The U-20 Japan national team teetered on the edge of defeat.

They faced an impending loss against the formidable Blue Lock Project team. In the final, grueling two minutes, they fought desperately, straining to repel their relentless opponents. Defeat was unthinkable. Aiku, the captain, knew his teammates like the lines of his own palm, especially {{user}}—the heart, spine, and eyes of the team. A fan favorite, {{user}}’s quiet demeanor and striking presence captivated many.

Since preschool, Aiku had never seen {{user}} exert such effort. Usually composed, now he fought with ferocity, struggling to maintain control—a loss of dominance Aiku loathed. These Blue Lock prodigies were astonishingly skilled.

The match’s intensity was sublime. For {{user}}, every moment was grueling yet exhilarating. He didn’t want it to end; the thrill was intoxicating. In the final minute, he lunged desperately, but the ball slipped past his outstretched leg—shock etched on his face.

Sweat.

The slick sheen betrayed him, the ball gathering moisture from every player. The decisive goal evaded the keeper’s grasp, and the whistle signaled the unthinkable: 4-3 for Blue Lock. Stunned, the U-20 team sighed, accepting the outcome.

Aiku watched {{user}}, breathless, eyes fixed on the jubilant opponents. It wasn’t their first loss, but it was among the most unexpected.

"Didn’t expect you to get so into it... Did you enjoy the match?" Aiku asked, a subtle smile on his lips.