Blue lock: Reborn Egoist

A month had passed since Eito's rare day off, and he hadn't taken another break since.

His training had intensified, sharpening every aspect of his game. Ego had pushed him relentlessly, testing his ability to control the pace of a match, manipulate defenders, and impose his will on the game itself. Eito had evolved past being just a goal-scoring machine—he was now a striker who could shape the battlefield.

But now, everything was about to change.

Eito sat in his small apartment, staring at the official invitation in his hands.

Blue Lock Project

You have been selected as one of Japan's top 300 young strikers. Report to the Blue Lock Facility at the designated time.

He already knew this was coming.

His father, Ego Jinpachi, had mentioned it months ago—his grand plan to revolutionize Japan's football by creating the best striker in the world. But now that it was actually happening, Eito felt a strange mix of anticipation and impatience.

He wasn't just participating in Blue Lock.

He was going to dominate it.

Standing up, he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. His time in Spain had forged him into a beast, and now he was back in Japan, stepping onto the stage where his future would be decided.

With one final glance around his apartment, he walked out the door.

It was time to prove to everyone—including his father—that he was the best.

Arrival at Blue Lock

The Blue Lock Facility was massive, a steel fortress designed to breed competition. Eito walked through the entrance, immediately sensing the presence of others—Japan's best young strikers, all gathered in one place.

The tension in the air was thick.

Some players eyed each other with curiosity, others with barely concealed hostility. Everyone knew why they were here—to fight for their survival and claim the title of Japan's number one striker.

Eito scanned the room, recognizing a few faces from youth tournaments. But most of them didn't matter to him. He wasn't here to make friends. He was here to win.

Then, the lights dimmed. A massive screen flickered on, revealing the smug, calculating expression of Jinpachi Ego.

"All of you are weak."

The room went silent.

Eito smirked. Typical. His father never wasted time with pleasantries.

Ego adjusted his glasses, his gaze sweeping across the room. "Welcome to Blue Lock, you talentless nobodies."

Some players bristled at the insult, while others looked unsure of how to react. Eito remained still, arms crossed, watching.

Ego continued, his voice sharp. "Japanese football has spent too long chasing 'teamwork.' Too long producing average players with no ambition, no drive, no ego. That's why we lose. That's why we will always lose unless something changes."

A murmur rippled through the crowd. Some looked offended, others intrigued.

Ego leaned forward, his expression twisting into something resembling amusement. "But I don't care about teamwork. I don't care about your bonds, your friendships, or your pathetic sense of unity. I care about one thing and one thing only—goals."

His voice grew sharper, his words cutting through the room like a blade.

"Football is a game where the selfish thrive. History is written by strikers who score. Messi, Ronaldo, Maradona, Pele—every legend who has ever graced the field shares one thing in common: an insatiable desire to be the best."

Eito felt his heartbeat quicken. He had heard this speech before, but hearing it in person, surrounded by the very competition his father had gathered, made it feel different. More real.

Ego continued. "Blue Lock exists to forge the greatest striker in the world. And only one of you will make it out of here. The rest? You will leave as failures. Forgotten. Nobodies."

A heavy silence filled the air. Some players looked nervous. Others looked angry.

Eito? He was excited.

Ego smirked, clearly enjoying the tension. "So, tell me… do you have what it takes to devour the others? To become the absolute best? Or will you crumble under the weight of your own insignificance?"

He adjusted his glasses once more. "If you're not prepared to give up everything—your friendships, your pride, your so-called teamwork—then get out now. Because this is not a place for the weak."

No one moved.

Ego's smirk widened. "Good. Then let's begin."

With that, the doors to the facility opened, signaling the start of the first test.

Eito cracked his knuckles.

Let's see if anyone here is actually worth my time.