Yoshiro didn’t wait.
The second that message popped up on his screen, he was already moving—ignoring the rest of Ego’s twisted monologue echoing across the training hall.
He pushed through the doors, footsteps quick and sharp down the metallic corridor.
What the hell is going on now...?
His mind raced.
Ego could’ve just messaged him later. Called him into his office like he usually did.
But this?
This was different.
Urgent.
Weird.
Reaching his room, Yoshiro quickly stripped off his casual wear and pulled on the dark, sleek Blue Lock training gear. The stretch of the fabric was familiar, but something about wearing it now—alone, without being told why—felt off.
Why the training outfit...?
What kind of meeting requires this?
He didn’t like being left in the dark. Not when it came to Ego.
Slipping his phone into his pocket, Yoshiro made his way through the halls again—this time toward a part of Blue Lock that was usually off-limits: The Star Assembly Room.
He stopped in front of the doors.
Tall. Imposing. Painted deep gold and royal blue.
This wasn’t just some meeting room.
It looked like a damn throne room.
He hesitated—just for a second—then pushed the doors open.
The room was silent.
Empty.
The lights were dimmed but elegant, casting a soft glow over the polished floor and royal-colored furniture.
Everything felt… theatrical.
He stepped in quickly, letting the doors close behind him with a heavy thud.
Made his way toward one of the navy-blue velvet couches and sat down, hands resting on his knees.
His golden eyes scanned the room again—still alone.
Waiting.
Ego could’ve talked to me in his office…
Why bring me here?
Why the training outfit?
What the hell is he planning now?
The silence in the room was thick. Heavy. Like it was watching him.
Half an hour passed.
Thirty whole minutes of nothing.
Just silence, a ticking clock, and Yoshiro’s thoughts spiraling deeper into a place he didn’t like. He shifted a little on the velvet couch, fingers drumming against his knee.
This better not be another twisted “test” of his…
Just as that thought crossed his mind—
CREEEAAK.
The door finally opened.
Quietly.
Smoothly.
And there he was.
Jinpachi Ego.
Dressed in his usual stark black, a tablet tucked under one arm, glasses catching the dim golden light of the room.
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