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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I stared up at the score board, feeling pumped by the one point lead we currently held against Japan's U-20 team following the sound of the whistle. The announcers called for halftime, making several more comments about our surprising success that I had been ignoring throughout the match to focus.
"Let's go!" Bachira cheered out, jumping on Isagi's back excitedly. "We're up one!"
I looked over at where Aryu had recovered from his dramatic last minute save and called out, "Nice one Aryu!"
He turned to me from where he had been standing next to Gagamaru. "Really? How'd it look?"
I cheesed and gave him a thumbs up. "Very glam!"
An arm wrapped around my shoulders, Chigiri pulling me towards him in a friendly side hug. "Nice work in the midfield, Keiko-chan."
"I only got to work because you sent me that pass," I mused, putting my own arm around his back as I gave him a smirk. "Was it your plan to give me a heart attack by sending me that long pass in front of Itoshi Sae? Because you almost succeeded."
"I gave it to you because I knew you can handle it," he told me knowingly as we began to walk to back to the locker room.
"Hyoma!" a feminine cry came from somewhere in front of us in the crowd. Chigiri stiffened, lifting his wide eyes. "Hyoma, over here!"
I followed his gaze to see a beautiful girl and a woman waving in our direction. The look on the girl's face brightened at Chigiri's attention and she smiled widely.
"Hey, who's that cute girl?" Otoya asked, he and Karasu showing up on either side of us like they were summoned by the feminine voice.
Chigiri sighed out with a small groan. "My big sister."
"She's amazing!" Karasy grinned widely, staring up at the girl fondly.
"She's prettier than you are, Chigiri-kun!" I added with a grin, waving back at her. "Hey Chigiri-san!"
"Stop that!" Chigiri's face turned red and he slapped my waving hand down. "And don't say things like that!"
"Whoa!" Bachira exclaimed from close by, pointing in the direction Chigiri had been looking. "My mom!" I left Chigiri, who muttering under his breath in embarrassment, behind with the two flirty boys and walked over to where Bachira and Isagi were standing. "Who's those people she's talking to?"
"Those are my parents!" Isagi blinked in confusion.
I followed Bachira's finger and saw a pretty woman that bore Bachira's facial features talking excitedly with what seemed like a friendly couple and a talk dark haired man with glasses staring in my direction.
I gasped out in shock, my hand coming to my chest and a closed mouth smile growing on my face. Light tears glossed my eyes.
"What's wrong, Keiko-chan?" Isagi turned to me in alarm. Bachira also peered at me in concern.
