzzed with anticipation and excitement, each member eager to share their strengths and weapons on the soccer field.

"My weapon is my magnificent shooting techniques," Raichi declared proudly, a confident smirk adorning his face. The room nodded in acknowledgment, somewhat not surprised by Raichi's statement and his commitment to his motto of "sexy soccer." [Name], however, remained silent, their thoughts drifting to deeper contemplation.

As they observed their teammates discussing their individual weapons, [Name] couldn't help but feel a sense of discontentment. It seemed that, apart from a select few, the arsenal of techniques displayed by their team lacked the exceptional and awe-inspiring abilities seen in their fathers' era. The absence of opponents with awe-inspiring weapons questions the limitations of soccer.

Their mind wandered to the thrilling battles witnessed in their fathers' time, where extraordinary skills clashed on the court, each player possessing a unique weapon that could turn the tide of the game. It was a spectacle that fueled their passion for competition and pushed them to seek out formidable adversaries.They remember watching the videos of their parents during their youth playing basketball. They want that same feeling.

Yet, in the realm of soccer, such encounters remained elusive. The absence of those with extraordinary weapons on the field left [Name] yearning for the same level of intensity and skill. They longed for a rival who would push them to their limits, igniting a fire within them to unleash their full potential.

A tinge of disappointment seeped into their thoughts, contemplating whether the exceptional weapons they sought after were confined to the realm of basketball alone.

Despite this lingering disappointment, [Name] knew they couldn't dwell on it. They had a match to prepare for, a battle that required their full focus and dedication.

Amid the atmosphere of the meeting room, where Team Z was collectively discussing their individual soccer strengths, Meguru's voice broke through with a trace of sleepiness. He uttered his contribution, "Mine is...dribbling..." His demeanor revealed a mixture of humility and self-consciousness, his body swaying slightly as he rubbed his eye with a clenched fist. [Name], feeling a mixture of emotions, managed to suppress their urge to gently nudge him off their lap, they didn't want him to make a habit of this.

Kuon, attentive as ever, directed his inquiry toward [Name], his pencil tapping a rhythmic pattern on his notebook. "How about you, Isagi?"

[Name] met Kuon's gaze, their hand involuntarily quivering for a moment as they suppressed the urge to reach out and tousle Meguru's hair. A habit learned from their Papa, whose fondness for such gestures they had inherited. [Name] considered Kuon's question thoughtfully, their expression guarded. "Depends..." they responded, a hint of complexity lacing their tone. However, the urge to maintain some semblance of personal space and emotional reserve prevailed, prompting them to avoid elaborating further. Instead, their hand continued to run soothingly through Meguru's hair, the tactile connection a grounding reassurance amidst the discussions. They ended up giving in to their urge.

As their exchange continued, Raichi, an observer of the unfolding interactions, responded with an impatient "Oi," his gaze shifting toward Rensuke, who discreetly signaled a subtle negative gesture. The message was clear, and Raichi's exasperated reaction culminated in a dismissive sound. Resignedly, he turned away, a scoff accompanying his departure from the brief interaction.

"Very well. I'll base my strategy on your performance in the last match. Chigiri, what about you?" Kuon's gaze shifted toward the red-haired boy, expectantly awaiting his input. Silently hoping he will be more compliant than [Name].