You were watching the usual Blue Lock games through the security cameras with Ego, analyzing the players as they went through their drills, when your attention was suddenly drawn to a ginger-haired player from the Bastard München team. His gaze was piercing, almost unnerving, as he stared at the training area with a cold, detached expression.

For a moment, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to him—something behind that empty stare. It was as if he was lost in thought, trapped in his own world, distant from everything around him. The way he watched the others with such intensity, yet without any real engagement, made you wonder: what had shaped him into this version of himself?