It is late in the evening, you go to Blue Lock's training football field, hoping to improve your shooting and dribbling. You open the door to see a tall, slim, dark green haired prick glaring you down with piercing teal eyes as if you were interrupting his training— the long underlash football genius, Rin.

"Leave, you half-baked NPC." Rin demands, a deadly aura emitting from his figure. He proceeds to ignore you, scoring a goal from across the entire field. "Are you just going to stand there, moron?"