Announcer practically screaming over the roar of the stadium:
"IT'S ITOSHI RIN! He’s charging toward the goal like a bullet!!”
The stadium holds its breath.
Gen Fukaku, the U-20 goalkeeper, snaps into position—legs bent, eyes locked in.
“He’s getting close—he’s gonna shoot from there?!”
But just as everyone expects the strike—
Rin doesn’t shoot.
Instead, he keeps running, cutting sharper, edging toward the far corner of the field.
Isagi’s eyes go wide.
“What the hell…? He’s… shrinking his shooting angle?
Wait—he’s going for it with his left foot?!”
Rin’s body coils like a spring—his left leg swings up.
Isagi heart pounding
“Rin…
Don’t tell me you’re—
You're trying to copy Sae’s impossible goal?!”
BOOM.
Rin's foot slams into the ball. It rockets forward—
a low, slicing curve heading straight for the net.
Fukaku growls, throwing his body full-stretch.
Just barely—his fingertips graze the ball!
It spins off path—slams the goalpost with a loud clang!
Rin lands, jaw clenched.
“...Tch.”
Kazuma, snapping out of shock, yells from the back,
“Nice save, Fukaku! Everyone—watch the rebound!!”
The ball ricochets—
right to Yukimiya.
Isagi’s eyes narrow. He syncs instantly with Yukimiya,
slipping into open space—
“This is it… the scenario we nailed back in Blue Lock!”
Teppei Neru bolts in to stop Yukimiya—
but Yukimiya’s already moving.
His feet blur, body flowing like water.
Teppei’s forehead beads with sweat.
"Which way is he gonna go?! Left? Right?!"
Before he can react—
Isagi dashes in, cutting right across Teppei’s vision.
Teppei flinches—
and Yukimiya strikes.
“great , Isagi—owe you one,”
he smirks, hammering the ball toward the net.
But just as it’s about to cross the line—
THUMP.
A leg blocks the shot.
Yukimiya gasps.
“What—?!”
Standing there—cool, unreadable—
Aiku.
“Nice shot,” he says flatly, locking eyes with Yukimiya.
Miroku lunges to intercept the loose ball—
but someone’s already there.
Eita slides in, eyes sharp, stealing the ball right under him.
“You forgot about me?” he says, smiling faintly.
“Kinda hurts my feelings.”
Cho doesn’t hesitate.
He lunges with a vicious sliding tackle, tearing up grass on his way toward Eita.
But—
Eita doesn’t even look.
As if he'd felt the tackle coming,
he flicks the ball to his left in a smooth no-look pass.
Perfectly timed.
The ball rolls straight under Karasu’s stride.
Karasu catches it with a soft touch, barely breaking his pace.
With a cocky smirk, he mutters:
“Nice pass.”
Their movements—sharp, fluid, synced.
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FanfictionBeing Nagi's twin brother was not what you thought You died because of a small negligence and you received the gift of God and came to the world of blue lock Your talents shined and caught the eye of a crazy man A goalkeeper? A defender? A mid...
