15 minutes before the U-20 Japan match...
The locker room buzzed with a low, electric energy.
Everyone was busy throwing on their Blue Lock uniforms — a sleek black and blue design, sharp as hell, with that bold pentagon logo stamped right on the chest.
Bachira, already geared up, twirled dramatically over to Isagi, flashing a grin.
"Yo, check it out! How do I look? Suits me, right?"
Meguru Bachira — #8
Isagi let out a small laugh, giving a nod.
"Yeah, looks good on you," he said, glancing down at his own jersey, running a hand over the Blue Lock crest.
"Feels weird though... This is actually my first time wearing the official uniform."
Yoichi Isagi — #11
Bachira smirked, slapping him lightly on the shoulder.
"'Bout time, huh?"
Across the room, Chigiri tied his cleats tight, lifted his head, his scarlet hair falling into his eyes.
"We’re really about to go up against Japan’s U-20 team... Man, we’ve come a long freakin' way."
Hyoma Chigiri — #4
Nagi, lazily tugging his jersey over his head, chimed in without much emotion.
"Tch. This ain't the end. It's just the start."
Seishiro Nagi — #7
Isagi nodded firmly, his expression serious, the pressure of what was coming crashing down on his shoulders — but he was ready.
That’s when the locker room door creaked open.
Two figures stepped inside.
"Yo. Sorry for being a little late," a voice said, calm and smooth.
"But, gotta say... had a few things on my mind."
The man adjusted his glasses with a quick push, a gleam catching in the light, then turned and pointed casually at the giant monitor behind him.
"First things first..."
His voice dropped a little, almost like he was bored.
"Time to announce who’s riding the bench today."
Jinpachi Ego — Blue Lock's Director and Coach
The screen behind him flashed to life, listing out the names:
> RAICHI, KURONA, HIRAGI, MIKAGE, HIORI, ISHIKARI, BAROU, NANASE, TSURUGI, TOKIMITSU, KIYORA, IGARASHI
Ego kept talking, tone as sharp as ever.
"We're allowed three substitutions during the match.
Keep your guard up.
Stay ready for when your name’s called."
He paused, pushing his glasses higher up again, his cold eyes gleaming behind the lenses.
"In these last two weeks, you’ve worked your asses off to become a real team," he said flatly.
Then, his voice dipped lower, carrying a dark undertone.
"But the world still doesn’t even know you exist yet...
This? This ain’t the finish line.
This is your first real step."
The players tensed — some flashing confident smirks, some clenching their fists, some dead silent but burning with focus.
Ego’s voice cut through the tension like a blade.
"Victory belongs to us — Blue Lock.
Today, you're gonna sharpen those egos of yours...
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