“JAPAN!"
" JAPAN!"
" JAPAN!”
“SAE ITOSHI! BRING IT HOME!!”
The thunderous roar of the crowd echoed like a tidal wave crashing through Blue Lock Stadium. Fans were on their feet, jumping, shouting, waving flags high above their heads like warriors going into battle.
Banners with Sae Itoshi's name scrolled across the stands, and LED boards blinked with glowing text that read: "The Prodigy Returns!"
Some fans had painted their entire faces red and white, others held up signs with glittering letters. Children sat on parents’ shoulders, chanting with wild grins. A group of teenage girls screamed in excitement every time Sae’s face appeared on the screen. Drums pounded in rhythm with the chants, megaphones blasted commands, and the entire stadium shook under the weight of pure, unfiltered adrenaline.
This wasn’t just excitement.
This was a football fever dream—raw, loud, alive.
In the skybox above the madness, the voice of Japan’s favorite sports reporter, Tereasa Atsuto, rang out clearly across millions of screens at home.
“Are you watching, Japan?” he beamed, his eyes lit with the same thrill as the fans below. “Because tonight—right here, right now—we’re about to witness a piece of football history!”
The camera swung around to show a full 360° view of the stadium. Not a single seat was empty.
“Look at this crowd! Look at this energy!” Tereasa continued breathlessly. “It’s absolutely electric in here! And I’ve got just one question—what do you think, Mr. Natsuki?”
Natsuki Harutarou, let out a laugh that boomed through the booth.
“What do I think?” he said, practically bouncing in his seat. “I think this is freakin' insane! There’s so much energy in here it’s like the whole stadium’s gonna lift off the ground!”
He leaned toward the camera, pointing toward the pitch.
“And how could it not be, Tereasa?! We’ve got Sae Itoshi—the man, the myth, the magician—on that field tonight! Everyone’s been waiting for this!”
Tereasa nodded, his voice growing sharper with excitement.
“That’s right! The genius midfielder, known for his cold precision and godlike control of the ball. He’s not just back—he’s about to own this pitch!”
The camera focused on Sae standing calmly in the tunnel, his Reddish-Brown hair glowing faintly under the stadium lights. His eyes were locked forward, unreadable. Focused. As if the noise didn’t exist
“He’s cool as ice,” Natsuki said in awe.
Tereasa turned back to the camera, his tone now dramatic.
"This is it, folks. Live from the legendary Blue Lock Stadium... the world is watching, and kickoff is just moments away!"
Amid all the chaos—shouting fans, pounding drums, thunderous chants—Yoichi Isagi stood quietly near the sideline, eyes scanning the massive stadium with awe.
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