There once was a project, it was intended to create the best striker ever, an angel that would come down and save Japan from its years of losses. What happens when the product of that project gets an invite to blue lock?

Y/N L/N is an enigma. An outgoing, cheerful, smiley teenage boy. Happy, sociable, excitable. A hidden gem in the rough of Japan's younger soccer players. And the winner of the Ascension Project, a secret project designed by the JFU to forcibly create the best forwards in the world. A sadist, a prodigy, and by all meanings of the word, an egoist. When Y/N is invited to the Bluelock Project, his first thought is that it would be a waste of time. He hides his true abilities, staying low and out of sight. But as Bluelock's trials and challenges test him in a way he never would've expected, and a demon of his past returns to haunt him, he's forced to ask the question. Is he really fit to be the greatest striker in the world? Top Rankings: #2 in fanfiction 03/02/25 #1 in anime 18/02/24 #2 in reader 11/07/24 #1 in bl 08/08/24 #1 in male 15/02/24 #1 in malereader 17/02/24 #2 in readerinsert 23/10/24 #1 in bluelock 24/05/24 #1 in egoist 22/12/23 #1 in bllk 03/02/24 #1 in ego 26/02/24 [Completed as of 22/10/24]

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𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 ♡ Rough days are the only thing you've ever had for as long as you can remember. So when the opportunity to join Blue Lock-and stay away from the dread that invades your house-arrives, although with hesitation, you don't waste it. However, you failed to realize that life can always get worse, and your father is not the only one you should be scared of.

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