Blue Lock: Isagi the egoist

The echoes of his victory over Bastard München still rang in his ears, but Isagi Yoichi felt nothing but frustration.

The score was 3-0. He had dominated. He had crushed Kaiser and outplayed Noa.

Yet—

Noa broke through my defense.

Isagi clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. It didn't matter that he wasn't going all-out. The fact remained:

Noa subverted him.

That bastard… He read me. Anticipated me. Exploited my gaps.

His pride screamed. But beneath it—

A whisper.

"You're not perfect."

Number One, Yet… Incomplete.

Isagi knew he was the best.But he also knew… That wasn't enough.

Number One means nothing if you've hit your peak.

If I can be read… If I can be beaten… Then I'm not the World's Best yet.

Isagi's eyes turned cold.

I need to die and be reborn.

He wouldn't build on his current self. He would shatter it.

Back to Zero.

Isagi broke his body down to the fundamentals:

Running Technique: He adjusted every muscle twitch, shaving milliseconds off his acceleration.

Shooting Form: He dissected his motion—loading his hips, snapping his knee, and releasing with unfiltered power and precision.

Feints and Turns: He trained on pure reaction speed, making his body pivot without thought—instinct over calculation.

No wasted movement. Maximum output with minimum effort.

His new shot had one focus:

Speed. Faster than thought. Faster than sight.

He experimented:

Knuckle Shots with no rotation—Unpredictable.Backspin Ricochets—Shots that dropped abruptly.Trivella Curve Shots—Impossible angles.

Then he synthesized them into one form.

💥 The "Zero Impact"— named like that due to his inspiration while having returned to his Zero-Point. A shot that broke reality. Faster than Kaiser's Impact. Faster than the Keeper's mind.

Noa had outplayed his logic.

So, Isagi went beyond logic—

"Rational Unreason"—a chaotic, unpredictable style rooted in perfect calculation but executed with raw instinct.

I'll become a player you can't predict.

His Metavision wasn't enough. He needed to see more. Be more.

Isagi analyzed every genius he faced:

Kaiser's Field Control—Mastery over zones.

Niko's Peripheral Dominance—Seeing every option.

Sae's Passing Grid—Control of time and space.

Noa's Total Comprehension—The field as a living organism.

He absorbed them. Layered them onto his own Visual Prowess.

💥 Omnivision—The View from The new Throne.

He could see not just the players, but their decisions. Their intentions. Their souls.

Then he layered his deadliest weapon—Predator Eye—over his Omnivision.

Every micro-movement from his opponents—*the flicker of their eyes, the twitch of their toes—*became a scream of their next move.

💥 Meta-Predator Eye: Sight not only of the field… but of inevitability.

When it all clicked—

This… is it.

His body, his mind, his vision—One Engine.

His mind became his tactician.His body became his weapon.His eyes became his truth.

I am no longer playing soccer.

I am soccer.

No weakness. No hesitation. No humanity on the field.

Victory is the only morality. Individualism is absolute.

But—

His adaptability was his weapon. His genius was his flexibility.

So, he embraced the paradox:

Be the perfect individual—and become the perfect team player.

Sell your soul to win.

Use your soul to dominate, become your own Tool for Victory and be the fastest to think.

When he finished—his body drenched in sweat, his legs trembling—

He felt it.

A calm he hadn't known before.

Not the madness of Berserker Flow.

Not the cold precision of Metavision.

But Perfection through Emptiness.

The Zero had become One.

And One could become—Infinity.

His Final Thought:

Noa…

Next time, I'll show you.

That when you stand before me—

You'll see your end before you even begin, Shitty Cyborg.