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Your name is Kondo Tatsuya, and you’re an amateur football player that has dreams of going pro and perhaps even further. Well, maybe. Problem is, you don’t exactly know where that story starts.

At the National High School Soccer Championship, in the Saitama Prefectural Finals, you remember as the game was nearing it’s final minutes and you were one-nil down to the opposing side: MATSUKAZE KOKOU. All of a sudden though, a breakthrough happened, your teams midfielders had broken past the enemy’s and the ball was swiftly passed to YOU. You had dribbled past one defender, then the next and then finally, you were one on one with the opposing side’s goalkeeper. His eyes wide and his arms stretched out wide.

You could feel it in your bones as you raised your left leg up for a direct shot in the top right corner of the net, that this was the correct move. This would send you to nationals, where you could prove your worth on a bigger stage than any other. The goalkeeper had already made his move. rushing towards you in the hopes that he could stop your shot before you could make it yourself.

Suddenly, a teammate was on your right, his right arm stretched outward as he was signalling to you what he wanted to do himself.

“Tatsuya!! I’m wide open!!”

!?

Your brain stopped in that moment as you kicked it over to the other striker on your team, his eyes similarly growing wide as he slammed the ball home with all his strength…

To the crossbar.

A metallic clang rang out onto the field as the other side’s defenders scooped up the ball for themselves, passed it quickly between the midfielders which had then gifted a golden opportunity to their own strikers.

One they didn’t miss. All over in less than 30 seconds.

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>>5476876
A referee blew the whistle the second after they went two-nil up against us. Their substitutions running out onto the field as they carried and threw their striker up into the air in elation that they finally made it to nationals. Confetti and yelling aloud across the entire pitch. To you though, it was all white noise.

Your brain finally caught up to what was happening. To the missed shot of your fellow striker and the literal minute it took them to slam home a goal into our own net. Logically, it was the right move. Football is not a game you can play by yourself. There are 11 players on the field, and he was right open beside you, the keeper didn’t even acknowledge his existence. That’s just how focused he was on YOU.

Yet, he didn’t score. A golden opportunity. And he didn’t score.

You had lined up with your teammates, the others around you tearing up with their heads in their hands as they processed what had just happened not so long ago. You though? You just stood in silence, staring at the grass beneath you as you tried to follow back on that feeling of the ball between your feet. You had a golden opportunity yourself.

So why didn’t you take it? You couldn’t answer it, the answer locked behind shock and turmoil.

As soon as you got back to the changing rooms, you slung a towel over your head as sweat dripped off you in buckets. All this work for not one single goal, nor an assist? You were pathetic. Could you even count yourself as a striker? Not with that performance.

Similarly, as you were inside your own head, the striker who missed sat next to you, head in their hands as they sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

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>>5476879
“I’m sorry, Tatsuya. You gifted me the perfect goal, and I fucked it all up.”

You didn’t say a word back. You couldn’t. Anything that came out of your mouth right now would have led to an argument, a fight, something or the other. So you stuck your head down and didn’t do anything.

“Tatsuya… you don’t have to say anything back to me. But I just want to know, before we go our separate ways after this match…”

You shifted your head slightly at the oncoming question.

“...What kind of striker did you ever envision yourself becoming?”

>A traditional Centre-Forward. One with high physical presence that can go toe-to-toe with any centreback in the world. (Example: Didier Drogba, Gonzalo Higuain)

>A poacher. High situational awareness, agility and reaction time. Latching onto crosses and loose balls as if the ball was attracted to them. (Example: Filippo Inzaghi, Javier Hernandez.)

>A finisher. A lethal threat in front of any net. Similar to a poacher, though with technical skills abound and an overabundance of firing power that could power through any goalkeepers hands. (Example: Robert Lewandowski, Robin van Persie)

>A playmaker. Dropping deep and creating goal scoring opportunities for everyone, including yourself. These players ask for every pass they can get, combined with expert dribbling ability and the ability to smell a goal at any opportunity. These players don’t rely on physcal attributes, but their own agility and their intuition for a goal. (Example: Thierry Henry.)

>An inside-forward. Sit back behind the traditional number 9 and let your dribbling and technical skills do the work. An inside forward is like the lost link between a traditional striker and an attacking midfielder. You thrive on creating partnerships with other players and creating chemical reactions with them. (Example: “Dennis Bergkamp”)

>>5476874
>20 minute voting window.
you might find /qst/ a little to slow for this

>>5476896
haha probably, I don't mind extending it out till others reply. Somewhere around an hour or so?

>>5476882
>>An inside-forward. Sit back behind the traditional number 9 and let your dribbling and technical skills do the work. An inside forward is like the lost link between a traditional striker and an attacking midfielder. You thrive on creating partnerships with other players and creating chemical reactions with them. (Example: “Dennis Bergkamp”)
Dennis bergCUM

ill give the vote an extra 30 mins or so since its just starting out.

>>5476882
>>A finisher. A lethal threat in front of any net. Similar to a poacher, though with technical skills abound and an overabundance of firing power that could power through any goalkeepers hands. (Example: Robert Lewandowski, Robin van Persie)

>A poacher. High situational awareness, agility and reaction time. Latching onto crosses and loose balls as if the ball was attracted to them. (Example: Filippo Inzaghi, Javier Hernandez.)

Becoming a ball bloodhound seems fun. Plus, this is the type of striker that makes the other team die inside.

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>>5476899
>>5476915
>>5476917
The vote is split 3 ways, so i'll average it out as our character being a hybrid, focused on agility and dribbling skills with a lesser focus on shot power overall

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When you were younger, you had watched a ton of European football from all over the continent. What drew you to other countries, such as Spain in particular, was the way that they scored goals. The English league had generally scored goals on merits of strength and speed, the Italians had done so with tactics that crushed the other side. The Spanish scored goals that looked like they were having an immense amount of… fun. Dribbling around all the other defenders, confusing the midfielders and causing chaos to their formation with a truly immense amount of agility on their side. These were the types of strikers that truly danced on the field, smiling all the way to the goalpost.

It was a league that had a lot of showboating. But it was a league that demanded more from their players and especially, their strikers. You couldn’t just score a goal in a lackadaisical fashion , you HAD to show it up for the fans, for themselves and for their teams. It was one of the many reasons why you were inspired by them and their players and had chosen to model yourself after them.

You had a bunch of inspirations, all as equal as one another in your eyes. Enough so that when you finally had an answer ready for him, he already left your side on the bench and seemingly went home for the day. Only but a few others were left still, packing up their boots and showering themselves off.

So you went home for the evening. Your mind still racing on the goal that SHOULD have been. Yet, did not. A feeling of anguish laying up inside you.

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>>5476937
You slept off the day previously but were abruptly woken up by your mother, calling you from outside your room to come downstairs for something important. What it was? You had no clue.

Catching whatever clothes you had laying around, quickly brushing your teeth and rushing downstairs, you were prepared to face the wrathful might of whatever your mother had wanted you for. Instead, what she was doing was standing there, arms crossed with a small white envelope in her hands. A curious hexagonal symbol the only standout that you could see.

She spotted you coming down and promptly unfolded herself, handing you over the small envelope immediately.

“It came in the mail today whilst you were asleep. I didn’t want to wake you up as it was early but… I felt that this was important for you to see.”
You raised an eyebrow, about to ask what she meant before she promptly cut you off before you could say anything.

“It’s from the Japanese Football Union. You should open it.”

You choked on whatever air you had in your lungs as you quickly ripped open the envelope to see what contents it had inside. Your heart beating inside your chest loud and clear as you wondered what they could ever want from you, especially because of yesterday.

You found a white letter inside, opening it up with your mother beside you, you spot a few very clear words on the page.

“KONDO TATSUYA-SAMA: YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED FOR A SPECIAL PLAYER TRAINING PROGRAM.”

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>>5476946
You didn’t read much of anything else, except for the location they wanted you to head to and the time they expected of you. Which was…

Today. In about an hour.

…

“Are you going to stand there or…?”

Your mother nearly leapt off of you as you raced upstairs for your gear. Packing whatever you could inside and nearly tripping yourself coming down the stairs. But before you could open the door and race to the train to Tokyo, your mom had stopped you in your tracks and inspected you. Dusting off whatever bits of dust you had on you and checking on with you before she kissed you on your forehead and wished you good luck.

And so, you stand now in front of the Japanese Football Union’s headquarters. Letter in your hand as a dark red scarf covers your features.

You still don’t know why you were selected, nor why you are even here in the first place. But this is an opportunity you cannot let go off and one, that you hope, will change your footballing life forever.

And so, you walk inside, hopeful for the best.

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Immediately, you are in the middle of the largest congregation of Japanese strikers that you have ever seen in your life. Some are intensely familiar, some you have never seen before in your life. Though much is clear already from the uncertainty clouding the air around you all, everyone here must’ve got the same letter, though no one knows what’s exactly happening either.

So you stand around at the back of the crowd, leaning on a wooden post as you spot another player coming up towards you.

It’s the striker that scored against you in the finals yesterday, the one that sunk your team entirely.

He comes to you with a smile and a wave, “Hello! I’m Ryosuke Kira. Though I think you already know who I am,” he states with a continuous smile.

He doesn’t wait for your answer, he continues: “You’ve been invited to this ‘Special Training Program’ like the rest of us, right?” he states.

You nod your head in agreement, though you thought it was pretty obvious.

“So what do you think about sticking together for now? If I’m going to head into the unknown like everyone else here, I’d rather it be with someone I actually somewhat know. And besides, you were pretty good yesterday too! It was just a shame that the other striker on your team couldn’t get that last one anyhow.”

A shame, huh? You guess you could call it that.

But as you look up back into his eyes, you realise that he has his hand outward for you, waiting for a shake of the hand to solidify what he’s just said. That damn smile on his face the entire time.

What now?

>Stick with him and shake his hand, he is right, you don’t know what’s happening here. No one does. “I agree. Together, we have better odds surviving whatever this selection is.”

>Slap his hand out of your sight. Does he think he can just get all buddy with you after yesterday?! No chance. “Find someone else. I’m not interested.”

>Don’t say anything to him. Push past him and walk into the crowd of strikers, it looks like something is starting…

>>5476960
Sorry, forgot to add
>Write in

>>5476960
>>Stick with him and shake his hand, he is right, you don’t know what’s happening here. No one does. “I agree. Together, we have better odds surviving whatever this selection is.”

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>>5477025
writing

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You shake his hand in agreement and you watch as his eyes light up in delight at your decision.

“I agree with you. Together, we have better odds of surviving whatever this program is about. And besides, yesterday is the past, isn’t it?” You respond with a similar smile on your face.

He grips your hand tightly in turn, “Thanks dude, no hard feelings about yesterday.”

You freeze for a second with the memories before coming back to the forefront, “Yeah, no hard feelings.”

He smiles back in response and promptly lets go of your hand as he stands by you, arms crossed, waiting for something to happen.

You watch the other strikers in silence, waiting and listening for the announcement to take place and in the middle of it all, you wonder when it’d happen at all. It feels like you’ve been here at least a half hour by now. So you wait, and wait, and wait.

Until something clicks.

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>>5477041
The lights go dim and dimmer until the only thing alight is the stage up front where a microphone is placed, with a man dressed in all black and fitted with a pair of glasses comes up towards it. Everyone turns towards him with abated breath.

“Uh...Er… Congratulations, you unpolished lumps of talent.” The man responds with an almost bored tone of voice, though it booms over the silence of the entire room.

“According to my personal judgement, the three hundred of you gathered here are the best strikers under eighteen.”

He stands silent for a minute, letting everyone in the hall process his words, before continuing on: “My name is JINPACHI EGO, and I was hired by the Japanese Football Association to give Japan a World Cup.”

What did he just say?!

After that response, the hall goes ablaze with whispers, a buzz of noise everywhere as people start pointing at him, asking each other what he means by that. Ryosuke included.

“Dude, is he for real?” He nudges you with his shoulder, “Japan winning the World Cup? He’s insane, absolutely insane. We haven’t even come close to the finals of the damn thing, and he thinks he can win it entirely? He’s completely crazy.”

You stand there in silence, oddly enraptured by what he’s talking about. Waiting for his next statement.

“I’ll say this plainly, only one thing is necessary for Japanese soccer to win to become the best in the world: The birth of a truly revolutionary striker.”

“And with the three hundred of you here, I will be conducting an experiment to create the worlds best striker.”

As he speaks, a screen flashes behind him with an image of a hexagonal building, segmented into 5 distinct areas.

“Look, this is the facility that will create a miracle. ‘BLUE LOCK’.”

“Starting today, you’ll all be living here together, going under the specialised training routines I’ve devised. You cannot return to your homes, and this marks the end of your previous soccer careers.”

“But I promise you this. Whoever survives this BLUE LOCK and outlasts the other two-hundred and ninety-nine applicants will become…”

“...The worlds best striker.”

In that instant, the screen behind him disappears, and a large door opens up slowly behind him as he finishes his statement.

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>>5477074
“Imagine for a second… that you’re in the finals of the World Cup. Eighty-thousand spectators and you’re smack dab in the middle of the opposing side’s field. The score is 0-0. The game has gone into overtime and the last play is afoot. You’ve broken through and received a pass from your teammate and it’s a one on one showdown with the enemy keeper.”

He takes a small breath before moving on, “There’s a teammate twenty feet to your right. If you pass it to him, you can almost certainly get a point. Yet, you gamble your nations hopes and dreams, and the assurance of victory to shoot without any hesitation.”

“Only those sorts of crazy Egoists may proceed to the door behind me.”

You feel goosebumps on you, electricity running down your spine as you can envision exactly what he’s thinking of in your head. It makes your head spin with contentment to know someone feels the way you do.

Though even though he’s gesturing to the door behind him, no one moves.

“...I’ll say this once more. Soccer is a sport that exists for you strikers. Think of everything else as just a supporting actor for your performance on the field.” A cruel smirk on his face all the while.

His arms are out wide as his voice envelops the hall, “Disregard all common sense. You ARE the leading actor here on the field. Rejoice in your OWN GOALS as a striker, above anyone else’s. That IS what is means to be a striker in soccer! If you can do that! Then RUN THROUGH THE DOOR BEHIND ME WITH ALL YOU CAN MUSTER.” He exclaims out loud.

And in your head, your mind is awash. How come no-one told you any of this? This man who’s gripping my fate in his hands…

You want to follow him. Subconsciously, you begin running to the door, a daze in your eyes as Ryosuke tries to grab you but falls just short of your jacket. You run like a madman to the gates as he bears his gaze down on you with a feral smile on his face. You hear the squeaking of trainers as others take to what you’ve done and the commotion in the room, that once had just been a small buzz, had been brought alight with a flame.

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>>5477077
Soon enough, all three hundred go through the door. Not one striker left in the hall, all deluded with their own ideas and machinations of their own perfection as a striker.

“There’s no going back now…” a woman states to the left of Ego, clipboard in hand as she stares inquisitively at him.

“I’ll act in accordance to what you’ve said, but I’m still trusting you with the futures and aspirations of over three-hundred high school boys. It won’t be easy.”

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>>5477085
“It might mean ruining the lives of over two-hundred and ninety-nine lives…” he states before looking over at Anri with an intense gaze of his own.

“...But one great striker WILL be born. That’s what “BLUE LOCK” is.” he speaks as he begins laughing to himself, arms wrapping his sides with glee.

“And that’s exactly why I’ve thrown them into the biggest hellfire I can manage.”

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>>5477091
The path behind Ego had led to several buses that were waiting for the appropriate players, you included. You slept on the journey there, no idea where you were going, but you knew that it was the beginning of something magical. Something special.

You arrived at your destination in the evening as the sun was going down, it was a truly massive facility. The three hundred of you that were there seemed to be well off as you were heading in.

You entered the facility as you were told and you made your way through the concrete maze that was the BLUE LOCK facility.

You got a uniform included, it read: “299 – Z”. You wondered what it meant on the way as you looked down on the badge that displayed the number and the letter.

Eventually, you find your way to Room Z. Where it seemed like you would be staying for the foreseeable future.

Stepping through the door, you find yourself face to face with eleven other members in the same uniform as you were given. You also found Ryosuke there too, looking at you with surprise and a smile as well.

“Thank goodness you’re here, I was starting to think we would be split up for as long as we were here!” he exclaims.

You smirk in response, “I’m relieved too Kira-kun, I never thought you’d be-”

Just before you could finish your statement, someone with a shaved head was standing behind you, waiting for you to notice him.

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>>5477106
You turn around to meet him, “Uh… Hello?”

“Hello there!” he states with a gleaming smile on his face. “My name is Gurimu Igarashi! Are you his friend, Kondo?”

You… think so? You give him a quick nod of the head and his smile seemingly goes even further into his face.

“That’s really nice! I grew up in a temple so there wasn’t that many people I could come with myself, never mind a striker!

He grows quiet at the mention of the temple, “From the time I was born, my family desperately wanted me to leanr the business, inherit the temple and to continue on with life that way. But I hate having my life predetermined for me!” he responds with a shake of the head as his smile gradually falls off.

“My dad promised me that if I could go pro, that I wouldn’t have to inherit the temple! So that's why I’m here! To prove to my dad that I can go beyond what the family expects of me! I wont lose to anyone for my goal!”

Unexpectedly, you watch as Igarashi extends a hand out to you as well, “I won’t lose to anyone that can’t match MY hunger!”

You shake his hand with a small smirk, noting down that the number on his shoulder states: “300”.

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>>5477114
You make small talk with some of the other people in the room before the lights dim slightly and Jinpachi Ego shows up on a massive screen at the top of your room.

“Hello there you wastes of space, settled down yet?” he asks. Though he soon realised that no-one can respond back anyway.

“As you might’ve expected or thought of by now, the other people in your room are your teammates…”

“...And your rivals. Who will push each other higher.”

“I’ve used my personal judgement to rank you according to your abilities at this point in time. That is the number explained on your uniform.”

‘So I’m 299 out of 300… I’m way too fucking low already.’ You think to yourself as you inspect your number.

Ego continues as you think to yourself, “That ranking will change day by day and will go up or down depending on how you perform in training and in matches that you perform in.”

Ego smirks something vicious as he looks down on you all, “And those in the top 5 will be UNCONDITIONALLY registered for the U-20 WORLD CUP.” he explains.

God… The U-20 World Cup. Can you even imagine yourself there? Standing in front of that many people? It makes you shiver with anticipation.

“By the way…”

“Those that fail BLUE LOCK will never be allowed to represent Japan at the World Cup level. What you need here to progress is a sense of your own EGO. And so, for now, we will hold a little test in that regard…”

A small patch of the ceiling detaches itself as a ball drops to the feet of Igarashi. He looks as confused as everyone.

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>>5477133
“Now… Time for some TAG.”

“The time limit is one hundred and thirty-six seconds. If you get hit with the ball… you’re IT.”

“Whoever’s IT when time’s run out has to piss off back home with their tail between their legs. Got it? Got it.”

“Also… No usage of hands is allowed. That is all. Good luck out there.” and with that final statement, he disappears and all you can hear is everyone breathing before chaos breaks out and Igarashi slams your shin with the ball.

You look at Igarashi with horror before he sprints with all his might towards the back end of the room, the rest seem to have a similar idea.

What to do, what to do…

>Fire a powershot to the corner of the room where a majority of them are huddling, surely one of them has to get tagged by it, right? (DC 40)

>Target Igarashi, he is the lowest ranked here and he was the one who tagged you in the first place. Return to sender. (DC 50)

>Target someone random who’s on their own. All you need to do is tag them, that’s all you need to do to survive. (DC 60)

>Target Kyosuke. He’s the highest ranked person here in the Z block, getting him out now will be beneficial to everyone in BLUE LOCK (DC 80)

>Write in.

>Fire a powershot to the corner of the room where a majority of them are huddling, surely one of them has to get tagged by it, right? (DC 40)

Might as well go for the one with the biggest chance of success. I don’t care for “revenge” against igarashi of all people.

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>>5477201
fire away to the corner it is, you're free to roll all 3 rolls.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>5477203

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>5477203
FORZAAAAAAAAAAA

>>5477230
best of three, you are free to make 2 more 1d100 rolls if you want

>>5477233
>>5477234
nvm, looks like another anon already succeeded but yes, its a best of 3 (1d100's)

will be writing now.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>5477234
I like rolling. So I will roll again

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>>5477233
>>5477230
>>5477241
You smash it into the rightmost corner of the field with all your might towards the group huddling against one another. Few spot your shot coming towards them, scatting on the ground as they try to make a mad dash towards any other area of the field.

One of them isn’t so lucky.

The number 291 flashes into your memory as your ball SLAMS into the side of this spiky haired guys head. His face remoddled and reforming itself against the strength of your ball before he catches his bearings and the ball lands between his feet.

The screen lights up from behind him, it reads: “RENSUKE KUNIGAMI, Ranking: 291”

“Urgh… You bastard…” you hear him mutter as he stares furiously at you.

“I’ll fucking crush you, Kondo…! You hear me!?” he yells out as he begins dribbling back towards you. You can hear his teeth audibly grinding together that he was tagged so early on.

You start looking at who else you can get behind.

And for who else you could get out if the chance arises.

>End for now.

Thanks for those who voted. I know there hasn't been that much interaction so far but with the blue lock program now fully starting, i'm hoping that can change quickly.

I'll probably pick this up tomorrow when I have some time. I don't have a twitter or anything and this is my first time being a QM so I hope it's alright so far. Hoping to pick this up around 5-6PM GMT.

>>5477252
*i'll still be using the same thread for tomorrow.
forgot to say that.

>>5477252

Enjoying the quest so far! Thanks for running, anon!

>>5477253
So I'm thinking we should take out Igarashi or Iemon for starters. Blue Lock is all about Ego but it's also about devouring our team/opponents to get better in turn. Those two provide us literally nothing whatsoever; Kira meanwhile is someone that we can utilize and surpass - having him cut this early is probably not super worth it when we could use him for a benchmarker.

>>5477252
Good start, never realized I wanted sports-anime quests.

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picking back up again in a bit.

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>>5478035

You see his eyes narrow as he finally catches you in his sights without any interference.

“What a stupid fucking game this is…” you hear him mutter as he stares at your face and lines up a shot your way with his right leg and unknowingly, you find yourself all alone without anybody you could drag in nearby.

You feel the beginnings of sweat starting to drop down your face as you stare him down. You take a deep breath inward and prepare to deal with the situation.

>Run away from Kunigami in the hopes that his shot doesn’t find you. (DC 30)

>Dodge to the left (DC 45)

>Dodge to the right (DC 45)

>Jump upwards to him before he can fire a shot and kick him directly in the face, Ego never said anything about not using your feet against others. (DC 70)

>Visualise where you believe the ball will be heading and trap it, tip it over and fire it off against the closest person you can visualise. (DC 85)

>Write in.

>>5478059
>Visualise where you believe the ball will be heading and trap it, tip it over and fire it off against the closest person you can visualise. (DC 85)
Big ego big rolls

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>>5478061
gimme 3 rolls, i'll only use the best

>>5478079
/dice 1d100

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>5478079

>>5478094
you're free to roll the other two if you wish

>>5478096
nevermind, we'll continue with that roll.

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>>5478119
You try to visualise the precise spot to where the ball will lose its momentum at your feet. What you weren’t expecting was the massive amount of shot power that Kunigami was wielding through his legs, as when he fires his shot, his direct line of fire doesn’t just land at your feet, it basically storms through your stomach like a cannonball and it takes you with with it.

You emit a bird like screech in response as you nearly fall to your knees and the ball drops to the floor. Coughing like your like depends on it as the screen above you shifts back towards you again, reading: “KONDO TATSUYA, 299”

“Sorry about that! But I'm not THAT sorry!” you hear Kunigami yell before he too moves towards the other side of the room. Sprinting like a madman to join the others in their resolution to not get hit.

‘Is this all I’m worth?’ you begin thinking as you finally pick yourself up off the ground. ‘I’ve gotten tagged twice already, I need to change up my mindset…,” and as you begin thinking to yourself on how to get out of this situation, a red timer flashes above with a loudspeaker announcing the timer countdown:

“60 SECONDS REMAINING.”

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>>5478146
“Well, this is no fun at all!” you hear someone say before the scuffling of movement and yelling can be heard from behind you.

You turn around to look, the ball nested between your feet.

You see a small, lithe player with brown hair and yellow highlights latching and grabbing onto Igarashi as he tries to take him down from his back but this player, with the number: “290” is making it extremely hard for him to do so.

“Come on Kondo, this isn’t fun if one person keeps getting picked on! No, no, no. It needs to be more dramatic then that! And what’s more dramatic than a betrayal of those who aren’t tagged yet?!” he exclaims as Igarashi starts to thrash from underneath him, clearly understanding of what he’s trying to do, yet is still pinned in place.

“Goddamnit, Bachira! You’re seriously willing to screw me out of here just because you’re bored of all things!?” Igarashi basically yells as he consistently tries to grip Bachira’s shirt, only for him to lose his grip and for Bachira to move around and to wrap his whole body against him.

“Of course!~ I haven’t even met a monster to my own yet!” Bachira exclaims.

“What the fuck are you on about?!” Igarashi yells in a panic.

Bachira doesn’t respond to that one, he’s consistently hooking on and grabbing onto Igarashi to prevent him from moving as he stares at you with a… curious expression? Or is it behind you? It’s like he’s almost unsure of whether you’ll go for Igarashi or for himself, like he’s trying to solve a puzzle.

But he’s provided a golden opportunity for you, one you have to acknowledge.

The rest of the players look unsure about this, muttering loudly with each other as they watch this happen in real time.

>Fire a direct shot AT them both, it doesn’t matter which one’s tagged, it just can’t be you. (DC 40)

>Fire a direct shot at Igarashi in particular, he’s open for the taking. (DC 30)

>Fire a direct shot at Bachira, the one who’s holding onto him for all he’s got. (DC 60)

>Fire a curveball around at the person behind them both, there’s one person who’s been hiding out behind the others for a while now… (DC 70)

>Write in. (even if these don't get voted, I may still take them on.)

>>5478148
>>Fire a direct shot at Bachira, the one who’s holding onto him for all he’s got. (DC 60)

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>>5478156
you are free to roll all three rolls

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>5478166

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Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>5478166

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>5478166

FORZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>5478172
>>5478173
>>5478174
basado, will get to writing immediately

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>>5478176
>7
As you look towards Igarashi struggling beneath the antagonistic jockey that is Bachira in all of his glory, you see Igarashi look at you and his eyes widen as you look down towards him. You can see him continuously mouth words that you can barely register as sweat starts profusely running down his face. His teeth clattering in anticipation.

You grit your teeth and look towards Bachira, he’s climbing and moving himself all over the back of Igarashi, so much so that it’s hard to even catch a glimpse of where his “core” should even be, but you eventually figure out his dancing rhythm after a few seconds.

You line up a shot and you can hear Bachira’s words from over where you’re standing, a silent and hissing, “Yes… Yes…!” as he stares towards you in anticipation, but unlike Igarashi, with a clear and gleaming smile on his face. His eyes wild as he suddenly stops his irregular dance.

Dribbling closer you settle yourself into a rhythm that matches the two in-front of you and their erratic movement before you take a chance on it. Not on Igarashi, no, no, that’d be too easy and something deep within your soul is telling you that this IS the correct choice to make. The one that’ll make your veins sing and dance on the field.

Your shot flies with the strength of all you can muster as you kick it with your left foot, it heads face first towards Igarashi and you see, in the milliseconds it takes him to register what his happening, that he’s in the danger zone. He thrashes a last minute recovery attempt before Bachira crushes him beneath his weight and…

The ball suddenly flies up, hitting Bachira square underneath the jaw as he loses his grip on Igarashi and he tumbles down onto the field below. A daze in his eyes as the ball drops next to his head with a muffled sound. The room is totally silent, and so are you.

All of a sudden, the fallen soldier on the ground starts moving again, “Heh...hehehe...HAHAHAHAHA,” Bachira suddenly flies up off the ground on both feet. Trapping the ball beneath his feet before he begins dribbling it constantly, letting it build up speed and momentum to the point where you can barely make see the ball anymore.

“This is going to be really fun! You’ve impressed me already Kondo! Now… who’s next?” Bachira states with mirth as he begins eyeing up anyone who hasn’t been tagged yet. The room looks petrified and bewildered at what just transpired. The tension of the room builds.

“30 SECONDS REMAIN.” A loudspeaker announces.

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>>5478195
There’s adrenaline running across your features. But even beneath the panic, as Igarashi runs towards you with glee in his eyes and tears running down his face, you felt it. Deep in your veins as your mind danced on the perfect spot to shoot your target. Ecstasy in abundance. You end up involuntarily trying to keep a smile off your face, though it fails spectacularly.

“Kondo, what the fuck was that?! You can do that type of shit?!” Igarashi yells as he runs behind you, eyes wide but even he can’t keep a gratitude filled smile off his face.

>”You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

>”What’s the matter? Thought it was all over for you Igarashi?”

>”Next time, don’t get hijacked by some… strange kid and you won’t have to rely on me to do a play like that.”

>”Can I get a thank you for saving your ass?”

>Write in.

>>5478198
>”Next time, don’t get hijacked by some… strange kid and you won’t have to rely on me to do a play like that.”

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>>5478208
You roll your eyes as obtusely as you can before you get back into the game and you begin focusing on what Bachira is doing next.

“Next time, Igarashi, don’t get hijacked by this strange kid and you won’t have to rely on me to do a play like that again! Does that sound good, Igarashi?” you speak to him with an almost comical tone of voice, gradually raising it till it eventually sounds like you’re mocking him.

“Well I never expected for him to just flat out JUMP onto me! I’ll be sure to avoid that crap next time! Thanks for your amazing advice!” Igarashi explains with embarrassment clear in his voice. But even as he spoke to you, his eyes were solely concentrating on the sole form of Bachira as keeps the ball in the air with his feet, whistling all the while as he judges who to spot.

“Eenie. Meenie. Miney…” he starts chanting in a quiet pitched tone, you could only make it out from the deafening silence of your last play which the others, seemingly, haven’t entirely recovered from.

All of a sudden, Bachira races towards Ryosuke with glee in his eyes and a smile in his step, the ball dancing between his feet as Ryosuke, who’s been standing at the back for the longest time, is suddenly made out in the open on his own.

Ryosuke makes his move, he dashes to the right side of the field as Bachira catches up closely, he looks behind himself, seeing the horrifying form of a smiling Bachira coming up behind him and Bachira capitalises on it.

“15 SECONDS REMAINING!”

He hears the speakers and stops for a second, trapping the ball for the slightest of moments before lifting it up the air in front of him and waiting for the perfect time to strike. Ryosuke sees this and panic’s. He freezes up mid-step as Bachira completes his course to his victim and capitalises perfectly.

“...Mo.” Bachira utters before slamming home a shot towards his prey.

Firing off a shot similarly to Kunigami, the ball flies straight and true. Smacking into the side of Ryosuke’s face before he trips over himself and the screen flashes a bright white as the next victim is finally tagged.

“RYOSUKE KIRA. 289.”

“10 SECONDS REMAINING!”

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>>5478234
“No… NO!! I’M NOT READY TO GO YOU FUCKS!!” you hear Ryosuke basically scream out as he begins twisting his neck each and every way to find his victim.

Unfortunately, it lands on you.

“I AM THE FUCKING JEWEL OF JAPANESE YOUTH SOCCER. IF YOU DARE THINK I’M LEAVING THIS FUCKING FACILITY FOR SOME SCUM LIKE YOU OR THAT ‘IGARASHI’ MONK FUCK, YOU CAN THINK OTHERWISE!” If he wasn’t yelling before, he is now.

You hear a faint: "That isn't very nice..." echo out across the field.

He’s lining up his right foot against you, you’ve seen it before in the match the day before. A shot that curls beautifully into the left side. When you watched it on the field, it looked like magic.

Now? It looked more like a death-wish.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT KONDO! YOU COULD HAVE JUST HIT IGARASHI, SQUARE AND SIMPLE BUT NOOO~. YOU JUST HAD TO PUNT THE LITTLE GREMLINS FACE AND MAKE HIM COME TO ME.”

“BUT THIS ISN’T THE END. HOW COULD IT BE? I AM THE JEWEL THAT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR, YOU’RE NOT EVEN ANYWHERE NEAR MY LEVEL, KONDO! NO-ONE HERE IS! YOU’RE ALL FUCKING SCUM.” he states with clear and abject anger in his voice, his eyes never leaving yours.

What a change of heart he’s had over the last day or so, it kinda makes you proud to see his own ego flourish so lively in the height of the match.

‘Shame it was against me though,’ you thought to yourself. But all of a sudden, you spot Igarashi next to you, paralysed in fear.

>Dodge left (DC 50)

>Dodge right (DC 50)

>Drag Igarashi in-front of you to take the shot with his body. (DC 40)

>Try what you did last time. Visualise where you believe the ball will be heading and trap it, tip it over and fire it off against Kyosuke, back to the “Jewel” it is. (DC 90)

>Write in.

>>5478237
>Dodge right (DC 50)
Keep it simple.

>>5478271
roll those three rolls thank you very much

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>5478237

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>5478237

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>5478237
Captchas can eat a fat one.

>>5478279
My rolls are so bad...

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>>5478277
>>5478278
>>5478279
succeeded!! will write it up naow
>>5478280
haha dont worry about it, at least you got over the DC requirement.

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As soon as Kyosuke fires off his infamous curling strike against you, your instincts dodge outwards to the right in a mere flash to move out of his trajectory and you inadvertently leave Igarashi alone, standing there, shaking and paralysed to the spot. Unable to move nor switch on his brain.

Until you shout out to him:

“IGARASHI! IT’S COMING STRAIGHT FOR YOU! GET OUTTA THE WAY!”

In a split moment, the fog around Igarashi’s mind is clear and he realised just what is coming his way. He his eyes are comically wide as he spots the strike moving towards him from his left and he does the only thing a monk can do in such a precarious situation.

He ducks.

The ball that would have landed almost perfectly onto Igarashi’s face instead flies over by an inch just above his head. The sound it makes is near horrifying as the speed at which the shot turns into the wall on the other side is enough to split whatever stray hairs are left on Igarashi’s head.

The ball slams unceremoniously into the wall, a faint crack protruding itself into the facility as the timer finally reaches its end, and you can breathe a sigh of relief as you look towards the imminent countdown that you made it past the first trial.

“3”

“2”

“1”

“RYOSUKE KIRA IS ELIMINATED FROM BLUE LOCK.” The speaker announces as Ego Jinpachi makes his way onscreen for the final moments.

“Huh..?” Ryosuke looks around, sweat dripping down his face as he stares at the ball he punted at the wall in front of him. “What’s… what’s happening? WHAT’S GOING ON?!”

“Pipe down you unrefined lumps of talent. Results are everything here…” Ego begins to explain.

“...And with that, RYOSUKE KIRA. YOU ARE OUT. NOW GET OUT, LOSER. WE DON’T NEED YOU HERE IN MY FACILITY.” Ego yells out to you all, and you watch as Ryosuke is about to blow.

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>>5478319
“What… What does this have to do with anything about winning the World Cup?”

You watch as he takes an unsteady breath in, “Don’t mess with me… WHY DOES SOMEONE AS TALENTED AS ME NEED TO HAVE HIS FUTURE DESTROYED?! ARE YOU SAYING KONDO-KUN OR IGA-GURI HAVE MORE TALENT THAN ME?! HUH?!”

You stand in silence as Ego leans into the camera, “That’s exactly what I’m saying, you piece of shit striker. Look around you Ryosuke! This exact room is the same size of the penalty area! It’s a strikers home and workplace to be here and score goals. If you can’t position yourself HERE to score goals for your team, then you’re useless and you have no talent as a striker.”

“SO WHAT?!” Ryosuke continues to explode, “I GET THE SIZE OF THE ROOM. BUT PLAYING TAG ISN’T SOCCER!”

“Of course it is. The ones running away from the one who is ‘IT’ are required to have a lot of tactical positioning and relational awareness of their own field. The one who is ‘IT’ needs precise dribbling and the ability to aim and shoot whilst moving. This is wonderful soccer training, you idiot.”

You tune out of the ongoing argument as you feel a tapping on your shoulder from the right of you. It’s the tall, imposing figure of Kunigami, standing there with his arm’s folded, eyes situated on you.

“It was an honourable thing you did back there with Igarashi, you could have left him to rot with that strike that Ryosuke had made, but you didn’t. For that, I must thank you,” he speaks with a rough, coarse tone of voice. Though you can tell he isn’t anything short of friendly at the moment, it’s just the way it is.

You don’t say anything back. Tuning back into the ongoing argument, you spot that Ego seems to have finished with whatever he wanted to say to Ryosuke and you watch as he leaves, grunting all the way as he grips his head in his hand.

He looks back to you, a face full of anger and betrayal. Lip quivering as he sizes you up once more before he’s out the door.

>Smile and wave.

>Yell out a: “Goodbye!” And wave to him.

>Show him a thumbs down.

>Don’t say a word, stare him down.

>Write in.

>>5478321
>Write in.
Ignore him, go do a quick review with Igarashi instead, that'll really do his head in and Igarashi needs to pay more attention.

>>5478324
That comes off as more vindictive than I wanted it to, but man that heel turn was vicious. Never read Blue Lock before so not sure who these characters are.

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>>5478329
>>5478324
You don’t bother with anything regarding Ryosuke. He had his moment, but he couldn’t cut it like you and Bachira could. He can yell all he wanted about how much talent he has and how he’s the crowning jewel of Japanese soccer.

But this is BLUE LOCK. All that talk doesn’t mean anything if you can’t perform on the field.

And so, you make your way to Igarashi, you make a quick glance back at Ryosuke, watching him seethe and grind his teeth together before he finally gets out of the room. Large stomps accompanying him all the way outside of the room and down the halls of the facility you were all in. No-one made a move. No-one made a noise.

But that’s where you came in!

You smacked Igarashi over the head, he yelped and looked at you with confusion before you started talking, “Now what exactly would have happened if I had not decided to call your name out on that last strike? Hm?” You say to him and as he looks down to the ground, a mix of shame and tiredness emanating from his eyes.

“I know, I know… I nearly got my ass handed to me back there. So…,” he says before looking back to you. “Thanks for snapping me out of it. I don’t know what I would’ve told my dad if I had actually gotten eliminated off the bat. I think the temple would have been the worst of my fears…”

You were about to talk back before Bachira came up with two outward hands and grabbed you two, smushing you three together into one big giant hugbox.

“Awww~. We’re having so much fun already! I knew coming to Blue Lock was the correct decision after all!” Bachira states with a never-ending grin.

“And you!~” Bachira looks towards you with a sense of wonder and accomplishment. You don’t know where it comes from.

“I never would have expected for you to actually aim the ball to me! I thought you would’ve gunned straight for Igarashi over here! Meddling fuck he is.” he exclaims as he starts laughing to himself.

“Oh… But you’re already looking like a hell of a lot of fun to me Kondo-kun~. I trusted that you’d do what your heart told you to do, and look where you are now! Making it past the first step.”

His words bring an involuntary smile to your face. Have you ever had this much praise in all of your soccer career? You doubt it. But you also doubt this kid’s sanity is 100% intact with the shit he pulled. He is going to be a menace to any team on the field, no doubt about it.

And those dribbling skills too… You needed to get better. It was clear as day to you and this push forward has only embellished the flame inside you. Your heart feels heavy as the heartbeat you've been ignoring until now is loud and clear. Your veins alight with desire.

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>>5478354
Ego returns to the screen, “Alright, alright. How about it, you piece of shit strikers?”

“Are you spooked? Are you shocked? This is just the beginning of your life in Blue Lock. It’s clear now though, right? Just how horribly mundane your soccer life was before this? And you trembled didn’t you? Thinking to yourself: ‘Yes! I survived!’ with your heart beating out of your chest.”

Ego spreads his arms out wide before he yells into the microphone, “THAT IS VICTORY. CARVE IT INTO YOUR BRAINS FOR THE REST OF YOUR MISERABLE LITTLE LIVES!”

“Every time you feel that feeling inside of you, your ego will grow according to it and you will start the process of becoming the striker you’ve always dreamed of.”

“You’ve passed the Blue Lock entrance test. The eleven of you currently in this room will be living togethre from this point forward and sharing a common destiny…”

Ego breathes in one last breath, “...As Blue Lock’s team ‘Z’.” Then he promptly disappears.

>End for now.

Entrance exam finished. Thanks to all those that voted in this little arc! You are all very kind.

I hope the interactions and the rolls were somewhat fun and if not, I wouldn't mind any tips or pointers for the future. If you have any criticism, please lay them on me.

For now, I'm undecided whether ill continue tomorrow as I have university. But I'll see how I feel as I get home in the evening. Thanks for playing!

>>5478359
Thanks for running, so far it's really quite good. Writings on point with the shonen / sports anime feel without being cringey.

Just about our player-profile, we're looking more like a complete striker / forward?

>>5478366
Thanks for your kind words!

In response to your other point, our character isn't exactly a "Complete Striker", not yet at least. He doesn't have the max strength and powershots of Kunigami and he doesn't have the insane dribbling prowess of Bachira.

What he does have already is the ability to adapt.

I said a while ago that we were an agility focused character with an emphasis on dribbling and a lesser emphasis on shot power. That is still true, but it's a little hard to showcase our own dribbling ability in a game of tag other than just moving forward with the ball to the other. Our shooting power showcased with the scene with Bachira.

The next round will be an 11v11 match between our team and another. I'll try to showcase and allow more of our characters inner talent on an actual pitch and for the voters to decide on how our MC should train between these games since it'll affect his development as a striker.

Everyone here is a striker though, so don't think we're gonna get a forward role immediately. That's just how blue lock is.

>>5478375
>A team of only strikers
Truly a FIFA custom team.

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I don't think i'll be running today, busy with some stuff unfortunately

I'll most likely try to run it tomorrow if folks are gonna be around, though I may go ahead anyway if I'm feeling like it.

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Starting up soon! hope to see you there

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...It’s been nearly three days since you came to Blue Lock.

Ego has you currently running through some endurance tests at the moment with a few other members of Team Z. Although, it feels oddly redundant as you’re barely hanging on by a thread after a few minutes of this crap, sweat trailing down your entire body as you tirelessly work to take in whatever molecules of air you can manage.

“Haah...haah…haah.” you hear yourself panting. God, were you ever ran around like this in your entire life? You don’t think so, you can barely remember anything at the moment. Mind adrift as you see yourself in the reflection of the specialised treadmill, barely hanging on with your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

A reminder on the electronic board of the treadmill reads: KONDO TATSUYA, 12.5MPH, ENDURANCE TIME: 0:52:13.

You wipe the sweat off your face as you’re promptly yelled at by the person running to the right of you. You nearly freeze up as a result.

“HAHA! YOU TWO ARE TOO WEAK! YOU THINK YOU CAN BECOME THE WORLD’S BEST STRIKER WITHOUT ANY STAMINA?! FORGET ABOUT IT!” A loud, overambitious and relatively in-shape blonde kid yells to the side of you.

Wearing the number: “294” with pride in his chest, you remember his name, loud and proud as JINGO RAICHI. A true menace of your team. Mostly with his screeching and his superiority complex, though no-one’s had the guts to yell at him back yet.

“JUST GO HOME BEFORE YOU CRY AFTER LOSING TO ME, YOU WEAKLINGS!” He screeches again, with a sharp toothed smile adorned on his face.

“Guh...Haah…” Is all you can muster up to retort at this point in time. Too focused on the numbing your legs are going through at present.

You catch a glimpse of Igaguri to your right, watching as he tries to formulate some sort of response, only to see him nearly slip up on the treadmill and spit out a glob of spit from his mouth.

Kind of gross Igaguri.

But this is how it’s been for nearly three days since the Blue Lock entrance exam.

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>>5480218
On the other hand, you’ve gained valuable information about your teammates and you, yourself as a whole as you’ve been here for longer.

The long and short of it is: you suck at the moment. It was kind of expected since you only just got here from a crushing defeat a couple days before, but it isn’t just that.

Everyone around here seems to be specialised in their own talents of sorts. Whilst you’re a jack of all trades, master of none yet.

Jumping power, reflexes, firing power, awareness on the field, dribbling and speed. You’re not terrible by any means in a lot of these categories, you’re actually quite good as a matter of fact.

But that’s only comparing it to people you knew outside of Blue Lock. In here? Everyone seems to be better at something you try to do.

Raichi and Kunigami have their upper body strength to push and force others away.

Bachira has his dribbling and his instinctive ability to visualise where it’s going to go.

Igaguri has… the desire to keep on going? Honestly, it’s hard to imagine his strength.

But you’ve only interacted with less than half of the roster. Who knows what other weapons they could have under their belts once they got on the pitch? And as you lay in your teams room, trying your best to doze off underneath all the shuffling of people moving around and Raichi’s constant, unending snoring. You realise something.

You’re just too damn anxious to doze off. You can’t sleep knowing that you could be eliminated at any time during the next few matches. There are many training facilities in this building and a ton that you have use for, you’ll just need to decide soon.

Understandably, you get up from your futon and leave the room, tussling and wrestling with whatever stray hairs that are out of place. Up until a ball hits you in the back of the head.

“Oof!!” You utter as you lose your balance, bringing a hand up to the back of your head, you turn around to see who it is.

It’s Bachira!

“Kondo! Solo training I see?” Bachira utters with a smile on his face as he quickly gathers up the ball.

“Uh…”

Before you get to even say anything, Bachira quickly comes onto you again.

“Wanna train with me? One-on-one?” He questions.

>Agree to go with him.
>Disagree, tell him you have other places you'd like to be (This can include any area within the gym, a dribbling zone and a shooting zone, for now.)
>Write in.

>>5480222
>Agree to go with him.
Solo train when we know what we want to train.

>>5480222
>Agree to go with him.
We will probably know more about what to focus training on after this

>>5480222
>Agree to go with him.

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>>5480223
>>5480237
>>5480245
You nod towards Bachira and follow him into the Team Z “Training Area.” For now, it’s just an empty pitch with cones stacked up in the centre to make themselves into a square shape. Seems like Bachira had already made his decision before he found you.

“The rules of this are gonna be simple, that alright with you Kondo?” Bachira asks as he begins stretching his legs, you accompany and copy him as you listen to him.

“Sure thing.” You reply back.

“Good. We’ll move towards the middle and I’ll explain what we’re about to do.” He states as he finished his stretching and begins skipping to the centre of the field.

Following along, you watch as Bachira drops the ball and keeps it under control with his right foot, waiting for you to follow.

“Stand on the edge of the line of cones, stay in the box at all times.”

You follow and you stand at the back edge of the square of cones you are inside of, letting him explain further.

“The rules of this are gonna be simple. All you have to do is to get past the other’s side of cones before the other does. The one who breaks past the line with the ball wins. Simple! It’s a measure of independence, more or less.” He explains.
“A striker that can’t or finds it hard to win in a one versus one situation is going to have a very tough time against any competent defence, never mind a keeper.”

“So…” You listen as he drawls out the word.

“Let’s begin!” Bachira suddenly yells out as he kicks the ball out towards you before you even know it, the ball is between your feet and Bachira is rushing all his might towards you with a haze in his eyes.

That is fucking terrifying. But it’s no time to get scared, you need to do something, and fast!

>Brace yourself and watch where he goes, keep the ball constantly moving and watch for his legs. (DC 30)

>Kick the ball in-front of you and bait him in before turning into a roulette. However, it could be risky. (DC 50)

>Scissor faints. Keep your feet moving and look for an opening in his defence. (DC 60)

>Try to nutmeg him as he’s turning into you. (DC 75)

>Dash away to the other side and try to use your pace to keep him off of you. (DC 80).

>Follow his eyesight and bait him in before pulling off an Elastico Dribble. (DC 90)

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>>5480261
for reference, here's the space we're working with

>>5480261
>Scissor faints. Keep your feet moving and look for an opening in his defence. (DC 60)

>>5480261
>Follow his eyesight and bait him in before pulling off an Elastico Dribble. (DC 90)

>>5480261
>Scissor faints. Keep your feet moving and look for an opening in his defence. (DC 60)

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>>5480269
>>5480301
ROLLS ROLLS ROLLS
i will take the highest of three

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>5480325

>>5480334
succeeded on the first roll as well

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>>5480347
You move the ball forward between your feet in such a way that when Bachira manages to get to you, he stops himself and leans inwards to himself with his arms stretched out in order to catch onto your rhythm. You focus entirely and solely on the ball between your legs, only glancing up occasionally in what seems like milliseconds to catch onto whatever Bachira is trying to accomplish.

You watch as his legs open up, finally, a chip in the armour. Though as you look up and you see the haze in his eyes beginning to darken even further, twitching to the left with a large smile gleaming off his face, you have to wonder whether he’s trying to bait you into the hole he’s opened up, or if he’s just appreciating the extent of your skills.

You held him off for now, but you can’t stay here at the back forever, you’ve barely forward at all but you’ve managed to keep the ball onto yourself and stopping the bullet that was Bachira, in his tracks.

"...Come on... Come on...!" You can hear him mutter continuously.

>(DRB++ & SPD+) You don’t care if it’s a trap or not. Go on the offensive, nutmeg him through his legs and dash forward with the ball as quick as you can. (DC 70)

>(DRB++) Speed up your Scissor Faints and keep him guessing further before making a move to the left or right (Pick which way.) (DC 75)

>(SPD+) Using the momentum the ball has picked up, chip it over Bachira and make a mad dash to it before he can reach it. (DC 80)

>(STR) Use what muscle you have to keep him off of you as you make a dash to either side of him, making sure he cannot come near. (Pick which way.) (DC 85)

>Write in. (I don't mind!)

I will be using acronyms to denote what you are good and what you are not good at presently.

>>5480361
>(DRB++ & SPD+) You don’t care if it’s a trap or not. Go on the offensive, nutmeg him through his legs and dash forward with the ball as quick as you can. (DC 70)

>>5480372
+1
Improving our strengths first is a good way to go.

>>5480372
>>5480388
gimme rolls babey

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>5480410

I can do the other rolls if someone doesn't pop up in the next minute or so.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>5480423

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>>5480416
>>5480423
>>5480426
NO SUCCESS!
what a shame

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You don’t care if it’s a trap or not at this point, you need to get around him and you have a prime position to do so. You turn yourself forward and look at the open spot between his legs and as you begin to very carefully slow down the pace at which your scissor kicks are coming along, Bachira makes his move.

You panic and you quickly try to shoot it between his legs as he guns for your position, his hand on your shoulder, pushing against you as he tries to relieve you of the ball. The ball travels along swiftly and as it positions itself against the hole he’s made…

It flies. It doesn’t go past him but he doesn’t have the control to keep the ball either, as you kicked the ball against him, Bachira laid his leg out in order to get control of it. It did neither in the end. Flying away into the distance and landing softly against the fake grass of the pitch with a faint, muffled sound echoing across the room.

Fuck. You nearly had it. So damn close to making it happen.

“Hehehe…” you hear Bachira utter as he skips along to the ball, bringing it back swiftly with his hands.

“That was good!” Bachira states as a matter of fact.

“Those Scissor Faints of yours continuously had me guessing and going between which way you were going to head first! Unfortunately, you didn’t stick the landing in the end, but neither did I catch the ball from you either so…” he drawls off as he thinks for a minute.

“...we’ll call that round a draw. Alright?” Bachira asks, looking at you with puppy eyes which you had no idea he could do.

“...Alright.” You reply back quietly. You note the beginnings of sweat starting to drip down your face. Stamina was becoming a key issue apparently.

“I’m an instinctive dribbler, Kondo.” He states as he drops the ball. “The fact that you managed to make me pause for a few seconds with your skills and that I couldn’t even take the thing off of you shouldn’t deter you from trying again.” Bachira says as he starts quietly laughing to himself.

“Think Kunigami or Igaguri would’ve stopped that?” He scoffs. “I wouldn’t think so.”

It isn't much help, not much compassion. But you take it on the chin, a faint smile blooming on your face.

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>>5480466
“It’s just that…” he drawls as you kick the ball to him, restarting the one-on-one.

He begins dribbling the ball towards you as you make a rush at him, eyes locked onto you once more, he utters: “...I’m a little better at this then THEY are. That’s what the ‘monster’ is telling me.”

You barely hear him over the constant, non-stop thinking that’s going on inside your head at the moment. How are you going to beat him? What’s the best option? Force him the edge? A frontal assault? Your eyes are alight and you can feel your heartbeat raising, sweat dripping off your brow as you take in what he’s just said.

A monster? Is that the black flickering you can see behind him? Never-mind that, you’re near him and he’s not stopping his pace and it’s starting to worry you a little. How are you going to deal with this?

>(STR) Try and barge into him, break his pace and force him to deal with you first, head-on! (DC 60)

>(STR) Don’t fear a foul any-more, step over him and around him and make him panic as best you can. (DC 75)

>(DRB++ & STR) Follow the way his chest is angling. Force him onto the side of the cones before he can make a break for it. (DC 80)

>(EGO(?)) You’ve noticed it. The black spectre that seems to be following Bachira around like a puppet on a string. If you can keep up with his ‘Monster’, you’ll be able to stop him entirely. But… are you good enough to keep up with it? (DC 95)

>Write in.

>>5480468
>(EGO(?)) You’ve noticed it. The black spectre that seems to be following Bachira around like a puppet on a string. If you can keep up with his ‘Monster’, you’ll be able to stop him entirely. But… are you good enough to keep up with it? (DC 95)
Yeah I gotta push the red button

>>5480468
>(EGO(?)) You’ve noticed it. The black spectre that seems to be following Bachira around like a puppet on a string. If you can keep up with his ‘Monster’, you’ll be able to stop him entirely. But… are you good enough to keep up with it? (DC 95)

>>5480485
>>5480514
r-r-r-r-r-r-r-roll please

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>5480524

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>5480524

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>5480468

I gotta ask since I just joined, but why did you guys pick an option with a DC of 95?

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>>5480526
>>5480527
>>5480529
SORRY EGOISTS, BUT NO CIGAR THIS TIME.
YOU WILL HAVE MORE OPPORTUNITIES FOR (EGO) DICE ROLLS IN THE FUTURE.
GOOD LUCK.

>>5480485
>>5480532
Also this is more of a spar*

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You can perfectly picture the spectre following Bachira around, erratic, wild and with a gleaming smile full of shark-like teeth. It’s haunting. It makes your blood boil inside of you as you finally come face to face with Bachira, he’s not even looking at you any more. A puppet of something much more wicked and you watch, as with a sudden twist of the Monster’s hands, Bachira begins to move yet again.

Scissor Feints are made at such a high level, you’re not even sure where to start when he begins kicking it into overdrive. The ball rapidly becoming a blur of white and black as you notice the haze around Bachira building up yet again.

In desperation, you try to step over him as you try to grasp his shoulder to keep him in place. And as you lunge over with all you’ve got, your leg quickly becoming an impeding force to Bachira, you watch as his pupils suddenly focus on you.

“I’m glad that I could meet you, here in Blue Lock. Kondo.” Bachira states and you feel like a bucket of ice just got dropped on your head as your blood runs cold from his words of finality.

He brings the ball back suddenly, too quick for you to react to and you can only watch as his shoulder ducks out of the way of your reach. Trapping the ball once more, he crosses his leg as the tip of his foot hits the bottom of the ball and it chips directly over your head. It’s so fast and so chaotic that when you twisted your head and finally realised where the ball is ending up at, Bachira has already ran around and escaped to your side of the cones and so, you take a final deep breath from this round of duelling. Hand at your side as you wipe the sweat off your face with the other.

It’s your loss. For now.

...You wonder if you could go again?

>End for now.

Thanks for voting everyone and for the new anons just arriving! I hope you've liked what you've seen so far.

Slightly shorter session but that's kinda just me letting the votes go on for a bit longer than usual so we can see more people get involved. I'll try to keep it longer next time.

Be on tomorrow? I'll see if I can make it.

>>5480549
Tnxs for running

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Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be able to run till Friday since I'm going to be very busy till then.

I'll try to use the time in-between to prep more for a longer session of sorts.

Anyways, see you egoists on friday!

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starting soon

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>>5483176

You lean forwards, hands on your knees as you take in deep gulps of air. Sweet, delicious, life-giving air. A hand taps on you on your shoulder and so, you look up into the eyes of Bachira, less than a millimetre from your face with a warm smile on his own.

In a fit of instinct you scramble backwards in a wild panic, only to be saved by your most recent nemesis as he catches your hands and brings you back up onto your feet as if nothing ever happened.

Before you can even get a word off, never-mind ask for a rematch, he’s already dusting you off and patting you down for which you can only further assume he is still totally and utterly insane.

“Bachira...what are you even doing?” You ask with incredulity in your voice.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m cleaning you off! Can’t go into whatever Blue Lock has for us next with you having all these muddy spots on you!” He explains like you just asked what colour the sky was.

You can’t even muster a response back, too exhausted from the spar you two just had to argue even the slightest against him. A long sigh releases itself from you.

“...Do you know the reason why I asked you to spar with me?” Bachira asks, his dark eyes looking back up to you with a tired smile on his face.

’Wasn’t it just out of plain convenience?’ You think to yourself as you raise an eyebrow down at him.

“Was there an especially… specific reason why I was chosen or something?” You explain.

He hums to himself slightly, singing himself a small tune within the confines of his own head before he finally gives you a response to your question and a half:

“Call it intuition or something, Kondo, but I’m pretty sure you’re like me in many regards! I mean…” He drawls off as if looking for something else entirely before focusing back on you. “You can also SEE the monster, right? I can tell you know it’s there, following just behind. Out of sight usually.”

He continues on: “It’s only people like US that have a monster that we can follow. It isn’t so easy for the rest...”

Hold the phone. He thinks that YOU have a monster? You’d laugh if you weren’t so tired. If you could bring out whatever THAT was against your opponents on the regular, you wouldn’t have to be worried about your skills or your physique ever again. And as you’re thinking this, Bachira watches like a hawk, with a piercing stare directed at your head like he’s trying to figure out what you’re thinking. Seems that he’s come to a conclusion at last.

He shakes his head at your indecision, “The monster isn’t something that can just...appear. It can only happen when you’re in a trance. A flow. When your hearts alight and your envisioning that final play that can win you the match. A golden path to victory. It’s…” Bachira looks away for a moment as he finally stands back up.

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>>5483220
“...It’s complicated to explain. And who knows if it’ll beat the best in the world.” He states before switching back to you, a fierce glare accompanying his features.

“But I won’t stop here in Blue Lock. If I have to throw away all I know about football to win, then I’ll do it.” He says with clear conviction in his voice. “I don’t care about ANY of that, just so long as I can keep winning…”

Gods, he’s already amazing at soccer, you can see that plainly, anyone could and yet, he’s willing to throw all he knows in the trash just to reach the top of this facility. To get to that final spot in the World Cup. But as you watch him stare with nothing short of the upmost conviction in his eyes, that black, dull haze seeping out from behind him as the pressure emanating from him increases exponentially. You can only imagine the emotions running through him. Is that the confidence he has? The ego he holds inside of him?

What is it about him that makes him so terrifying to face against?

>It’s his unbreakable mentality. The ability to smile on the field as he’s blinding past his opponents and as he’s on the second footing makes him unable to seriously waver in his beliefs as a striker. Confidence.

>It’s his skills. A wild repertoire of decisions that he can make at the ready in any 1v1 situation makes him a near impossible opponent to beat without support. And he KNOWS it.

>It’s his ego. To visualise yourself as the protagonist on the field at any point is key to making yourself a true striker in the world. You are the lead actor, everyone else is just there for support.

>Write in.

>>5483222
>It’s his unbreakable mentality. The ability to smile on the field as he’s blinding past his opponents and as he’s on the second footing makes him unable to seriously waver in his beliefs as a striker. Confidence.

>>5483222
>It’s his unbreakable mentality. The ability to smile on the field as he’s blinding past his opponents and as he’s on the second footing makes him unable to seriously waver in his beliefs as a striker. Confidence.
Its like watching an apex predator in their prime territory

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>>5483227
>>5483228
You realise that its because of his unbreakable mentality that he’s able to instil such fear in you as you face him on the field. That almost ethereal ability to smile during all and every minute on the pitch whether he’s losing or nearing the goalkeeper with the ball between his feet means that he will never compromise on his unwavering beliefs as a striker. It’s more than just that though…

It’s confidence. Confidence that even when the going gets tough and that he might have to just throw away all his skills and all he’s learned up to this point, that he WILL follow through on it. It sends chills down your spine as you watch that haze of his temper down and you realise something, something that you should’ve known from the beginning.

You would have to learn and unravel his mentality onto your own in order to get better than him. To make it your own and to not compromise from it, no matter the costs ahead. Perhaps it would have even lead to more understanding of Ego? You don’t know as of this moment, but it seems like the right track to follow.

But Gods, it makes you light-headed to think about doing that whilst keeping up with the roadwork you. Training drills, constant running, sleeping, shooting practise. At what point are you going to be able to develop your own THINKING? On the field? But that’s still too little time… Ninety minutes isn’t enough to develop what Bachira has clearly spent years thinking on.

In the end. It’s neither Bachira nor yourself that breaks you out of your own head. It’s a loudspeaker from above the training area.

”DING DONG DING DONG. Err… We’ve finished compiling the data from the past three days worth of stamina tests that you’ve been running. Please return to your rooms. We will present the new rankings.”

Bachira and yourself jump out of any mental infatuation and race back to the room holding the other members of Team Z. As soon as you both enter, the small and smiling form of Igaguri is up and close to Bachira, pointing at the number on his shoulder.

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>>5483246

“Look! Look, Bachira! Check it out! I’ve gone up a lot from being all the way down at three-hundred! I’m at two-seventy-five!” Igaguri nearly yells out with a bright smile on his face, gleaming with happiness and pride.

Bachira basically runs up to him and grabs him on his shoulder, inspecting his new badge of honour.

“Not again!” You hear Igaguri screech out.

“What the hell…” Bachira says before looking into the eyes of Igaguri. “That’s awesome! I can’t wait for what my rank is gonna be!” He yells out before looking back at you.

“Ah! You too! Look, Kondo! Your ranks already changed!” Bachira says as he points to your right shoulder holding the changed number.

You look onto your right shoulder as you finally notice the change in rank you’ve achieved. A 274. A pretty major increase from the last three days you’ve spent here in appears! You can’t help but smile a little as Bachira begins elbowing you in the stomach.

“Already climbing up I see, Kondo! I’ll have to work a LOT harder in order for you to keep on lagging behind!” Bachira says as he inspects the number on your shoulder, not a hint of malice in his voice either. How are you meant to come back from that?

Suddenly, a screen pops to life and the larger than life figure of EGO JINPACHI is placed front and centre on the screen.

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>>5483254
”Nice work everyone. You malignant lumps of talent. Are you enjoying life in BLUE LOCK?”

Honestly, if you had any complaints about this place, it would be the food. Nutrition in Blue Lock is a luxury it appears, not the norm. It’s something that all of Team Z can attest to, you imagine.

“Are you kidding me! How could we enjoy this?! Argh!!” Raichi bellows out to the silent form of Ego Jinpachi. “Can we really get good at soccer in this shitty place?”

“He’s right!” A kid with fluffy, blonde hair you know as Asahi Naruhaya yells aloud as well: “I wanna eat some real food soon! I’m tired of stealing off of everyone else’s plates!”

“...You were the one who ate my Gyoza. Didn’t you?” An extremely tall, ponytail wearing striker says to the other. One you knew as a Gin Gagamaru. He stood out as the only one here to dye the ends of their hair a silver colour, even as they tied it back from the front of their head.

“Urk!!” Asahi squeaks out as he slowly backs away from Gagamaru. “Hehehe… we can just forget about what I said, right? Right? It was just one piece of food after all!” He says with a hopeful, yet panicked tone in his voice.

You watch as Gagamaru doesn’t say anything in response. Eyes returning back to the screen ahead as he shakes his head in disappointment at his once chosen brother.

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>>5483271
Ego sits himself forward as he leans down towards the camera: ”The reason why it’s so shitty here compared to everywhere else in this facility is because you’re all so shitty at soccer, idiot.”

“HUH?!” Raichi yells out to the screen.

You watch as Ego rolls his eyes at the protest from Raichi before putting one, singular finger in the air. Five hexagons appearing shortly after.

”Allow me to say a little about Blue Lock. This facility that you’re all in is composed of five wings. Teams B through Z, twenty-five in all are split into groups of five and are living together in each wing.”

”By the way…One person has been eliminated from each room during the game of tag that I subjected everyone to. That means that there are currently two-hundred and seventy-five of you still remaining in the Blue Lock program.”

Your eyes widen as you look towards your own number with a sense of shame and embarrassment. Of course. Why would you have ever thought that in the span of three whole days, that you could have raised yourself up by more than twenty whole ranks without other factors at play. You were a fool to believe otherwise.

Igaguri seem to have the same realisation: “Huh…? So even though I went from three-hundred to two-seventy-five… I’m still at the bottom? That was some short lived joy…”

”You’re split into teams in order of RANK. Ranks one through 11 are Team A, 12 through 22 are Team C. You understand, right?”

”Your Team Z is the lowest ranked of the five wings, and also within WING FIVE itself. Additionally, your team is made up of the bottom tier of this wing, 265 to 275.” Ego states as a matter of finality.

’Even Bachira, who’s miles ahead of the current me… Even HE is in the bottom tier?!’ You think to yourself as you look at the others with incredulity.

“Seriously?!” Raichi says. “Don’t lump me in with this trash…”

“Look who’s talking, trash.” Kunigami retorts.

Another person yells out to the side, unable to be heard: “Don’t fight… please.”

Ego comes back to the fray, seemingly, with even more to say: “Those in the upper ranks are enjoying good food and are training with the latest and best equipment that money can buy. They are leading a lifestyle of a top striker.”

He taps his glasses thoughtfully, “Whoever is best at soccer here will be treated like royalty. If you want a nice life for yourselves, then boost yourself accordingly.”

“Now then…” Ego drawls out, “Let’s begin Blue Lock’s first selection exam!”

And with those final words of his, silencing the rest of the room in his wake, you can only imagine what kind of death-game he wants you all to play next…
(continued)

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>>5483289
“Okay… Just like we discussed. Starting with Kondo and going in order, we’ll choose the positions we play based on the stick we pull out.” A fairly tall man states with brown, parted hair. You know him as WATARU KUON.

“We’ve already established our team composition as a 4-4-2 to Ego.” Wataru states as he showcases a small plastic jug of sorts containing 11 sticks inside. “Whoever grabs a stick that has a CROWN etched into it is allowed the ability to choose their own position, no matter what. The rest will be assigned based on the order of letter that is etched into the stick they pulled out. ‘M’ for midfielders, ‘D’ for defenders and ‘GK’ for the singular goalkeeper. Alright? Alright.”

The ten of you nod at this plan and you come up first to the fray, hand clamping slightly with sweat as you stare down the barrel of unchosen sticks. God willing you’d get what you want.

>Roll three 1d100’s, best of which will be chosen, the chances of getting a particular stick will be down below.

>Grabbing the CROWN. (DC 80 - 100)
>Grabbing the ‘M’. (DC 60 – 79)
>Grabbing the ‘D’. (DC 40 – 59)
>Grabbing the ‘GK’. (DC 1 – 39)

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>5483306

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>5483306

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>>5483310
>>5483308
INSTANT IMPACT
you may choose which position you'd like to go for, as if it wasn't obvious enough.

>>5483315
Midfield
I don't know anything about soccer tho

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>>5483341
midfield it is then! Unexpected!
I'll explain the positions of a 4-4-2 to you anon then, and for anyone else who doesn't understand positions.
A 4-4-2 starts with 4 at the back (defenders), 4 in the middle (midfielders) and 2 at the front (strikers/forwards). Defenders are obvious in what they do, midfielders can be pretty fluid but they usually feed goals to the strikers or build up from a play themselves, strikers do what strikers do best, score goals as best they can. There are many team compositions out there in soccer, but it always goes: defense-midfield-forwards in a composition.

Anyways, attacking midfielder it is. Since we rolled a CROWN option, we'll be positioned on the left, since we're left footed.

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>>5483306
You pray to whatever deity you believe in as you reach into the jug and feel around for the sticks, hoping and praying that you get the CROWN option as your own before anyone else. You shut your eyes, grab a stick, take a deep breath and yank it out with all you have mustered within you.

Waiting a second and a half before opening your eyes, you note the rampant silence that has seemingly plagued your changing room before looking down at the stick you grabbed.

It has a crown on it!

You’re immediately awash with feelings of euphoria. Thank fucking God. You watch as the rest of the team complain and yell over each from the fact you got the crown on the first go of all times before Wataru starts to rein everyone back into complacency.

“Alright, alright. Settle down.” Wataru states, hands out as he tries to settle everyone back down.

He waits a little while before returning back to you, “Now, Kondo. You have an important decision to make here. You can choose any role you wish. What do you want to do?”

You look down once more to the stick in your hand, carved with the signature symbol of a king’s crown. You have the ability to choose anything. What'd make your heart sing…?

“...Left attacking midfielder. I want to have that position first.” You respond faithfully to Wataru before his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

“A-a-attacking midfielder? Are you serious? You do know that you have the CROWN in your hands, right? This better not be a joke, Kondo.” Wataru responds. The rest of the group nod in agreement.

“No, it isn’t a joke. I think the left-sided midfielder role will be well suited to me. I’m still unsure on my use as a striker, even now and I’d like to not risk the teams chances of survival over a bet on my own accord.” You respond with a tired voice.

Suddenly, Raichi enters the fray: “Bah!! You hear this kid?! He gets a golden opportunity at a spot that every single striker in this team has been waiting for and he chucks it away because he’s fucking scared that he’d mess it up!” Raichi complains, eyes hazed over with anger and confusion.

“What is your fucking problem, Kondo? Do you think you’re better than the rest of us?! Ya’ think you’re better than ME?! HUH?!” Raichi yells, face all up in yours as he grasps the front of your shirt with both hands, bringing him even closer.

Kunigami and the rest of the team try to break the two of you up before it goes any further but they can’t seperate you entirely, and Raichi is still looking for a response.

>Don’t give a response. Why should you entertain this guy of all people?

>Say that you are better than a meathead like him, that he wouldn’t get the chance to be a striker anyway from the way he’s acting.

>Roll your eyes and push him off of you. (Don’t give an answer.)

>Roll your eyes and push him off of you. (Give an answer. >(Write in))

>Write in.

>>5483350
Shit - Would have picked one of the CF. A question though, is our team formation a set thing?

>>5483377
I understand anon and it is largely on me for not explaining a little better on this important step.

In regards to your second question, our team formation is not set entirely in stone, I just picked a 4-4-2 for a more balanced option.

If enough anons wish to change the formation of our team, I will allow it since I kinda fucked up this time.

>>5483380
+ if we're going to change formation, I think we'll have to restart our position pick once we finalise our choice since there'll be new positions in the mix.

sorry bout this anons, though if a majority wish to continue down the role of a left-sided midfielder for the first game, we can also continue that.

>>5483362
>Write in.
We're ranked dead last here, the people running Blue Lock dont think we're better than anyone here. What I think doesn't matter if we don't win and what we don't need right now is striker who hesitates, for any reason at all.

Or something along those lines.

>>5483390
>>5483380
It's the first game so until we get a good idea about everyone else I think it's fine.

Was mainly asking for future games, plus I think De Bruyne is the beat player in the world atm, so it's not like I hate the CAM role.

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>>5483400
That's fine anon, understandable reason.
>>5483395
“Raichi!” You yell out as you grab onto his shirt instead, “We’re ranked dead fucking last here. DEAD. LAST. Do you understand that? Ego thinks we’re fucking dirt. Scrach that, we’re less than dirt in his eyes. We might as well be the scum beneath his shoes that he constantly grimaces at every-time he has to glance at it. That’s how low we are.”

You watch as his eyes flare up in anger too in response, “So what?! Who fucking cares if we’re dirt?! This was a golden opportunity for us, for YOU to showcase to the others that you deserve to be here with the rest of us!!” He yells out, spit flying everywhere.

“If you’re letting the striker position go because you think you’re going to hesitate, then you SHOULDN’T BE HERE IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE!. Raichi states with a tone of finality, before dropping your shirt and Kunigami gets between the two of you.

“Relax, the both of you. If Kondo here wants to be in a midfielders position, then who are we to stop him? Let it go, Raichi.” Kunigami says, a weary tone in his voice as he yanks the two of you off each other.

“Let it go?! Get the fuck off of me, Kunigami-kun.” Raichi says as he yanks himself out of Kunigami’s grip, a scowl on his face all the while. “This guy isn’t fit for the striker role, he isn’t fit fit for ANY role in Blue Lock! He deserves to get his lights punched out for doing this shit.” Raichi yells back at Kunigami. “Twenty-five other people left during these three days, how many of them dreamed of getting this kind of luck?! All of them did! Everyone knows that, and yet, this guy is making a mockery of it all.”

You watch as Raichi hacks up some spit on the floor in clear disgust, “It’s fucking disgusting is what it is.” He says, a cold glare the only thing he has left in him.

“One of us was going to get that role anyway, Raichi-kun. Stop being so mad about something out of your control.” Kunigami states as he finally drags Raichi away from you before giving you an odd glance.

Phew. Alright. That could have probably gone a lot better. Now…What did Ego say about this selection exam?

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>>5483466
”For the Blue Lock First Selection Round, the five teams in each wing will have a Round Robin tournament. Ego says as he looks down from his glasses onto the screen in front of you. ”At the end of all ten matches, the top two teams will get to remain here, whilst the other three will be eliminated from Blue Lock entirely and all their members will be forced to leave as well.”

All of you watch as Ego leans back in his chair before explaining further, ”However! Players from the three losing teams will have a chance for a comeback. Once all the matches are done, the player who’s scored the most goals in those three teams, the: ‘Scoring King’, will still move onto the next round.”

”Strikers….” Ego drawls out in his tired, monotone like voice, ”This is a battle to rebuild soccer from zero. The first match is in two hours, Team X versus Team Z.”

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>>5483495
“Alright!” Wataru yells out to the ten of you in the changing rooms. “This will be our formation for today! No-one is going to complain or whine or rant about it anymore! ALRIGHT?!” Wataru screeches.

You hear some murmurs of disagreement but they get quickly shut down with a glare from Wataru and an even harsher one from Kunigami. You have to wonder if he’s feeling like the resident babysitter for this team. You almost feel bad for him, If he didn’t nail you with the ball during the entrance exam you went through just a few days ago. It seemed so long ago now…

Finally. A real soccer match. 11V11. It took a few days, but you got here in the end.

The doors to the match slide open like a vault and suddenly, you and the rest of Team Z are walking down the stone-like path with commitment and determination in abundance from everyone’s eyes. From the strikers to the goalkeeper, everyone seems determined to get through this with as little hassle as possible.

But… it’s a team of eleven strikers. How would this even work? How IS this going to work? You can’t imagine the chaos once the game gets started.

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>>5483508
You step into the lights, following behind Bachira as he jumps up and down, excitement building through him like an electrical current that just cant be contained.

And once again, you’re greeted with the beauty of a football pitch.

The central field of Wing 5. A beautiful sight to see after spending hours in that blank, lifeless changing room.

All of a sudden, a speaker chimes out, ”For the first selection, all foul determinants will be made by VAR.”

You pay no heed, you remember that they used this software in 2018 as well, back in the Russian World Cup. And so, you begin stretching your legs, your arms and getting ready for the match ahead.

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>>5483527
As you are getting personally ready, stretching yourself and paying no heed to the outside world. A finger taps on your right shoulder. You’re about to explode if you see the face of Raichi pop up anywhere near your irises yet again but instead, it’s the face of Kunigami. A sympathetic look on his face as he leans down to you and points to the door.

“Look.” Kunigami says, “Team X are about to come out.” And so you do without looking particularly enamoured with the idea, but you can feel your heart thumping in your chest. Excitement abound already.

And as you keep waiting and waiting and waiting…

Team X finally arrive on the scene. Muscle and Ego abound in their plentiful. You can almost sense just how much they've been preparing for this match.

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>>5483531
Team X arrive without fanfare and without a word which is… Not something you would’ve expected from a team consisting of eleven hot-blooded male strikers. They look almost uniform in the way they move and whisper to one another. Eyeing up our other strikers up front, Bachira and Gagamaru oblivious to their deceit.

Bachira lines up to the centre with the ball between his feet.

The speaker on the edge of the grounds yells a shrill: “KICKOFF!” and all of a sudden, Bachira passes to Gagamaru which he then passes to the person that’s the shortest distance behind him as he spots the duo striker team of Team X ganging up on him and sprinting to him almost immediately. That person behind him though…?

That person is you.

You take in a quick breath as you survey the area, ’There’s no need to be scared.’ You think to yourself. ’I’m ranked 274 out of 275 so I’m already in the bottom tier… All I can do is win and to keep moving forward!’

And so, the first official match of Blue Lock, begins.

>End for now.

Sorry peeps. Match will be played through tomorrow! At the same time most likely. Admittedly short again but I didn't want to leave halfway through a match, I'd prefer if I could do it all in one, so I'm leaving it at this for now.

Also, sorry for all the confusion and the mishaps today, I'll try to make sure it won't happen again as I've realised what I've needed to do instead and how to do it.

Thanks to the anons who voted.

>>5483544
Tfr - Looking forward to bossing the game from midfield.

>>5483544

Still here. Just am not able to tune in as often as possible because I'm gearing up for finals.

Never seen Blue Lock but I love soccer-- you picked a perfect time to run your quest anyhow.

Starting soon.

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>>5484313
The ball is ricocheted at your feet, clambering between itself as you look and watch out for the enemy team.

Almost immediately after you’re passed the ball by Gagamaru, three of the other side’s attackers are charging for your position. Hunger and desperation in their eyes as they look to press and steal the ball off of you.

Just beyond their sight, you nearly miss it as Bachira makes a run to the opposing third of the field, dodging and weaving between bodies as Gagamaru does the same on the left. Their heads, swivelled around and watching you with clear intent of catching the ball, should it come their way.

’Gods, I don’t know if I can make it past three at once...’ You think to yourself as the opposing three get closer and closer. Adrenaline slowly kicking into the forefront of your mind.

It’s time to do something about them.

>(PAS) Pass back to Kunigami who should be directly on your right, it’s the safest option. (DC 80)

>(DRB++ & SPD+) Right as the three of them come as close as they can to the ball, chip it over their heads and try to dash around them before looking to see who’s still in front. (DC 85)

>(PAS) Fire a curved, long pass to Gagamaru who’s currently making his way to the box. He’s the closest forward that you still have visibility on. (DC 90)

>(PAS & STR) Fuck it. Blast a super straight, long-balled pass with your weaker foot somewhere in the opposite field, hopefully, nutmegging one of the three in front of you. Bachira’ll be there. Won’t he? (DC 95)

>(EGO) Wait a minute. Something doesn’t smell right… (DC 100)

>>5484365
woops, also

>Write in.

>>5484365
>(EGO) Wait a minute. Something doesn’t smell right… (DC 100)
DC for the others are pretty high so lets go for broke

>>5484395
you may give me le rolls

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>5484365

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>5484405

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>5484405

>>5484453
LETS GOOOOOOOO
SUIIIIII

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>>5484453
SUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

>>5484453
Yea!

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>>5484365
In the blink of an eye, perhaps less so, you suddenly catch the whiff of danger, of some buried instinct inside of you, screaming out that something just isn’t right. Your head snaps to the right of you, catching the distinct form of Raichi barrelling his way towards you at full speed from behind. A sickening smirk on his face has his left arm, outstretched as can be, reaching for your right shoulder. A traitor already in your midst.

Looking out across the pitch in the span of a millisecond, your view of the pitch has suddenly broadened massively in scale. Before, you could only see those directly in front and behind but now? You take snapshots. Your head, snapping place to place like a camera and you’ve already mentally visualised where everyone is and where everyone SHOULD be heading towards.

You flick an eye to the three others coming your way and you also realise that it isn’t just them rushing for your position, it’s nearly everyone. All wearing that thick, black, tar-like haze around them as they charge like dog’s at each others throats.

In the scramble you’re about to witness, lines open up in clear view where there wasn’t any before. Streaks of black are painted on the field as options open up and your mind is as clear as can be.

It’s a god-damned brawl from the get go. They all want to get the first goal themselves, without thinking of the positions they were told just minutes before and the same for their teammates. Everyone for themselves and ONLY themselves.

They all want to be the star of the show. And in the midst of it, a smile comes across your face, full of joy and delirium

LET US SHOW THEM HOW IT’S DONE.

>>5484512
>(EGO+) Follow one of the black paths that your EGO has painted for you across the field. You don’t know if this is for from your personal ‘Monster’. But you do know that they weren’t here when you were panicking previously and you’ll need your speed, dribbling and your visual skills to accomplish it. (DC 70)
EGO

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>>5484508
(You’ve successfully completed an EGO roll. DC’s from this point forward will be lowered drastically up UNTIL you fail a roll.)

>(STR + DRB++) Throw out your right arm against Raichi and keep him off of you as you charge towards the front three. Strike a Pirouette as you bait the ball forward, trapping it and keeping onto you as you follow through on the left side of the field. (DC 40)

>(STR_ Barge through them all with a shoulder barge with a lower positioning at your core than most. Power through them all before heading to the next obstacle in your current path. (DC 45)

>(DRB++) Throw a Back-Heel kick to trip up Raichi before firing it over the attacker’s heads, passing it to yourself so you can further into the enemies side of the field. (DC 50)

>(STR + DRB++) Stop Raichi in his tracks with your right hand before completing an Elastico, throwing it under the legs of the one who’s most forward and nutmegging him in the process before running through on his left side, barrelling past the others. (DC 55)

>(DRB++ & PAS) Before you couldn’t see Gagamaru, nor Bachira at all. Now, it’s crystal clear where they are in the field, as if the ground itself has darkened whilst the two forwards have lightened up with a glow at their feet. Using your dominant foot, trap the ball and fire it into an ultra straight line towards one of them at the highest speeds you can manage. (Choose one.) (DC 65)

>(EGO+) Follow one of the black paths that your EGO has painted for you across the field. You don’t know if this is for from your personal ‘Monster’. But you do know that they weren’t here when you were panicking previously and you’ll need your speed, dribbling and your visual skills to accomplish it. (DC 70)

>Write in. (DC 75)

>>5484515

>(EGO+) Follow one of the black paths that your EGO has painted for you across the field. You don’t know if this is for from your personal ‘Monster’. But you do know that they weren’t here when you were panicking previously and you’ll need your speed, dribbling and your visual skills to accomplish it. (DC 70)

>>5484515
>(EGO+) Follow one of the black paths that your EGO has painted for you across the field. You don’t know if this is for from your personal ‘Monster’. But you do know that they weren’t here when you were panicking previously and you’ll need your speed, dribbling and your visual skills to accomplish it. (DC 70)

>>5484529
>>5484530
r-r-roll please

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>5484559

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>5484559
FORZAAAAAAA

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>5484559

>>5484564
Yes!

>>5484564
writing!

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>>5484573
Ever since you arrived here in Blue Lock, Ego Jinpachi has drilled into yours and everyone else’s skulls that the only thing you need to become one of the best is the appearance and the driving force that is EGO. Where you're operating at 150% that you usually are.

’This must be what he was talking about...’ You think to yourself as you watch, in slow-motion, the figure of Raichi flying towards you. His hand, his fingers, inches away from his destination. Dead-set in grabbing you and taking the ball for himself.

Yet, it never happens and you watch, with glee as you duck under his reaching palm and you nutmeg the guy running into you on your right as suddenly, you curve around the sides of the oncoming pack in a near flash. The field brightens and all of a sudden, you are past the first wall.

You hear Raichi yell a breathless: “What?!” In the distance behind you as you trap the ball between your feet and near perfectly perform a roulette turn around the last of the three who managed to catch on to what you were doing. Panic clear in his eyes as he goes to slide-tackle you before you can get any closer. A dangerous tackle in any other situation.

But this isn’t just ANY particular situation.

A tip of the ball nullifies his theory dead in the water and you take a heap-load of enjoyment from watching his eyes widen in complete surprise as you jump effortlessly over him and dash along the left side of the field, completely open from the pack circling from behind you with the ball gliding beneath your feet.

You’re on cloud fucking nine, Kondo. How far can we go?

“Kondo!!” Your eyes widen in surprise as you lock eyes with Bachira on the other side of the field, right hand outstretched as he’s pining for a cross-in onto his position, locked into the box with a tall defender right on his heel, trying to grab onto him for all he’s worth. “Bring it to me!!” Bachira yells out before another contestant joins the trail of blood.

Fitted with the number ten, a tall, built-up man with black, spiky hair is currently barrelling for your position. You note his eyes are clearer than those who simply panicked before him as he hunkers down and storms for the ball between your legs.

“Get the fuck out of my way.” He says as he gets closer. “Or I’ll KILL you.”

You take in massive gulps of air and focus, once more on the task ahead of you.

>>5484606
>(PAS) Strike a cross-in towards Bachira with your weaker leg, as long as he gets to the spot. He’ll do miracles with it. (DC 40)

>(DRB++) Scissor kicks. Start revving those back up and hit a Roulette once more as he’s locked in place. (DC 50)

>(DRB++ & PAS) Kick the ball forwards as if you lost control and bait him into your trap. As he’s closing in, trap the ball, lift it and fire a straight-line shot towards Bachira in the hopes he’ll do something with it. (DC 60)

>(EGO++) You don’t NEED anyone's help. Go one-on-one with this new challenger. Strength. Dribbling. Positioning. Awareness. You’ll bet it all to personally break this wall down without any interference from the outside. (DC 70)

>>5484607
*
>Write in. (DC 75)
(i keep forgetting this)

>>5484607
>>(DRB++ & PAS) Kick the ball forwards as if you lost control and bait him into your trap. As he’s closing in, trap the ball, lift it and fire a straight-line shot towards Bachira in the hopes he’ll do something with it. (DC 60)

>>5484607
>(EGO++) You don’t NEED anyone's help. Go one-on-one with this new challenger. Strength. Dribbling. Positioning. Awareness. You’ll bet it all to personally break this wall down without any interference from the outside. (DC 70)

>>5484607
>(DRB++ & PAS) Kick the ball forwards as if you lost control and bait him into your trap. As he’s closing in, trap the ball, lift it and fire a straight-line shot towards Bachira in the hopes he’ll do something with it. (DC 60)

>>5484607
>(DRB++ & PAS) Kick the ball forwards as if you lost control and bait him into your trap. As he’s closing in, trap the ball, lift it and fire a straight-line shot towards Bachira in the hopes he’ll do something with it. (DC 60)

>>5484632
>>5484635
>>5484636
roll awayyyyyyyy

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>5484646

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>5484646

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>5484646

>>5484661
>>5484663
writingnggggggggggg

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You watch the number ten’s eyes closely and you note in but a few short moments, how different he feels compared to the rest of his team. Like he’s the only here with enough spirit, enough pride to lift his head up to the sky and take it for all it’s worth.

His strength and power is clear to see, what wouldn’t be so clear as you were before is the amount of times his eyes are ever so slightly switching back and forth between each foot as you continuously dribble forward with the ball. You realise instinctively, this isn’t the mark, nor the behaviour of a simple meathead who can only think with his muscle and his brawn. No, no no.

This is the mark of someone dangerous. He’ll be a menace to watch out for, no doubt in this match.

You tip the ball forward as if you lost control with the ball in the hopes that your opponent will fall for the bait.

Judging from the widening of his eyes and the almost indistinguishable quiver on the upper right side of his lips, you’d say you have him dead in your sights.

As he reaches for the ball just ahead of him, stretching his right leg to its peak with all the speed in the world as it reaches out, breaming with confidence.

You take it away just as fast it as came off of you. And you watch as his pupils turn to pinpricks inside of his eye-sockets, locked onto yours as he finally realises what kind of trap you set upon him. That previous smirk, dead in the water. Never to return again in this lifetime. A frightening scowl set into his features.

Trapping the ball once more, you lift it ever-so slightly into the air, in the space between you and the number ten, before firing it off with impunity towards the other edge of the field. The ball barely skirts past the uniform of the number ten as it curves off to the right side of the field and as you watch it glide past two, three, four members of Team X. Suddenly…

Bachira is there and time slows down for a moment. Frightening speed all built in his wake as he just barely catches onto the front of the ball, gliding into the other teams box with a teeth-filled grin on his face, you watch as the other defenders try to reach him, to grab onto the ends of his shirt, to do anything in the wake of this onslaught. The goalkeeper comes out of his zone and charges Bachira in the hopes of catching the ball before he could.

But you and him both know, as he makes one last piece of eye-contact with you, eyes bright with glee and excitement, that he would finish the job.

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>>5484696
Suddenly, a blast. From the right side of the goalpost into the top-left corner of the net. A blinder of a shot powers it’s way through the keepers hands and, with unmistakable error, you watch as he let’s the ball through with panic clear in his eyes, before looking backwards and finally, crumbling down unto himself.

A loudspeaker announces in combination with a screen lighting up near the top of the arena.

”GOAL FOR TEAM Z. MEGURU BACHIRA. ONE-NIL.”

And with that, you finally let out a sigh of bliss and tiredness as you put your hands on your legs before looking forwards once more.

Directly into the human rocket known as Meguru Bachira.

He collides into you at such a pace that he knocks the both of you over, with him straggling you from above as he laughs uncontrollably.

“I knew it’d be so much fun to be here with you around, Kondo!” Bachira yells out as the rest of Team Z pile up around you.

“Ahhh~. I wanna play soccer with you forever…” Bachira drawls off as he buries himself into your chest, little gremlin he is. The others crowding around yell their support as they collide into each other too.

>Write in.

>>5484696
>>5484699
Roasted the defender.

>Write in
Celebrate with the team, then focus up for the restart.

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>>5484712
You let out a couple noises of objection before the rest of Team Z belly flop onto you and Bachira both, creating a pile that you’ve probably only seen before when you were a decade younger at this point. But even in the state you’re in, crushed beneath the bodies of your own team, you don’t have it in you to complain or to even get mad about it all. There’s a smile on your face that isn’t going away anytime soon.

Seconds pass and eventually, once all the laughing and cheering wear off, the majority of Team Z get off of you both and head back to their own side of the field with Bachira, grabbing onto both of your hands and lifting you up onto your legs as he stares into your soul.

“That. Was. Amazing! Getting past that three-man group. Noticing Raichi coming up from behind to snatch the ball off of you, curling the ball around that last defender and sending it to me!” Bachira exclaims with unmistakable glee in his step. “I could see it too, you know. That monster of yours, finally releasing itself onto the field. What a feeling! And I know you could feel it too!” Bachira states as he looks up at you.

You rub the back of your head in embarrassment from the treatment you’re getting from him, though it isn’t exactly unwelcome, “...Yeah.” You utter to yourself. “It felt pretty damn good now I’m thinking back on it.”

Bachira looks like he can’t get anymore hyper with the way things are progressing. “You understand now! You get it! Oh~ I’m going to be so proud once you begin using it regularly!” Bachira says before Kunigami buts in on his own accord.

“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute with the wonder-kid, alright Bachira?” Kunigami states as he leads you away from the small menace in your team.

“Alright. I know Bachira has been buttering you up for the last twenty seconds or so but seriously, that pass was a thing of wonder. Did you know you could do that?” Kunigami asks.

You think on it for a second before returning back to Kunigami. “It wasn’t really about if I knew I could do it. More-so that I had to do it, otherwise I’d have to go through another line of defenders. I put my trust in Bachira for that goal, if he hadn’t trapped my own pass with his speed, it would’ve gone nowhere.” You explain.

“Mhmm.” Kunigami hums, little emotion showing on his face. “I understand.”

“Bah!!” Raichi spits as he appears from behind Kunigami. “What kind of striker passes it to another when he’s on the path towards the goal?! You’re not a real striker, Kondo-kun. Not in my eyes.” Raichi states with an imposing glare.

A singular eyebrow shifts up on your face before Kunigami, again, drags him away from you with a choke-hold grasp. He signals you a thumbs up before dragging Raichi back to his position on the field.

You follow along, ready to get this match back on track.

>End for now.

Thanks for voting for this first match! I don't think i'll be continuing this tomorrow but likely on Monday instead.

Any criticisms are fine with me.

>>5484726
Since we are so low in the rankings, won't that mean multiple bad rolls in a row get us kicked out of blue lock?

I feel like we won this session mainly because of good clutch rolls even with the high dc.

Otherwise im enjoying the quest despite having 0 knowledge of both bluelock and soccer

>>5484781
Important to remember this is the first game, we still have yet to really get true training sessions in.

Any info on how stats and improving works would be nice but I'm fine eaiting for a reveal.

>>5484808
I didn't really want to include a stat page at the beginning since I felt like including maths would make things complicated down the line but I'm open to changing this since I can see how trying to write about how we're "improving" just by text alone might be difficult to see or comprehend for many.

If enough anons wish for the change, I'll include a sort of statistical diagram for our character once the first match is finished.

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will have to postpone till Wednesday, some emergencies came up that I have to deal with.

>>5486686
Good luck. The image makes me think of an extraterrestrial.

TOMORROW OR FRIDAY IT WILL BE, UNI IS KEEPING ME IN THE MUD BUT HOPEFULLY IT'LL CLEAR UP BY TOMORROW.

>>5488849
No problem
Caught up with blue lock
Is there anything that happened so far that you didn't expect?

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>>5488953
If you meant so far with the quest, then it'd have to be the choice to be a midfielder for the first game and the surprise (DC 100) pass an anon here accomplished to get in-front of the pack chasing our mc. On the other hand, that check allowed me to showcase the effects of successfully rolling an ego check, so there's always an upside.
With Blue Lock in particular? I'm just waiting for the chapter 200 raws to come out so I can see the conclusion of the match in progress. Hoping to see more fantastic art.

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sorry anons but university will be keeping me down for 2 months or so during this winter season. I tried my best to write up and prepare for those assignments so I could focus on this but I severely underestimated just how much time I'll need to dedicate to those projects and for the exams I'll have in late January.
For now, I guess this quest is pretty much done. I might come back after the new year to restart this quest back from where we started or I might just take up writing something entirely new if I have the inspiration for it.
Anyways, it was a pleasure to write for you peeps. Adios and take care of yourselves.

>>5489903
Ego looks like he eats 3-cheese beef bowls lmao.