BLUE LOCK - a place where soccer is more than just a sport and a future of worldwide glory is within grasp. Desperate to prove her worth and break barriers, Keiko Iteya fights to hold her own in a rigorous competition against 299 young men in Japan...
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"Let us toast Team Z's victory in our second game! Cheers!" Kuon exclaimed, holding up his cup.
"Cheers!" I cried out happily along with the rest of the team, staring hungrily at the three steaks on the floor in front of us.
Everyone began digging into the meat. From my place on the floor next to Bachira, my hand joined the many others in taking a piece. I shoved my fork into my mouth, raising my chin and wanting to cry at the wonderful flavor. "My tongue has been blessed!" I fell dramatically onto Bachira's lap, using his leg as a headrest. "I can now die happily."
Naruhaya, who was sitting near my feet were now stretched out, was trying not to squeal as he chewed. It was kind of adorable to the point where I laughed merrily. Then he kept eating another piece and then another.
"Hey! This meat is the bonus for the goals Isagi, Iteya-chan, and I scored!" Gagamaru complained. "I know we're sharing it but leave some for me!" Naruhaya ignored him and kept eating. "Hey! That's mine! Spit it out!" The taller boy locked Naruhaya into a headlock, the two falling back and onto the floor.
"Okay, everyone we're going to do this potluck style," Kuon said as he brought over another tray that had everyone's daily meals on it. "We'll get to taste each other's dishes, so not fighting."
Isagi let out a noise of excitement while Raichi grumbled, "Are you a lunch lady?"
Everyone began to eat and I was lazily still munching on my rice from where I lay on the floor, my loose wavy hair from the braids draped across Bachira's lap like a blanket as I used his thigh as a pillow.
"So how did you get there?" Kunigami asked Isagi, referring to his victory goal.
"Oh, that's a good point," Gagamaru agreed, still holding Naruhaya. "Did you know the ball would end up there?"
"Oh, no, it's not like I actually knew," Isagi explained from where he sat close to my side. "I just wanted to take a shot and took a chance that it might fall around there."
"But I saw you Isagi!" Bachira told him, leaning over with a piece of steak on his fork.
"Thanks for the pass, Bachira," Isagi replied happily.
"Here's your reward!" Bachira waved the fork with steak in front of his face. "Say ahhhh!"
"Um I can feed myself," Isagi akwardly told him, leaning away.
"Don't be shy. Take it. Pass!" Bachria exclaimed, leaping up and forcing Isagi down to put the fork in his mouth. In doing so, my head slipped off his leg and knocked against the floor.
"Ow!" I cried out with a frown, lifting my head and rubbing the impact spot. "Bachira...."
"Anyhow, it seems Isagi's weapon is being able to "smell" a goal," Kunigami spoke up as he ate a dumpling. "And thanks to Isagi's goal, we won. That's a fact."
