Ascension│Bluelock x male reader

3.11. Metavision

Prince's face was hilarious. The man's eyes bulged, his jaw dropped wide open, and his nostrils flared like an angry bull's. "Huh?!"

Bursting into laughter, Y/N doubled over. He clutched at his stomach, his laughing ringing out amongst the cheers of the Bastard Munchen squad. As Prince's arms flew up into the air, and he whirled to face Noa, Y/N glanced up. Another look at Prince's face, and he was back to laughing.

"You cheater!" Prince marched right over to Noa. "First you don't fight me one on one, and second, you use your left leg!"

"Cheating." Noa blankly replied.

"Yes, cheating!"

"Sure. Whatever you say."

As soon as 'sure' left Noa's mouth, Prince's eyes widened even more. He pointed at Noa, spinning to make sure everyone had heard it. "See! See, everyone! The world's number one player is admitting to cheating!" He yelled. "That makes me the new number one!"

Y/N bit his own lip, trying to calm himself down. Noa was shaking his head with disappointment. "Come on, Chris. We're out of time."

"Whaaat?!" Prince's head swivelled, to look at the match time. The Star Change system only allowed them to go on for 3 minutes at a time, and seemingly in the blink of an eye, the majority of the time was up. Only a few seconds remained, and they were ticking away. "That's not fair!"

As soon as Y/N noticed the time, he shut himself up. Shoulders rounding, head angling towards the ground, he faced away from Prince in an attempt to keep the man's attention off him. If Noa goes off, will I have to go off as well? Best not to risk it - hopefully he doesn't remember I exist.

Prince's yelling was still audible though, as Noa tried to convince him to leave the field.

"This is unfair! You're depriving me of screen time!"

"You've got plenty already."

"And you! You owe me a one on one!"

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No."

"Uh, yeah you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yuh-uh."

"No."

"Fine, no."

"Yeah- wait, what?"

"AHAH!"

An electronic whistle blew. Right after, a calm robotic voice spoke. "Manshine City, please resume the game."

"Just a few more minutes, please!" There was a thump. Y/N glanced back for a moment, struggling to contain himself as he watched Noa dragging Prince off the field by his legs. "Pleaaaase!"

He didn't get a single second extra.

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Isagi'd done it. He'd finally figured it out.

There were so many high level players on the field. Kaiser... Y/N... Prince... Noa... He'd watched every single one of them as they played, all of them at a level far beyond his own. Sure, he knew he'd probably never have the same physicality as Prince, or the same speed as Y/N, but he knew he could learn from them.

Most notably, their eyes.

What he needed to pay attention to, was how they recognised what they needed to do, at a speed much faster than average players. Y/N was a prime example of that. How had he managed to find a path through all of Bastard Munchen's players, while remaining in control of the ball?