EMPEROR (Blue Lock x Reader)

Chapter 2

(A/n: Greetings ladies, bros, and non-binary hoes. Anime weebs might see some dialogue differences from the anime. That is because as a manga reader, I will follow the manga dialogue. The description, dialogue, and plot will be adjusted to my satisfaction. Should any of you not like it then kindly lock off.)

Rolling up in a black limo could draw attention. That's what Y/n thought when she saw a purple-haired boy come out of the limo with a white-haired boy following him. They spared no one a glance when they waltzed into the building. Y/n and her brothers shook their heads when they went inside. "Seriously?" Satsuki grumbled, "We parked the Ferrari a block further away before walking here." Maruyama peppered Y/n with kisses saying how much he'll miss his cute sister. Zen gave her a pat on the back wishing her luck. Hokusai patted her head reminding her to call.

 When they were done saying their goodbyes, Y/n stood in front of Iori. They stood in silence before he hugged her. "I don't know when you're coming back, but don't come back so soon," Iori said pulling away from the hug and holding her shoulders. "You weren't the first to enter, but you better be the last one out." Y/n smiled up at him before nodding. "I won't let you down, Aniki," she said determinedly. Iori's smile softened patting her shoulder before pushing her towards the building. 

"I know you won't."

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Walking inside the building, Y/n wasn't surprised to see no girls in the room. However, she was surprised to see over two hundred boys in one room. She recognized some of them but didn't care enough to remember their names. Some were forwards she crushed the dreams of ever making it to nationals and some she has yet to play against. Forwards she's faced whispered when she came into the room feeding her ego. 

"Ahem. . .uh. . .er. . .Congratulations you diamonds in the rough," a man said. He stood in front of everyone on the stage addressing everyone. "According to my personal judgment, the three hundred of you are the best strikers under eighteen." He placed a hand on his chest never looking away from all three hundred of the students. " My name is JInpachi Ego," he introduced himself, "I was hired to give Japan a World Cup victory." 

Whispers erupted from the boys around Y/n at the mention of the World Cup. 'Japan has never won the World Cup,' Y/n thought remembering the U-20 team, 'They could never win with the team they have right now.'  "I'll say this plainly," Ego said gaining back their attention, "Only one thing is necessary for Japanese soccer to become the best in the world: The birth of a revolutionary striker. With the three hundred of you here. . . I will experiment to create the world's best striker." Y/n looked at Ego with a newfound light. 'Japan has never won the World Cup,' she restated, 'But maybe this guy can do something about it.'

"Look," Ego pointed, "This is the facility created for that purpose: 'Blue Lock'."  A projection appeared in front of them displaying a pentagon-shaped facility. "Starting today, you'll all be living together while undergoing the special training I've devised," Ego explained. "You can't return to your homes, and this marks the end of your previous soccer careers." There were multiple gasps around the room. "Exciting isn't it?" A boy whispered next to her. He had blunt bangs and a blonde undertone to his chocolate brown hair. Y/n smirked at him before putting up a fist which he gladly bumped his own too. "You bet," Y/n smiled. "But I promise this," Ego continued, "Whoever survives this Blue Lock and outlasts two hundred ninety-nine the last remaining person will become the world's best striker." 

"That concludes my explanation. Thank you." Y/n rolled her shoulder excitingly taking a step forward before a sudden shout stopped her. "Umm! Excuse me! I can't consent to your explanation," a white-haired boy suddenly protested. Y/n huffed at the boy making the boy next to her giggle. "You're the female prodigy my school talks about," the blunt-banged boy said, "What's your name?" "Y/n L/n," she introduced herself. A thumb pressed to her chest, the other hand on her hip. "I'm Meguru Bachira!" he introduced himself to her. "The monster in me tells me that you've got one in you too. You're special." Y/n was taken aback by his sudden talk before smiling and wrapping an arm around his shoulder-- a habit she picked up from her brothers. "I could say the same for you, Bachira-kun," Y/n said, "You seem like a blast to play soccer with." "Running off to someplace that makes no sense," the white-haired boy said, "I can't. . .abandon my team to participate in that."  That statement was able to get other forwards to think out their teams as well.