[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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──❝Unleashing the Inner Beast❞──
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──TIMESKIP: NIGHT──
As dusk descended, [Y/n] found herself ensconced within the confines of her modest futon, her attempts to embrace the tranquility of sleep thwarted by the symphony of her companions' sonorous snores and labored breaths echoing throughout the room. Of particular note was Bachira's imposing presence, his proximity almost suffocating as he sprawled beside her, his form encroaching upon her own. Frustration simmered beneath the surface as she begrudgingly relinquished her pursuit of rest, her eyelids parting reluctantly in resignation. [Y/n] gazed into the distance; her eyes narrowed into the darkness as if it had personally offended her. She gazed blankly at the ceiling above.
'No rest for the weary. Well, might as well make good use of the time and get some training in,' she mused, acknowledging the potential solution. With measured care, she detached herself from Bachira's enveloping embrace. She gently nudged his body, nestled on its side, before tenderly draping his form with his futon. Stepping outside the confines of the room, she exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, her gaze adjusting to the harsh illumination of the corridor's overhead lights. Squinting against the glare, she proceeded down the hallway with purpose. Upon reaching the sanctuary of the bathroom, she twisted the faucet's handle, allowing the cool rush of water to cascade over her features, jolting her senses to wakefulness with each splash. As clarity of mind gradually asserted itself, she emerged from the bathroom, her footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors as she traversed the empty expanse of the corridor.
Her yawn was muffled by the palm of her hand. 'Should've changed... Ugh, doesn't matter. Can't stand the uniform anyway.' Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted as an unexpected weight collided with her frame, causing her to stagger forward in surprise. Peering up, she encountered Bachira's cheeky smirk, his playful antics momentarily arresting her composure. "Bachira-kun! You're heavy!" she chided in a hushed tone, attempting to dislodge him from her person to no avail. Undeterred, Bachira's laughter reverberated in her ear as he clung to her form with unyielding tenacity. "[Y/n]-senpai, your up to!" he laughed in her ear. "Huh? What do you—" A hesitant cough sounded from behind her, prompting her to turn. She beheld Isagi standing bashfully in her midst, his presence catching her gaze as he held a ball in his hand. "Oh, Isagi-kun, my apologies for not noticing you," she offered, her cheeks tinted with a faint blush of embarrassment. Isagi returned her smile with warmth, his demeanor reflecting genuine understanding.
