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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝

❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝❞

Arriving at Blue Lock isn't what you expected. You imagined something loud and grand, with crowds and speeches, maybe even some flashy words about how you'd be changing the future of soccer. Instead, it's quiet, the hallways humming with fluorescent lights and distant echoes of footsteps. You can't see it, of course, but you can feel it. Every vibration, every subtle shift of energy in the room tells you that this place is big, vast, and oddly empty.

Beside you, your massive black Russian terrier walks in sync with your steps, his weight steady and reassuring against your leg. His breaths are calm, his tail swaying lightly with every step. It's strange, this place. Like no training camp you've ever been to, but somehow, that only makes you feel more excited.

As you take in the space, someone approaches, footsteps soft and even. You hear her stop just in front of you, and a faint rustling sound follows. Momo nudges your hand, letting you know someone is there. You stand still, waiting.

"Here," a woman's voice says softly, placing something in your hands. You feel the cool, sleek fabric of a uniform, folded neatly, and a small slip of paper tucked with it.

You trace your fingers over the uniform, recognizing the weight of the bodysuit, the elasticity of the material. The name "Team V" is printed across it in bold letters. You can't see it, but you know it's there. And then, as you move your hand up to the shoulder, you feel something unusual. Small, raised dots. Braille.

You can't help but smile a little. "Braille?" You run your fingers over the message, and it spells out your number—200. The highest number in the team, lower than you'd like. Fun.

The woman's voice is calm but warm. "Yes. We wanted to make sure everyone would be able to read their number."

You grin. "Well, that's... considerate, I guess. Even if it's not going to help me much in the rankings."

She laughs softly, a genuine sound that almost catches you off guard. "Maybe it will. You're here for a reason, after all."

You can't see her, but you get the feeling she's watching you closely. Momo, sensing the new environment, looks around, staying alert at your side.

"Thank you...?" You let the question trail, hoping she'll give you a name, but she doesn't.

Instead, she gives a short nod, and you feel her step back as she says, "You should change into your uniform. And keep your guide with you. You'll both want to be comfortable in this environment."

You nod, gripping the uniform in your hands. "Sure. But is there anything you can tell me about this place?"

A slight pause. "Just know that Blue Lock isn't like anything you've been a part of before. Only the strongest strikers will make it through. Everyone else... they'll be left behind."