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"Wanna let me in, hotshot? Or are you gonna make me crawl through your legs?" At the sight of the girl leaning against the door frame, almost looking bored with a monotoned expression and arms crossed impatiently, Kunigami doesn't even register anything more than her face and sharp eyes before his legs quickly shuffle to the side and allows her presence to be fully known amongst the other team Z players inside. When the boys finally lay their eyes on the girl standing in the doorway, the exhausted and shaken up feeling from the first challenge temporarily dissipates within seconds. They barely got ahold of what blue lock, the secret selection process to find japans best striker, had entailed. Kira had just barely left with his hand clutching his gushing nose. Igaguri had barely made it to the bench on his injured ankle. Now, staring at the girl with the similar blue lock logo on her jacket only with "athletic trainer" underneath, a new confusing surprise had revealed itself. At least this one is real pretty, but it still gives little comfort despite her appeal. Y/N lets herself further into the room as if she owns it, eyes stern and intimidating as she scans the place, the boys feeling as though she isn't just taking in each player in there to remember their faces, but studying them like they're her own little test subjects. She adjusts the strap of her medical bag hanging off her shoulder, straightens up calmly, and speaks up over the tense air, voice clear and cut-throat. "Heard one of you got a boo-boo." ° ⋆˖ ‧ ᯓ⚽︎ ₊˚. Blue lock-while a covert association dedicated on discovering a one true striker for Japan-isn't just a facility housing those select players. In there, players filled with passion and brimming with ego are fighting for one spot, and when people fight, they're bound to get hurt. Thats where athletic trainers, trained to keep the best at their best come in. That's where Y/N comes in.