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"I'm Nehei from Soccer Journal," the reporter announced, his hair spiking up, along with the slight stuble and small beard, caused from not shaving. "I'd like to gather material for a story today." Nehei smiled softly at the man sitting across from him, sitting on a plush yellow chair with brown borders outlining the chair. "to get right into it, until recently, you were playing for the youth team, associated to the world renowned team real manrid."
"but due to their regulations, you weren't able to play on a top team and returned to japan. do you think we'll ever get to see you play in a doumestic league?"
the man across nehei propped up his hand, his knuckles resting against his cheek. his reddish-brown bangs brushed back as a completely uninterested expression rested across his face. "i'd rather drop dead."
sae itoshi only continued. "if i were to play soccer here.. i'd be better off playing with some german college students." he harshly answered as he picked at his nails.
nehei only sweatdropped, a nervous expression painted his face. "uhm... itoshi-kun.. you were chosen as one of pifa's best new eleven players.. as a midfielder, you're a young athlete who's sought after by club teams all over the world.."
'this sucks...' the interviewer only internally deadpanned out how unfazed sae was.
eventually, sae decided he had enough, pushing himself off of the couch, standing up slowly. "i have no interest in this whatsoever. i can never be the best in the world playing for such a puny country as japan." "my dream is to win the champions league"
"there's no forward in this country who can handle my passes. i was just born in the wrong country."
just as the light burgundy haired man left the room, his manager, giraud dabadie came desperately chasing after the man, a droplet of sweat rolling down his forehead. "itoshi-chan! you can't do that! the press is going to hate you..!"
sae sighed, letting out a long exhale before responding with the same monotone voice he used with everyone but a certain someone. "i only came here because my passport expired." that was a lie, and sae knew damn well.
just as sae was being distracted by his thoughts, a crowded room, presumable a press conference caught the attention of the light burgundy haired boy.
an old guy, who's top of his head was bald, who clearly no interest in this whatsoever, was speaking through the mic. "so.. we've gathered three hundred of the most outstanding high schoolers, and are training them as strikers to lead japan to a world cup victory." "we call it, the project blue lock."
"this is indeed a revolutionary project.. but is it really necessary to disrupt these student's high school lives?"
"it sounds as if you're saying you don't mind wasting 299 lives for the sake of one person"
