~Egocentric~

🇩🇪Chapter 45🇫🇷

HELLO, PEOPLE 🥰😍😘

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German Team
Monitor Room

"...We'll go with a style that has a number of options. Based on this form of offense and defense. That's the strategy." Noa spoke, staring at the Blue Lock members who sat around the room.

"Let me say this. Whoever comes in second will not be remembered. If you're not number one, you won't leave your mark on this world. Bastard Munchen, we will win this and make our mark in history."

The man turned on his feet and stood next to the door that opened. Then, a hand gripped onto the frame and Noa glanced to the side.

"I'm heading to bed. I'll pass the baton to a special guest. Go ahead, Dictator."

"Shut up, shut up."

Moving in the boys' line of sight was Ego's hunched figure.

"Get the hell out and go to bed, you bastard." Ego said to Noa.

'Jinpachi sure has the same attitude with anyone and everyone.' Y/n thought, combing a hand through his hair.

"Yes, yes. G'night." Noa said, unfazed.

Ego adjusted his glasses as he stood straight up, stepping further into the room and shifting his gaze onto the boys.

"Hey, hey, diamond in the rough. I wanted to personally say a few words before the final round." Ego said.

"First of all, when the Neo Egoist League started, I gave you the "key" to win, remember?"

"Proof of originality?" Hiori spoke up. 

"That's right..." Ego said.

"Hitting the barrier of the real world as you continue to fight through the salary bidding system. Now, what does originality mean to you guys?" He asked.

"Huh?" Isagi blinked.

"Your own play style? Or maybe how much money your worth? No, those are just artificial answers. Originality equals hunger. You weren't born with it. It wasn't taught to you. "What do you hunger for" is what makes a person's originality." Ego said.

"In order for you to win this Neo Egoist League, you had rationally commit to a required role, follow your own ideals, and voluntarily destroy and recreate yourselves over and over again. You've been forced to ask, "What do I want to be", "Do I want to be a regular", "Do I want to desperately survive", "Do I want to beat that guy", "Do I want to be number one" Ego listed.

"The hunger that has been revealed here is now your originality. The world is waiting for that challenging focus of yours. The radiance of a footballer! The ones that keep fighting through this crazy, continuous frenzy. I call them professionals. So, my hungry egotists. Are you ready to shine?" He grinned widely.

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Y/n continued tossing and turning in the darkness of the room, his mind plagued by thoughts that he felt like he was going insane.

'Jeez...Just stop thinking so much...Why can't I stop? I usually fall asleep in an instant, but why not now?' Y/n thought, narrowing his eyes.

The boy sat up from his bed, throwing the covers aside and getting up from the mattress. He could hear the light snores of his roommates as he made his way through the dark.

"Ack-!" He hissed, hopping on one foot as he felt an ache in the other.

The boy limped out of the room and mindlessly walked down the hall, half-lidded eyes gazing around in boredom. Then, he made it to an empty field and grabbed a ball from the racks, staring at it for a few seconds.