"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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In the span of a single week, I've become intimately acquainted with the relentless grind of Blue Lock, where day and night blur into a seamless tapestry of practice sessions and physical exertion. There's no respite, no pause button to alleviate the strain on my weary body. And yet, despite the gnawing fatigue that threatens to consume me whole, I soldier on, driven by an insatiable hunger for improvement.
As I push open the door to the team z's room, the expectant gazes of the boys greet me, each expression a mosaic of surprise, intrigue, and perhaps a hint of skepticism. I offer them a gentle smile, though inwardly, I steel myself against the suffocating weight of their scrutiny. The weight of expectation settles upon my shoulders like a heavy mantle, reminding me of the burden I now bear as their newly appointed manager.
"Hello everyone," I begin, my voice carrying across the room with practiced grace. "I'm Y/n Ego, and it's truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance. From this day forth, I'll be overseeing the management of your team."
The room falls into a hushed silence, punctuated only by the occasional shuffle of feet or the soft rustle of papers. Yet, before the silence can become oppressive, a voice breaks through the tension—a voice brimming with unbridled enthusiasm.
"Wait, you're a famous ballerina! You're Ego's sister?!" Bachira Meguru's exclamation echoes off the walls, his excitement contagious as he bounds towards me with unrestrained glee.
His words serve as a catalyst, igniting a flurry of questions and inquiries from the other boys, each eager to unravel the enigma that is Y/n Ego. It's overwhelming, to say the least, and I find myself retreating inward, seeking solace in the sanctuary of my own thoughts.
Taking a moment to collect myself, I regain my composure and reassert my presence with a gentle yet authoritative tone. "Let's get started, shall we?"
Hours pass in a blur as I meticulously monitor each player's movements, my keen eye attuned to even the slightest nuances of their performance. Amidst the sea of striving athletes, one figure stands out—a lone soul wrestling with his own inner demons.
Chigiri's hesitation is palpable, his movements hesitant and tentative. It's a subtle yet unmistakable signal—one that doesn't escape my notice.
Approaching him during a rare moment of respite, I offer a small gesture of goodwill in the form of a water bottle, hoping to break the ice and open a dialogue. His initial reluctance gives way to gratitude as he accepts the offering, and I take a seat beside him, careful not to intrude upon his personal space.
"Do you need something?" he asks, his tone guarded yet tinged with curiosity.
" straight to the point I see."
With a soft chuckle, I broach the delicate subject that hangs between us like a heavy shroud. "Regarding your performance today, I couldn't help but notice you're holding back. Is everything alright?"
"It's none of your business."
His response is guarded, his words a shield against the vulnerability lurking beneath the surface. Yet, I press on, determined to offer support without overstepping boundaries.
"It is my responsibility to ensure the success of this team," I explain, my voice gentle yet firm. "But I will not force you to tell me. However, I will offer you some advice."
I rise to my feet and fix my gaze upon him.
"If your intention is to quit, it's better to make that decision now. Don't allow your teammates, who are striving for success, to rely on someone who harbors a desire to fail."
As his fists clenched, I pivoted and began to walk away before he could raise his gaze to glare at me. Despite facing away, I could still sense the weight of his stare lingering on me.
As I deliver my parting words, I can sense his mood shifting, his defenses momentarily crumbling beneath the weight of my scrutiny. It's a small victory, albeit a fleeting one, but it's enough to stir a glimmer of hope within me.
As I reflect on our interaction, I can't help but feel a pang of empathy for Chigiri—a kindred spirit grappling with the weight of unspoken fears and unfulfilled dreams. The path ahead is fraught with uncertainty, but I hold out hope that he'll find the courage to confront his demons and forge a path towards redemption.
Being unable to pursue one's passion is suffocating. If I couldn't dance, I'd feel utterly lost, as if the very fabric of my world were unraveling. I'd go to great lengths just to grace the stage once more, and I suspect Chigiri shares this sentiment.
For in Blue Lock, the journey towards greatness is fraught with obstacles and challenges, but it's also a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. And as I watch Chigiri from afar, I can't help but feel a sense of kinship—a shared determination to overcome the odds and emerge victorious against all odds.
