I furrow my eyebrows as Bachira takes the ball away, his bare foot on top of the sphere. "It's an instinct, when I play soccer, I lend an ear to that voice. That's all." He turns his head to stare at both of us, "Can you hear it? The 'Monsters' voice?" I stare at him with a blank face as Bachira dribbles the ball around him.
"All the best have a 'Monster' in their hearts. That's the proof that they're all strikers." I move my neck around, a multitude of pops coming from it. Bachira pouts as he keeps dribbling the ball around "That's what I believe."
"That's why, Victor, Isagi, I'm Glad that I came to Blue Lock." The ball pops up, getting close to his face "Because I got to me you two."
"So, wanna go again??" He seemed to be talking to Isagi, though it could be portrayed as him speaking to both of us. 'I have no idea what this guy is on, but it must be something that makes him think like a crazy person, but whatever.' I shrugged and walked off, wanting to spectate them before anything.
Isagi and Bachira go against each other, Isagi attempting to strike and take the ball from Bachira, only for him to dodge. They attempt to go at it again, only for this 'battle' to end just as quickly as it started with an announcement.
"Uhh... The tallies for the third-day athletic tests are done... Return to your rooms at once." That felt slightly targeted, "We'll be confirming the new rankings." When we arrived at our room, everyone was up and about, pointing out their new numbers.
275, is good but could be better. I looked at Isagi's number before the TV turned on again. "Yeah yeah, nice work you unpolished gems. Are you enjoying your life at Blue Lock?" I pouted as others kept complaining about their time here.
"How are we supposed to get better in a shitty environment like this?!"
"Yeaaah, I wanna eat more..."
"The reason your environment is shitty is because of the shitty way you play. Get it, dumbass?"
I huff, we are the lowest of the lows here, so it's understandable why we live in this environment. Though I can't help but think that there is something going on behind the scenes.
Ego keeps talking about the facility, how there are 5 teams in one block, and how 1 member got kicked out. 'Damn, he's really getting some of us insecure about our playing.' Then Raichi starts talking shit about us being 'trash' and that he must live with us, though he's not much better because he was put in team Z.
"The higher ranks are living it up in the other blocks. Good food, good training, living the greatest life."
"Let the first selection begin."
I pouted before starting to rub my fingers together to release some stress and keep myself in check. 'I'll have to learn how to play with other people, whether I like it or not.'
I look down at Isagi, who is pouting at the screen above us like I was.
'I'll need inspiration, and soon.'
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His Legacy (Blue Lock)
Fanfiction(Blue lock x M! Oc) Where Mikhail Victor (or Victor Mikhail) somehow gets addicted to soccer and gets invited to a project to create an other worldly striker all the while figuring himself out and getting over physical, mental, and emotional obstacl...
