Chapter 5: Dribble Like No One's Watching (Except Everyone)
Song: Confident
This is my game, and you better come to play.
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Aiza's POV:
Dear diary,
It's been three days since I joined Blue Lock, and if I'm being honest, it's been... an experience. First day? Pure chaos. I walk in, and—surprise!—eleven guys changing right next to me. Awkward much? I swear, one guy had a sock tan that could've been its own ecosystem.
'Ух ты, посмотри на эту красивую пылинку на потолке!' (Wow, look at that beautiful dust particle on the ceiling!)
We've been doing these endurance tests every day. By "endurance," I mean I'm gasping for air and praying my lungs don't file for early retirement. And let's talk about the binder—thing's like a medieval torture device.
Sharing a room with ten other guys? That's a special kind of nightmare. I haven't slept in days, thanks to their snoring. It's like being trapped in a bear den during hibernation.
Thanks to the football gods for baggy pajamas—at least I can take the binder off at night and not feel like I'm suffocating.
On the upside, I've been sneaking out for solo training at night. Nothing beats the sweet freedom of breathing without restrictions.
I've also made a couple of friends. Two goofy brothers who are as serious as clowns at a funeral.
Today, Ego made the big announcement: the 'First Selection' is tomorrow! Our first real game. I'm pumped, but first I've gotta survive one more round of endurance tests. Oh well, sleep's for the weak anyway.
Good night, diary-chan. Let's see what tomorrow brings.
The next day, the time had come. The game was about to start, and we needed to figure out our positions. Now, you'd think we'd have some intense, strategic discussions about who should play where, right? Wrong. Instead, we all gathered in a circle and... decided to settle it with Rock, Paper, Scissors.
"Alright, team! How do we choose positions?" someone from the team asked enthusiastically.
"Rock, paper, scissors!" I shouted, barely containing my excitement. "I'm feeling lucky today!"
... and promptly lost.
"Forget it, we need a strategy," I muttered, avoiding eye contact as my teammates gave me pitying looks. 'блядь...'
"So, okay," the guy in charge started reading from the unofficial team script. "'Random name' plays as forward, 'another random name' plays as wing, and Ryouta plays as defender... blah, blah, blah."
Well, there was no point in arguing, especially since the game was about to kick off, and I had zero say in the matter. I adjusted my gear and braced myself for the chaos to come. The whistle blew, and the ball was in motion. We were off!
As expected, the game quickly became a chaotic mess. Everyone was chasing the ball like it was their only chance to shine, even though none of them had any real skill. No one was thinking about teamwork—just running around, trying to look good.
"Well, here goes nothing" I muttered, voice cutting through the chaos. Without wasting another second, I pulled the ball from the cluster of players, feeling its familiar weight beneath my foot.
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