𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝒸ℯ ✾ 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✿𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑✿

"Cause deep inside I wanna be her
She takes the hit but never shows you
Where it hurts?
Bathes you in spring sunshine
Wipes tears dry
And says I love you twice"

As the 299 boys fixated their attention on the authoritative figure before them, hanging onto every word, Yoichi Isagi's gaze wandered elsewhere.

His eyes were drawn to a lone figure lingering in the shadows, someone who seemed utterly unperturbed by the weight of the moment. While the rest of them stood rigid with anticipation or apprehension, this person remained detached, as though the chaos unfolding before them was nothing more than a mild curiosity.

Who is that?

The figure was smaller than the others, their presence strikingly out of place amidst a room full of aspiring athletes. Isagi's first assumption was that they might be related to Ego—his sister, perhaps? There was an unmistakable similarity in their air of self-assuredness, a confidence that felt almost calculated.

Yet, as he studied them closer, he realized the resemblance ended there. Where Ego's presence was domineering and absolute, this person's was... different. Less forceful, yet somehow just as imposing. Like a spectator who already knew the outcome of the game before it had even begun.
A chill ran down his spine at the realization.
They weren't just watching. They were waiting.

Shaking off his curiosity, Yoichi refocused on Ego's words, the man's voice carrying an unmistakable weight of authority.
"Consider yourselves fortunate," Ego proclaimed, his sharp gaze sweeping over the assembled players. With a flick of his hand, the screen behind him flickered to life, casting a cold glow over the room.
The image displayed was unexpected—not another footballer, but a girl.

Y/n L/n.

Even before Ego could elaborate, murmurs rippled through the group. The name carried weight, a name that transcended mere recognition. For some, it was nothing more than a distant rumor, a whisper of brilliance beyond comprehension. But for those who had truly delved into the realm of science and innovation, her name was nothing short of legendary.

A prodigy, they called her. But even that word felt insufficient.
She was no mere academic standout—she was a force. A mind whose influence extended into the highest echelons of scientific advancement. Space stations, biomedical breakthroughs, and multimillion-dollar enterprises bore the mark of her genius.
She was someone whose presence alone could redefine the landscape of an industry.
And yet, she was here.
Why?
Isagi swallowed, his confusion deepening. What could someone like her possibly want with Blue Lock?

For most, geniuses of her caliber existed in a completely different universe—one filled with towering institutions, classified research, and innovations that shaped the modern world. The thought of encountering such a luminary figure in their daily lives, even in something as routine as medical check-ups, felt almost surreal.
To be examined by her hands, to be evaluated under her scrutiny—wasn't that, in itself, an honor?
A privilege beyond measure.

But it wasn't just her accomplishments that captured Yoichi's imagination; it was something far more elusive, something that tugged at the edges of his mind.
Her beauty.
It was an elegance that seemed almost otherworldly, an aura that elevated her beyond the realm of mere mortals. Her appearance was no less than a work of art, every detail harmonious in a way that made her seem untouchable, like she existed in a space reserved for those who could only be dreamed of.

In the quiet recesses of his mind, Yoichi found himself imagining the impossible—chance encounters, shared conversations, perhaps even a growing friendship. Maybe, just maybe, something more.
A fleeting fantasy danced before him, a vision of what could never be.
Romance.
He shook his head, the thought slipping away as quickly as it had appeared. Ridiculous. He wasn't that kind of person, and certainly not in the presence of someone like her.
Focus, Yoichi. He scolded himself, forcing his mind back to the present.
There was no place for such distractions here.

Just then, the doors behind Ego swung open with a quiet, almost deliberate motion, revealing a pathway that seemed to stretch before Yoichi like a bridge to his ultimate ambition.

There, in the stark contrast between the silence of the room and the promise of what lay beyond, was his future.
To become the world's preeminent striker. The very goal that had driven him, molded him, and kept him pushing forward, even when the world seemed to mock his dreams.

This was it.
With determination renewed and a surge of adrenaline pumping through his veins, Yoichi took a step forward. His heart raced as the path before him seemed to open up with infinite possibilities.
The time for hesitation was over. This was the moment where everything he had worked for could be realized.

He stepped forward with confidence, ready to seize the opportunities laid out before him, to prove himself in a way that would silence every doubt, including his own.

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