[Unlocking Destiny]
──❝Unlocking Destiny❞──
An array of invitations is distributed, reaching the eager hands of numerous young men. These letters bear the seal of a groundbreaking initiative called "Blue Lock," orchestrated by the indomitable Eg...
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──❝The Genesis of A New Beginning❞──
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As the frenetic game of tag reached its conclusion, Kira found himself ensnared within the web of bewilderment, his senses too overwhelmed to decipher the swiftness of his defeat. The specter of failure loomed ominously in his psyche, casting a shadow of doubt over his every thought. The undeniable truth of his downfall gnawed at the recesses of his consciousness, prompting a profound existential reckoning. Who could have fathomed that Ryosuke Kira, lauded as Japan's 'National Treasure', would succumb so readily to Isagi's astute intellect and unparalleled agility? Once revered as a titan of the soccer world, Kira now finds himself relegated to the ignominious position of a mere shadow, vanquished by the ascendant brilliance of a rising star.
Meanwhile, Isagi stood frozen, his heart heavy with a burden of guilt that gnawed at his core like a relentless beast. Never had he anticipated such a swift victory, especially against Kira. Isagi's triumph, far from a mere stroke of luck, stood as a testament to his indomitable skill and unwavering resolve on the field. A tight knot constricted his throat as he tried to suppress the words that threatened to suffocate him. His Adam's apple bobbed rhythmically, betraying the internal struggle as he grappled to muster the courage to vocalize, yet his voice emerged as barely a whisper. "Isagi-kun? What are you doing?" Kira's stare is wide-eyed at Isagi. The side of his face bore the crimson imprint of the impact, a testament to the physical toll exacted by the match, while blood trickled from his nose, a silent testament to the harsh reality of defeat. Subconscious tears threatened to breach the barriers of his self-assurance as he confronted the stark truth of his humiliation.
"Wait, what is this? What just happened?" [Y/n] snorted acrimoniously at his own foolishness, grappling with the inconceivable depths of his descent from grace. "I'm sorry. It's just...The ball came at me out of nowhere and..." Kira's genial façade began to crumble, his voice tinged with desperation. "Huh? Don't give me—" His retort was abruptly halted as his gaze met Ego, who was projected on the large screen, who ostentatiously clapped his hands with calculated aggression, effectively drowning out his speech.
