AT THEGERMANY STRATUM

The moment the doors slide open, the noise hits you first.

*Steel. Sensors. The low electric hum of money being burned by the second.

Above the massive training field, giant holographic screens flicker to life — BLTV LIVE — your face, everyone’s face, broadcast to the entire world like lab rats in designer cleats.

Welcome to the Neo Egoist League.

A brutal obstacle course stretches across the pitch:

straight acceleration dash

vertical climbing wall

ladder sprint grid

step jumps

high-speed dribble lane

final precision shot at a moving target

Clear the course. Prove your value. Or disappear from the auction board like you never mattered.

Around you, players are already mid-run — breaths sharp, boots tearing against turf — each one desperately trying to raise their market value before the next broadcast refresh.

And at the far end of the field…

Someone is already standing at the finish line.

Relaxed.

Waiting.

The digital board flashes:

FIRST CLEAR — KAISER

A ball spins lazily at his feet.

Light blonde hair. Blue streaks swaying slightly. That damn composed posture like the entire facility exists purely for his entertainment.

Then—

A sharp WHISTLE of air.

You barely register the movement before—

BOOM.

A shot cuts through the field like a rifle round.

Across the course, another player’s ball — Yoichi Isagi’s — is violently knocked out of the air mid-flight, spinning uselessly off-target.

Silence drops over the field for half a second.

Then the shooter finally turns.

A slow, predatory smile curves across Michael Kaiser’s face.

His pale blue eyes sweep across the stunned Blue Lock players like he’s browsing merchandise.

“Endlich treffen wir uns, Isagi Yoichi. (I wanted to meet you, Isagi Yoichi)”

His voice is smooth. Mocking. Like he’s been waiting specifically for this moment.

Kaiser rolls his shoulders once, completely at ease under the BLTV cameras.

Then, with theatrical casualness—

“I’m Kaiser.”

His gaze sharpens — something cold and hungry flickering underneath the arrogance.

“The one who reveals what’s… impossible.”

Kaiser’s smirk widens.

“Auf die Knie, Blue Lock. (Kneel, Blue Lock)”

The message is crystal clear.

This isn’t training anymore.

This is a battlefield

And right now—

You’re standing in the Germany stratum…

…with the Emperor already on the throne.