"Nobody but you~"
ＩLᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ♥
In the intense and competitive world of Blue Lock, a project dedicated to shaping the next generation of football stars, a group of talented trainees finds themselves consumed by an unexpected obsession.
Their focus shif...
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What must I do to ascend to the pinnacle of greatness? How far am I willing to journey down the path of perfection, even if it means sacrificing the very essence of my being? These questions linger in the recesses of my mind, wrestling with the logical constructs that govern my thoughts. Is the pursuit of perfection an exercise in rationality, or does true greatness lie in the realm of the irrational?
I find myself at the crossroads of ambition and integrity, torn between the desire to achieve greatness and the fear of losing myself in the process. The stage beckons to me, offering the chance to embody the epitome of perfection as Odette. But at what cost? Have I truly sold my soul to attain this lofty goal, or is there still a fragment of my will that remains untouched by the allure of perfection?
The answer, it seems, lies within the depths of my heart. Despite the doubts that plague my mind, my heart whispers a resolute affirmation: yes. Yes, I am willing to sacrifice everything to become Odette, to stand in the spotlight and bask in the adoration of the audience.
Yet, even as I embrace this singular purpose, I am reminded of the influence of my brother, Ego Jinpachi. A figure of egoism and manic determination, he has guided me down the path towards excellence, imparting upon me the knowledge and skills necessary to excel. And yet, I find myself wary of becoming a mere reflection of him, a shadow puppet dancing to his tune.
As I stand before him now, listening to his instructions with a polite smile plastered upon my lips, I cannot help but feel a twinge of resentment. "Are you listening?" he asks, his voice devoid of emotion as he slurps his noodles.
"Yes, dear brother," I reply, my tone dripping with feigned enthusiasm. "Of course, I wouldn't dare not listen."
His eyes, cold and lifeless, bore into mine as he lays out the terms of our agreement.
"As part of the agreement for your accommodations here and the additional resources we've provided, you are required to oversee every group's activities at the conclusion of each week."
It is a task that seems trivial, yet I cannot shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at the edges of my consciousness.
"I don't play soccer anymore," I interject, a hint of defiance creeping into my voice. "I'm not as good as I used to be."
But Ego remains unmoved, dismissing my protests with a scoff of annoyance. "This is a give-and-take world," he declares coldly. "You want something from me, so you must give something in return."
And so, with a heavy heart and clenched fists, I agree to his terms.
"Fine, we have a deal."
After all, in the pursuit of perfection, sacrifices must be made. Anger bubbles beneath the surface, threatening to consume me, but I swallow it down, reminding myself that imperfection has no place in the pursuit of greatness.
With a curt nod, Ego waves me away, and I depart from his presence, my resolve strengthened by the weight of my decision. For in the end, the spotlight awaits, and I will stop at nothing to claim my rightful place upon the stage, even if it means sacrificing everything in return.
