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───────── ౨ৎ ───────── " The stars would be so proud to know their atoms created someone like you. " — start of a new selection !! ..and super long explaining from Ego. . and more of M/n's past before blue lock ───────── ౨ৎ ─────────
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AFTER PASSING THE HALLWAY and reaching a new room, Ego once again was in the television, with the others standing in the middle of it.
"I'll teach you the mechanism of luck..in the football world." He started, making everyone curious on what he meant. Especially a certain blue haired puzzle solving genius..
"What's that supposed to mean.." He mumbled, then got louder. "There's no way something like that exists..! Luck is just luck! It's pure, and simple coincidence, nothing more!" Ego watched from up, scratching his cheek.
"Aah. That's what the losers always say. Their subpar intelligence twists reality, interpreting it in a way that benefits them." He started, Isagi letting a small "wha.." before Ego smacked his fist against his palm. "Shut up and listen. First, let me ask you.."
A holographic pigeon appeared floating on top of his palms. "Have you ever been shat on by a pigeon." M/n thought about that, and actually, he never has been. "It's the worst when it happens, isn't it? And only afterwards do you notice...that there's shit on the ground all around you." A holographic little man appeared on his pointer finger, before the screen switched to the scenario.
