Rediscovery (Blue Lock x Reader)

It's yo gurl, (y/n)

(Y/n)'s POV:

You guys already know where this is going. Yep, I died. And it was  a death that was filled with betrayal.

To briefly run over my profile. I was a boxer in my past life. I was known to be the youngest boxer to become champion of the world at 22 years of age. Boxing was all I knew, learnt it from my old man. 

Having to grow up in a rough environment, his means to survive was through petty crimes that eventually turned into bigger ones. One thing that stood out about him was his ability to fight. Heck, he loves it with a fiery passion, that alone was how he got himself into illegal underground fights later on. Though, after running the gauntlet, he met my mom and like good 'ol sappy fairy tail stories, he fell in love. But, he knew that love would be dangerous in their current setting. Thus, he decided to quit the ridiculous bullshit and ran away with my mom to built a life he never had. 

When they started their new life, they basically had nothing on their plate. My mom was concerned about it, but not him. Even though he never had an education, and never plan to anytime either. He wasn't worry one bit,  since he announced one day, "Why not just do what I do best?....Time to knock some teeth out!" he recalled to me one time. 

And after going to a proper boxing gym and training, he made a name for himself down the line and soon he made headlines.

When my parents had me, my old man was rather quick to teach me the art of ass whoppin'. Safe to say I shared more similar traits from my dad than my mom. 

My old man's career helped keep our bellies full and keep a roof over our head. It was nice and blissful. Up until my old man's past came back to haunt him. Old enemies came looking for him, seeking revenge for hurting their fragile ego as well as "taking everything from them". It all happened too quickly. Shortly after the press conference with his upcoming opponent, he was found dead, shot in the head.

I was devastated, so was my mom.

Although the culprit was caught and was promptly sent behind bars, it did not erase the scars that was left behind.

Recovering from the lost wasn't easy, so I decided to continue what my old man had left behind and with a blink of an eye, I too became a world champion.

You know what's the funny thing though? How history seem to repeat itself. Because what happened to my old man, happened to me. Though, a bit different, but all the same.

....I honestly cannot imagine my mom's reaction. I'm so sorry, mom...

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I felt something warm grasping my head, "What is it that made you think so hard?" I snap out of my thoughts upon hearing my older brother's voice, "Well, you know me, Jinpachi." I nonchalantly said. He removes his hand, "We were suppose to go out today. You even told me you were going to join." Jinpachi was right, I did say that. I release a sharp sigh before kicking myself up. I soon walk past him and towards the door, "Let's go then." we then both walk towards a nearby soccer field.

To say the least, I had an existential crisis after learning that I was reborn into a manga I've read in my past life, also known as Blue Lock, and as Ego Jinpachi's little sister at that. 

Knowing Ego outside of the manga was....exactly how you'd imagine him. Egocentric? Yep. Batshit insane? Yep yep. Looks like that monster under your bed?.....Yep. Though, despite all these negatives, I noticed that he'd be a lot more tamed around me. A little clingy too. On a serious note though, I'm grateful to have him around especially during my early years here. It was rough. Not fun.

Anyways, back on topic. Blue Lock was my source of comfort during boring and lonely days. Especially when my routine began to consist of  just training, the ones whom I thought were my friends slowly drifted away, since I wasn't hanging out with them as much anymore. So they said. 

Despite the numerous people whom I met throughout my career as well as my team, it still feel as though it was all just for business in the end. After all, it was all common courtesy. And boxing is a business. My old man drilled that notion into my head.

I was, to say the least, envious of the connections every character has with one another. Despite the hardship and the ridiculous competitive environment they were in, their goal and love for the sport was what brought them together, creating a strong bond of companionship and brotherhood. Something that doesn't exist for me.

Don't get me wrong, despite the loneliness that comes with boxing, it doesn't extract the thrill I get when I meticulously beat the living shit out of my challenger. That was what I lived for, I was hooked. 

Well, up until now....Funny how boxing was the very thing that give and killed me. Like my old man...

Well, I'm still sensitive about it, thinking about makes my blood boil, so it'll be a story for another time.

"Are you ready, (y/n)?" I hear Ego said as he lazily juggle the ball with one foot. I simply nodded. We play a couple of friendly rounds to which I tripped him in one of them because he annoyed me. He was really good after all. "Sorry, Jinpachi." Not sorry. He just gave me a look, got up and ruffles my hair, "Careful now, if you do this in a real match, that'd be a foul." I look up with a slight annoyed look, "Jinpachi, I told you I'm not competing. Not now. Never."

It was more like an invisible force is choking me every time I'd try anything competitive wise in sports. It was a constant thought that kept nagging in the back of my head, I can get killed again, don't do it (y/n). That was what I would hear every single time.

I didn't want to listen to that voice, but every time I tried to, it immediately stops me and my body would freeze. So, in the end, I didn't bother trying to play any sports nor get back into boxing. 

Although, Ego still seem excited to get me into it, even though it doesn't show on his face. What am I saying. He has been trying since the day I could walk. In some way, I could see some similarities in the way how Ego was eager to get me into soccer as my old man did with boxing in my past life. I, of course, appreciated it very much, I just wished he didn't nag me about it every chance he get.

"You're wasting your potential, (y/n). *Sigh* You would've become a great striker." I kick the ball towards him and he easily caught it, "No can do. And if you're so obsess over these strikers then go make your own. Plus, you already know I'm not that good." he hums in thought as he drop the ball to juggle it before he snaps his fingers, "You're a genius." I proceed to stretch my legs, "I know. Now take it and run along, Jinpachi." I then dip my upper body to the ground to stretch my hamstrings as I continue my little speech, "I don't want you you nagging me about it anymore. You're busy as it is already. I'm surprise you even managed to find time for me, but you gotta focus on the bigger picture eventually y'know?" I expected a reply from him, but after a while of not hearing anything, I straighten my posture to find him silently staring at me. I took a wild guess, "Are you worry?" I saw how his eyes ever so slightly shifted down. I amusingly sigh as I approach him to give him a hug, "I'll be fine, Jinpachi. There's so much more out there than soccer, y'know. I'll manage." he slowly returned the gesture, "You better." I hum.