Blue Lock: Isagi the egoist

The stadium buzzed with excitement.

🔥 Italy's Ubers vs. Spain's Barcha.

🔥A clash between two footballing philosophies.On one side, Marc Snuffy's tactical machine—a team built on organization, precision, and calculated genius.On the other, Lavinho's playground of free-spirited dribblers, a team with no structure, no discipline, only individualism.At first glance, Barcha's squad looked dangerous.

A team full of flair players, skill merchants, and flashy dribblers.But to Isagi Yoichi?'They were nothing more than children playing pretend.'Lavinho, their "master," hadn't even trained them. Instead, he told them to find their own way to be number one—a philosophy that only benefited those naturally gifted.And the only player who truly thrived in that chaos?

🔮 Bachira Meguru.

He had grown stronger, more creative, and more unpredictable than ever.But still…

'Bachira was never going to amount to anything worth Isagi's time.'

Without structure, without tactics, without a game plan—Barcha was finished before the match even began.

From the first whistle, Ubers took control.

📌 Pass.

📌 Move.

📌 Exploit gaps.

Within seconds, the difference in quality was glaringly obvious.💡 Barcha had no system.💡 No positioning.💡 No coordination.Their "style" was nothing more than individuals trying to shine.And in front of Italy's defensive wall and Isagi's supreme intellect—💀 They had no chance.

Barcha's wingers tried flashy dribbles—❌ Stopped immediately.

Bachira attempted a solo run—❌ Shut down.

They couldn't even get past the halfway line.Isagi smirked, eyes glowing with Metavision.

"This isn't football. This is a circus."

After completely disrupting Barcha's offense, Ubers switched gears.

📌 Attack Mode – Full Power.And leading the charge?

⚽ Sae Itoshi.His god-tier passes cut through Barcha's defense like a blade through butter.

And in an instant—🚀 A perfect cross into the box.

This made Isagi leap for joy (literally)

Isagi leapt higher than anyone, defying gravity.

💥 BOOM! A bullet header straight into the net.1-0 Ubers.

The stadium erupted.

Barcha was falling apart.Their players were frustrated. Their movements sloppy. Their confidence shattered.And then—

📌 Sae struck again.A deadly pass to the left side of the 16-meter box, perfectly weighted.Isagi didn't even hesitate.

⚡ First-touch trivela.His outside-foot shot curved beautifully—🚀 Ripping into the back of the net.2-0 Ubers.

Total destruction.

With nothing left to lose, Lavinho subbed in.His flashy entrance filled the crowd with excitement."Heh, Isagi! Time for a dance lesson!"Lavinho was known as one of the best dribblers in the world—A man who moved like a dancer, unpredictable and fluid.'But there was just one problem.'Isagi wasn't the same player Lavinho had faced before.In mere minutes, Isagi adapted to Lavinho's movements.

Stepovers? 🚫 Read.

Shoulder feints? 🚫 Countered.

Body feints?🚫 Neutralized.

With each failed attempt, Lavinho's expression darkened.And then—

"Looks like I picked up a new skill, Lavinho."

UNPREDICTABILITY. 💀

For years, Isagi's dribbling had been his only 'weakness' (it was amazing, but compared to others, it was sort of lacking).

But by analyzing Lavinho's movements—he had absorbed the very essence of unpredictable dribbling into his own playstyle.Lavinho couldn't touch him.He couldn't even predict Isagi's next move.

The so-called Dancer of Football was getting danced on.

"Game over."

With Lavinho completely neutralized, Isagi decided to end it with style.As soon as Ubers recovered the ball, he sprinted forward—into enemy territory.

From 60 meters out, he signaled for the pass.Sae, knowing exactly what was coming, sent him a perfect ball.

Isagi planted his foot, leaned back…💥

And unleashed a monster shot.The ball soared through the air like a missile—🚀 Top right corner.

💀 The keeper didn't even react.

3-0 Ubers.

Utter humiliation.

As the whistle blew, Isagi turned to Lavinho and offered his hand.

"Better luck next time."

Lavinho took it, grinning despite the loss.

"Tch, you got me. You really are number one."

Isagi then turned to Snuffy, smirking.

"Sorry, Snuffy. Maybe next time, you'll get to play."

Snuffy chuckled.

"Doesn't matter. As long as we win."

After the game, Isagi's bid skyrocketed.💰 450 million yen.(€2.8 million euros.)But instead of feeling proud, Isagi frowned.

"Only €3 million? That's it?"

For someone who had completely dominated every match, the number felt… underwhelming.

"Am I really only worth this much?"

It was a wake-up call.If he wanted to be the world's number one, he needed to be worth way more.There was only one answer.

🔥 Double the training.

🔥 No breaks.

🔥 Push beyond all limits.

"I'm number one. And I'll make the world recognize it."

TO BE CONTINUED…

AN: Inkstone is bugging again, sorry if this feels like a Wall of text, I tried to fix it as good as I can, forgive me. I mean when I wrote this first, it looked like an impenitrable wall, hope I fixed it, till we meet again, Bye-Bye.