Perfection in Chaos ✦ Blue Lock

28||Devouring the Game

Chapter 28: Devour, Don't Conquer: The Art of Stealing Styles and Making It Look Good!

Song: Save your tears

I saw you dancing in a crowded room,

You look so happy when I'm not with you.

Enterance:

Reo turned to Kunigami as they watched Ryouta and Bachira struggle to connect on the field. "You see the problem, Kunigami?" Reo asked, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Orange haired guy furrowed his brows, observing the disjointed plays. "They're both incredible players, but... yeah, something feels off. What's happening?"

"It's their styles," Reo explained, his tone calm and calculated. "Bachira's weapon thrives on chaos," Reo said, watching the field intently. "He creates messy, unpredictable plays that defenders can't keep up with. But for that to work, his teammates have to read and match his chaos—find his rhythm."

Kunigami nodded, his gaze sharpening as he turned back to the field. "And Ryouta? How does he fit into all this?"

"Snowflake's phantom dribbling is the complete opposite. It's all about precision and control—slowing the game down, setting traps, and isolating defenders. He needs calm to make it work," Reo explained.

"So, Bachira's chaos messes with Ryouta's control, huh? It throws him off his game." Kunigami said, his brow furrowing in thought.

"Exactly," Reo said with a sharp grin. "And Ryouta's calculated pauses kill Bachira's flow. Instead of amplifying each other's strengths, they're canceling each other out. Their weapons don't complement—they clash. That's why they've only been scoring with their own strengths up until now."

Kunigami's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. "The way you're saying it... I'm guessing you already have a plan."

Reo's eyes glinted with confidence. "Force them to rely on each other. The more they try to coordinate, the more they'll get in each other's way. Their weapons are brilliant, but together? They're their own worst enemy."

"Got it. Let's exploit their weakness." Kunigami said nodded, a fierce determination sparking in his eyes.

Reo clapped him on the shoulder, grinning. "That's the plan. Time to show them what a real team looks like."

Transition to Main Act:

Ryouta's POV:

The ball hit the back of the net, clean, perfect, and it felt like everything stopped. I heard it, but it was like I couldn't even feel it. My chest was tight, suffocating me, like the air had been sucked out of the entire stadium. The scoreboard flashed: 2-4.

I dropped to my knees, hands trembling as they hit the ground. My hands were on the grass, gripping it, trying to hold myself up, but everything felt... off. It was like the world was spinning around me. The ground was tilting. My heart was in my throat. I could barely breathe. Panic.

Get up, get up, I told myself, but my body wouldn't listen. It was as if the fire inside me had just... vanished. I could feel it, that blazing energy I always relied on, slipping through my fingers. My monster was burning out, weaker and weaker, until it was about to explode in flames.