Chapter 11 : An Unveiling Secret

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“Pickled daikon… forgive… me… please…”

The loud snores of Igaguri echoed through the dimly lit dorm room. I did my best to avoid the occasional elbow jab that came from his restless sleep.

“Man, this guy sleeps like a rock! It's been several days since I started rooming with Igaguri. I should have known better, but no one else wanted to bunk with him.” The team's sleeping arrangements left much to be desired.

We were preparing for the next big game, but the excitement and anxiety kept me awake. The thought of my goal against Team Y replayed in my mind like a broken record.

I attempted to get some sleep, squeezing my eyes shut, but my thoughts kept circling back to my goal against Team Y.

“I can't fall asleep at all…”

As I pondered the circumstances around my goal, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. We had crushed Niko and his team, and it felt exhilarating.

“What was I thinking?! I've never felt this way before… If I'm here thinking ‘It felt good,’ am I becoming a psychopath?”

I chuckled softly. “No, maybe someone like Bachira is more of a psychopath.”

I decided to leave the room quietly and head to the monitoring room. The soft snores and faint whispers of my teammates didn't bother me as I tiptoed past their futons.

“I should be able to review the game in the monitoring room and analyze my plays and that goal.”

The corridor stretched endlessly, and I counted the doors I passed as I walked in the dim light. When I reached the eighth door, I knew I had found the monitoring room.

I gently pushed the door open, but the sight that greeted me was unexpected. A lone figure sat hunched over, with a pillow beneath them, their eyes glued to the monitor screen replaying my goal repeatedly.

“Oh, Isagi. Why are you here?” It was Chigiri Hyoma.

I replied, “I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd review the game.”

“What about you? Why're you here?”

Does he come here so often? Or is he here with ulterior motives?

Chigiri seemed equally sleep-deprived, and he admitted, “I couldn't sleep either. I was watching your goal.”

Surprised, I asked, “My goal?”

“I understand why you can't sleep after scoring a goal like that,” Chigiri continued. “It's the striker's greatest moment, a rush of adrenaline.”

As he watched the replay, I admitted, “I guess… but if it had been ‘me’ before I came to Blue Lock, I don't think I would have gone for a goal like that.”

Before Blue Lock, I was just a kid who loved playing football for the fun of it.

“Which is why it'll be one goal I'll never forget,” I said.

He noticed me still standing near the door and urged me to sit down. I reluctantly accepted.

I grabbed a pillow from one of the chairs and sat down beside him, and then my mind began to wonder about something.

How long had he been here?

Before the lights went out, all of us were already in our futon mattresses. It's been a few hours since then.

“That look on your face gives me the creeps… do you need something from me?” I was shocked by his comment.

What sort of expression did I make just now?

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