[ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ]

[A lot of dialogue will not be written in this story, because it's honestly a bit painful. I'll be using sentences to describe dialogues here and there. So, I recommend you've read the manga or watched the anime. I personally am reading the manga and writing this as I go, and I'll he following it too. You have been warned. ]

2 - 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

"Uhm! Excuse me! I can't consent to your explanation." All heads turned to the origin of the voice, Ryosuke Kira. Even Ego looked at him, but [y] chose to busy himself on his phone.

Kira raised his right hand before speaking. "Each of us have our own precious teams. And some of us are preparing for nationals."

"Running off to some place that makes no sense... I can't... abandon my team to participate in that."

Kira and Ego exchanged stares, one of irritation and the other showing nothing.

Many others started to yell, voicing their disagreement and confusion. Isagi couldn't help but sweatdrop, for he had agreed wholeheartedly with Ego's words.

"I see... Your all really sick huh..."

"Then piss off. If you want to leave, I won't stop you." Ego spoke, putting his hands in a t-rex position as he shocked and silenced the whole room.

[y] who already knew what he would say for he had been told about it by Ego about a hundred times, tuned out the paragraph and decided to text his sister Mei instead.

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𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭

𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

Hey sis.

[n/n] where are you?! I've been looking for you!!

Oh uh, remember uncle Ego? Aunt [Aunt's name]'s son in law's brother?

Hmm?? Oh yeah! Why're you bring him up suddenly?

Well uh, I'm gonna be staying in this facility he made called BLUE LOCK for I don't know how long to watch over these kids.

He's paying me too.

WHAT. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ANY OF US [n/n]?!

Wait Blue lock? You mean that soccer facility that has been trending on social media recently?

Miss Anri is so pretty frfr, LITERALLY girlboss🔥🔥🔥

Rare occasion where you actually say something right.

Also yeah. Tell mom, dad, big sis Ami and Shiori about it. I'm too lazy..:c

[n/n]!!

Alright alright, you know I can't say no to my adorable little brother..! :>

Your only 2 years younger then me..

Whatever whatever, stay safe [n/n]!!

Your not gonna say anything...?

Uncle Ego came over to here while you were gone, well now I know why!!

Also don't get a boyfriend there or something, your too young! :<

Sis...😨😶

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[y] sighed, looking up from his phone and finally letting Ego's convo slip in his ears.

"Take Noel Noa for example... He beat out Messi and Ronaldo for the Balon D'or... Do you know what the best striker in the world said?"

𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒚 1-0... 𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 3-4.

"Eric Cantona, the greatest soccer player of the twentieth century said..."

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕.

"And the greatest player off all time... Three-time world cup winner Pele said..."

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆, 𝒈𝒐𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓... 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆.

The man leaned backwards, bending his spine and raising his arms to his sides as he maniacally laughed like a villain at the end of a movie.

'Jeez how does he do that...' [y] shuddered, turning his phone off and glancing at the blue eyed boy before back to Ego.

"All of them are peerless 𝗲𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀. What Japanese soccer lacks is 𝗘𝗴𝗼."

"If your not the world's top 𝗲𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁... You can never become the 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱'𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗿." He finished, a terrifying and intimidating expression on his face. His gaze so cold, it felt if it was 0 degrees in that room.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨...

"And I want to create... someone like that in this country." He spoke, sending chills down everyone's spine.

Isagi stared at him, eyes blown wide as his breath hitched. This...

𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦...

[y]'s lips quivered, forming into the smallest smirk the world has ever seen. 'Haha... Uncle Ego never fails to amaze me. These words... how terrified they are... of the truth of this country...'

He glanced at the crowd, enjoying the terrified expressions of the boys. How funny. Getting so terrified over this simple piece of truth.

"The lone hero who will stand... atop two hundred ninety-nine corpses..."

A image flashed in Isagi's mind. A pile of faceless corpses, on top of which a boy stood. The husk of a boy gazed towards Isagi, a huff of air escaping the husk's mouth as it held a soccer ball.

The sheer gaze of the husk terrified Isagi. He was frightened, but a strange feeling bloomed in him.

'No way... I don't have any achievements to speak of...' deep blue irises stared at Ego, sweat forming and rolling down Isagi's face.

'I'm just a nameless striker...'

"Now you lumps of talent." He spoke once more, raising a finger. "Let me ask you one final question."

His mouth opened once more, about to speak when he was cut off.

"𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘... You're at the last match of the 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗖𝘂𝗽."

[y] spoke suddenly, much to Ego's annoyance and the crowd's astonishment.

Ego glared at his nephew, the latter simply glancing back with a state of 'Too bad'.

Isagi looked at the boy, but softly gasped. 'Why.. is he looking scary right now...'

It was true. The boy now had a scary and intimidating aura around him, just like Ego.

Guess they really are related huh.

"Eighty thousand spectators... Your on that field."

[y] continued, crossing his legs as he leaned against the wall.

Everyone stared at him, sweating. But Isagi could only think about the scene the boy described.

"The score is 0-0. The game has gone into overtime."

Ego pursed his lips and let out a breath. He was slightly impressed that the boy could say exactly what he was going to, but he's thankful because his throat was dry from the yelling.

"The last play... You've broken through and recieved a pass from your teammate."

"It's a one on one showdown with the goalkeeper..."

As the [h/c] haired boy continued, a small smirk appeared on his lips.

Isagi stared at him, eyes wide as he imagined the whole scenario.

"There's a teammate twenty feet to your right. If you pass, you can almost certainly gain a point..."

"But you gamble on your nation's hopes... And the assurance of victory..."

[y] glanced at his uncle, telling him to finish the speech which the older understood.

"𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯."

Heads turned towards Ego again. Man what is this. Why are they constantly switching between speeking its annoying.

"𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦... 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴..."

"May proceed ahead." He finished, as a huge door in the middle of the stage and right next to [y] opened.

"I'll say this once more... Think of everyone besides yourself as supporting actors. Soccer is a sport that exists for you strikers."

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨... ?

"On the field... You're the leading actor."

𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳... 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴...

"Discard your common sense.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘪𝘴...

"That's... What it means to be a striker. Rejoice in your own goals over all else..."

𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴...

"And live for nothing but that moment."

A strange feeling grew in Isagi's body. Without realising, his legs picked themselves up and he ran, right towards the entrance.

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘳!

"Isagi-kun?!" Kira's eyes widened as he watched Isagi run. Several yells roared behind, as others ran into the room.

Ego watched, standing in the centre. [y] who stood on the side and the shadows, glanced.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘳... 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥...

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺...

𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴...

𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳... 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵!

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• ANNND the prologue is done! Sorry about the text and stuff.

• English is my second language, so please forgive me for grammer mistakes.