Yoshiro stood silently by the far wall of Blue Lock's main training room.
The overhead lights buzzed faintly above him, but his focus never wavered-eyes sharp and golden, glued to the scene unfolding before him on the field.
His arms were crossed, posture loose but alert.
Every muscle still, like a coiled spring waiting for the right moment.
Across the turf, the atmosphere was electric.
Bastard München
VS
FC Barcha.
Two titans-two clashing philosophies-two worlds colliding head-on.
The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife.
The kind of rivalry that made even the air feel heavier in your lungs.
And on the sideline, watching every second like his life depended on it, sat Isagi Yoichi.
He was hunched slightly forward on the bench, elbows on his knees, fingers clasped tightly together. His eyes didn't blink, didn't move-not even once-as the players of FC Barcha began to take the field.
His gaze narrowed immediately.
He knew those faces.
He remembered every one of them.
Their moves. Their styles. Their arrogance.
His jaw clenched as his stomach coiled with a strange mix of adrenaline and frustration.
He should've been out there.
He wanted to be out there.
Instead... he was here. Watching.
And the comments came fast.
"So, Yoichi Isagi's benched, huh?"
The voice came from Otoya Eita, his tone casual-cold-but not cruel.
He didn't say it to mock. He said it like a fact.
Like a weather report.
Clear skies, Yoichi Isagi: benched.
He adjusted his gloves with the nonchalance of a man who had nothing to prove.
Then came the voice that did sting.
"That puts me ahead of you now, huh, Isagi? Mr. Self-Important."
Bachira.
His voice playful and taunting, a crooked grin tugging at his lips like he was enjoying every second of this little reunion.
His eyes gleamed with mischief, as if the chaos of rivalry fueled him more than any tactical plan.
Isagi didn't answer.
He didn't rise to the bait.
But his fists tightened in his lap-knuckles white.
Ten days.
Ten days of pushing himself beyond the limit.
Of dissecting every match, analyzing every play, fixing every flaw.
He had tried to rise.
But the cold truth hit harder than any tackle.
He wasn't enough.
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