Ethereal ✦ Blue Lock

08||Into the inferno

Chapter 8: Aiza vs. Barou: Who's More Dramatic?

Song: Unstoppable

I'm invincible, yeah, I win every single game.

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Aiza's POV:

The match between team W and team X was about to end. I’d already made their defenders look like they were in slow motion, and now, all that stood between me and the goal was the goalie.

But then, out of nowhere, that so-called king, Barou, inserted himself between me and the goal, cutting off my path.

His eyes were glowing red, his body language like a force of nature, furious and determined with the shadow of a lion behind him.

He looked almost handsome if it wasn’t for that ridiculous hairstyle of his. If a lion and a traffic cone had a baby, it’d be Barou.

"Barou, looks like this is your dead end," I said, flashing him a grin.

"Don’t underestimate me, Seishu. I’m the king for a reason" he said, still having that angry energy "Not someone who'll get crushed if it's not for that extras that's backing you up"

"Funny, because I didn't see anything stopping me from scoring" I said before feigning left, I watched his eyes follow my every move. The guy really thought he could read me.

I snapped to the right, just a little nudge of the ball, and there it went past his outstretched foot. Barou lunged, but his timing was off.

With a swift strike, the ball went in.

"I think playing alone has its limits, what you say, king?" I asked as the whistle blew and the game was off.

His sneer turned darker. "Limits? You're the one with limits. Hiding behind a team won't make you strong. When they slip, you'll be exposed to the weak player you are."

"Huh?"

"No goals, no victory," he grumbled. "Just a flame that burns out when the wind changes." He turned away with one last dramatic line. "Wait for me to crush you, crazy boy."

Memories started to fade, and everything blurred around me. I blinked and found myself sitting in a chair, the light catching my eyes.

I lifted my head to meet the person in front of me.

Shoulder-length brown hair, eyes shut tight, and an ugly, fake smile plastered across his face, wearing a 'Z' jersey.

"So, will you accept my offer?" he asked, grinning like a fake saint. "I'll give you intel on Team Z, and you let me score a hat trick."

"It's pretty sweet deal, right?" he added at the end, still grinning like an idiot.

"What a joke," I said, raising my arms and stretching them out.

The Wanima brothers were sitting next to me, happily eating steaks from their points after winning the match. "I'm out,"

"w-wait I still have more disc-"

"Stupid" I said with a grin, jabbing his forehead sharply as if it might knock some sense into him. "If I were you, I’d quit football already and spare myself the embarrassment."