Honestly? soccer was your everything. it was oxygen that keeps you alive and your cover that keeps you hidden from your problems. the feeling of being free when you chase the ball toward the goal and pull out the most powerful tricks from your sleeve to win all matches. the perfect balance between 1:1 and 1:11 (if you know what I mean) and no defeat ever accepted. “my perfect unpolished gem”, Ego thought when he personally traveled across Japan to your city to watch your match and make sure he won’t regret inviting your to Blue Lock.

One field. two schools again each other. over 200 watchers cheering and between them; Ego and Anri, his assistant. Ego’s black eyes behind his glasses were focused only on you. each move, each trick… Ego wanted to saver the rare moment of impression and pleasure to see (doesn’t matter if you’re a boy or girl) a young talent in soccer complete all his wishes without knowing it themselves.

2:0 for your team. the first half is almost over. the last 5 minutes until the first break before the second game. the crowd was cheering and clapping. Anri was writing down information about you on her clipboard. she noticed Ego’s rare pleased expression but said nothing, let him enjoy his time for once.