Secret Weapon

Chapter 6

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Nagi hadn't intended to stay long. He thought he'd swing by, ask a few questions, satisfy his curiosity, and then leave. But an hour had passed, and he was still sitting across from her, nursing his drink and talking to ____. It was strange—normally, Nagi would have lost interest by now, but something about her kept him engaged.

At some point during their conversation, Nagi had ordered her favorite drink, lemon tea. He didn't know how he remembered that detail—Reo must have mentioned it at some point—but it seemed like the right thing to do. When the drink arrived, she gave him a small, appreciative smile, one that seemed to soften her usually serious demeanor.

They talked about various things—nothing too deep, just enough to keep the conversation going. Nagi was surprised to find that he didn't mind the small talk. He wasn't usually one for chatting, preferring silence or the simplicity of his phone games, but with her, it felt natural. Maybe it was because she wasn't pushing him to engage more than he wanted to, or maybe it was because she had a way of making even mundane topics interesting.

After a while, though, the conversation shifted to something more serious. Nagi mentioned how things had been at Blue Lock lately, how the atmosphere had grown tense, especially with Sae and Barou.

"Sae's been pissed off," Nagi said bluntly, his tone as flat as ever. "Barou too. They're not happy with how Reo's been performing lately. They think he's distracted, and it's affecting the whole team."

She listened intently, her eyes reflecting a seriousness that matched her tone. "I noticed," she said softly.

Nagi nodded, not surprised that she had picked up on that. "Sae's been particularly hard on them," he added. "He's worried it's going to affect the whole team if they don't get their heads straight."

There was a brief silence as ____ considered his words. Then, as if something clicked in her mind, she reached into her bag and began rifling through her things. "Oh speaking of that..." she said, her voice steady but with a hint of anticipation. "The analysis I did on the team... it's ready."

Nagi watched as she pulled out an archive filled with neatly organized papers. She held it out to him, her expression serious. "This is for the team," she explained. "I've drawn conclusions about each player and the team as a whole. It's not just about their physical skills; it's about how they think, how they interact with each other. This analysis could help them improve—help them become a stronger unit."

Nagi took the archive, his fingers brushing against the papers as he flipped through them briefly. The depth and detail of her analysis were impressive, even to someone like him who usually didn't care much for this sort of thing. He could see the effort she had put into it, the thought and understanding she had applied to each player.

"This could be useful," Nagi remarked, his tone still laid-back, but with a note of respect in it.

She nodded, her gaze meeting his. "I hope it helps. I want them to succeed as much as they do. Maybe this will help them focus again."

Nagi tucked the archive under his arm, knowing it was something he needed to get back to the mansion as soon as possible. But even as the conversation shifted back to the team, he found himself reluctant to leave. There was something about talking to her that felt... comfortable, despite the serious topics they'd covered.