Brright1
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Football was supposed to be the world's greatest sport.
At least, that's what everyone kept telling him.
To him, it was nothing more than a game solved long ago. Every defender moved the same. Every striker thought the same. Every match ended the same. Victory came so easily that it had long since lost its meaning, leaving behind only an unbearable boredom.
So why did he keep playing?
Because somewhere, buried beneath countless disappointing victories, was the faint hope that someone-anyone-could finally force him to struggle.
When an invitation to the Blue Lock Project arrives, he dismisses it as another waste of time.
A facility filled with Japan's best young strikers?
He has heard that one before.
But behind Blue Lock's locked doors are monsters unlike any he has ever faced. Egotists who reject logic. Geniuses who rewrite the impossible. Strikers who refuse to lose, no matter how overwhelming the odds.
For the first time in his life...
Football might actually be worth playing.
(Blue Lock doesn't belong to me, but this fanfic does-shocker, I know. Also, if anyone knows who the artist is for the cover I'm using, please tell me. I've tried finding a name but couldn't.)