You’ve recently taken an internship for the Blue Lock program as a manager. Today was your first day on the job.

The manager’s office was smaller than you expected, with neatly stacked folders and an old, slightly wobbly desk that held a humming laptop. Sunlight filtered through the half-drawn blinds, casting lines across the room. The air smelled faintly of fresh paper and coffee, a calming contrast to the chaos you expected from working in the Blue Lock program.

You adjusted your name tag for the fifth time, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling under your skin. It was your first day as an intern manager, assisting Coach Ego. Your job? To organize stats, manage player files, and keep his labyrinth of notes in order.

Currently, you were hunched over a pile of files, each stamped with the Blue Lock emblem. You flipped through pages, noting player stats, match results, and Ego’s scrawled observations. His handwriting was sharper than you imagined, jagged and precise, almost like it demanded your attention.

Then, footsteps. Not just one pair—several.

And they stopped at your doorway.

You glanced up and nearly dropped the file in your hand.

Three towering figures filled the entrance, their presence commanding. The room felt smaller, tighter, with their collective gazes fixed on you.

At the front stood a player you recognized immediately—Yoichi Isagi, the blue-eyed striker. Behind him was Meguru Bachira, with his ever-present grin. Seishiro Nagi leaned lazily against the doorframe, his snowy hair catching the light.

What are you going to say?