Blue Lock: Isagi the egoist

Training at Re Ál Madrid was nothing short of hell.

From the moment Isagi arrived, the sessions were relentless—high-speed passing drills with zero room for error, full-pitch endurance tests, tactical breakdowns that required instant comprehension, and non-stop scrimmages against world-class opponents.

The pros weren't pulling their punches either.

Leonardo Luna? Relentless in the press.Pablo Cabasos? Dissecting defenses with pinpoint passes.Dada Silva? Testing every defender's limits with his raw power.

And Isagi?

He thrived.

While others dropped to their knees gasping for breath, Isagi remained standing, sweat pouring down his face, eyes burning with hunger.

I'm still not satisfied. This isn't enough.

While he was enduring war in Spain, back in Blue Lock, the remaining 22 players were facing their own version of hell.

Ego didn't hold back.

"If you can't survive this training, forget about being on the global stage. You'll be crushed."

The training was designed for one thing—to push them beyond human limits.

But even as Rin, Sae, Barou, Kaiser, and the rest fought to climb to Isagi's level, none of them could touch him.

They were still chasing.

And Isagi?

He was already soaring.

The Madrid Derby.

Re Ál Madrid vs Atletico Madrid.

A battle that would be broadcasted to millions across the globe.

And for Isagi, this was more than just a game.

This is my reintroduction to the world.

Stepping onto the pitch, he could feel the weight of the stadium. The energy of the crowd. The anticipation in the air.

His first official match as a Re Ál Madrid pro.

His chance to make a statement.

From the first whistle, Isagi took control.

Atletico's defenders had prepared for a tactical genius, a player who could read the game better than anyone.

They weren't ready for this.

Not for a monster who could bend logic itself.

At the 7th minute, Cabasos sent a lob over the defense. Isagi was already moving before the pass was even played, breaking through the lines, adjusting mid-air, and smashing a left-footed volley into the top corner.

1-0.

The crowd exploded.

The commentators were already scrambling for words.

Atletico tried to adjust, doubling up on Isagi.

It didn't matter.

At the 13th minute, Isagi baited both defenders into lunging at him—only to flick the ball up, spin mid-air, and rifle a bicycle kick past the stunned keeper.

2-0.

20th minute. This time, Luna sent in a through ball. Isagi, already sprinting before Luna even made the decision, raced past Atletico's last man and chipped the keeper.

3-0.

By the 25th minute, Isagi had four goals.

And he wasn't done.

The 30th minute saw a ridiculous sequence—Atletico tried pressing high, but Isagi moved into their defensive line, drawing every marker before backheeling a no-look pass to Dada Silva, who smashed it home.

4-0.

By halftime, Isagi had already scored five.

Atletico was in full panic mode.

They tried pressing him harder, putting three men on him.

They tried playing deeper, parking the bus.

It didn't matter.

At the 51st minute, Isagi flicked the ball over one defender, nutmegged another, and slotted his sixth goal past the helpless keeper.

6-0.

At 60 minutes, he rifled in a 40-meter screamer that left the crowd gasping.

7-0.

At 72 minutes, he received the ball at the halfway line, feinted left, exploded right, and outraced the entire Atletico defense before dinking it past the diving goalkeeper.

8-0.

At 81 minutes, he combined with Luna in a one-two sequence so fast that the defense couldn't react, before curling in a left-footed finesse shot.

9-0.

And then, for his final masterpiece—

At the 89th minute, with defenders collapsing around him, Isagi faked a shot, let the ball roll through his legs, then without even looking smashed a no-look trivela into the top corner.

10-0.

The final whistle blew.

10-0.

10 goals.

By one man.

The stadium was silent for a moment. Then—

Absolute bedlam.

Commentators lost their minds.

"WHAT. DID. WE. JUST. WITNESS?!"

"ISAGI YOICHI HAS JUST DESTROYED ATLETICO MADRID!"

"THIS WASN'T A GAME—IT WAS A MASSACRE."

Social media exploded.

🔥 "Isagi just put the world on notice."🔥 "10 goals against a pro team?! That's not human."🔥 "Re Ál Madrid's new KING."

Isagi walked off the pitch, wiping sweat from his forehead, completely unfazed.

He wasn't surprised.

He knew this was coming.

As he reached the tunnel, Luna patted him on the back, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You just broke football, man."

Isagi only grinned.

"Lightwork. I just got started."

Ego watched from Japan, a rare smirk on his face.

"Now the world finally understands."

"He's not just Japan's best."

"He's the best. Period."

Back in Blue Lock, the remaining 22 players watched the broadcast in stunned silence.

Rin clenched his fists.

💭This is the gap?

Sae sighed, rubbing his temples.

No wonder Re Ál took him back.

Barou, Kaiser, Nagi, Shidou—they all stared at the screen, watching the highlights of Isagi's 10-goal demolition.

None of them could deny it.

Right now—

Isagi Yoichi was untouchable.

And the world?

They had no idea what was coming next.

AN: Do y'all think this a good enough reintroduction of our Glorious King?