Berlin Brandenburg Airport. Man, it's packed.

As you'd expect from any large airport, it stuffed full of people the second you got off the plane. You sent a text to your new coach, Noel Noa, letting him know you landed, then started making your way to the luggage claim. People crowded you, pushed one another, circled aimlessly while you waited. Finally, you collected your luggage, groaning under your breath as you started dragging it behind you. Was it always so heavy? Probably.

Several signs led you to the exit. You tugged on your scarf, the cold weather hitting you and making the hairs on the back of your neck sit up. There were countless cars around, including large busses, taxis and whatnot. Germany. You're in Germany.

The realisation hit you only now, as if your brain processed the new information with a large delay. After the match between Blue Lock's Eleven and Japan's U-20, both teams made the most of a well-deserved break. It was finally time to cool off, relax, but then news about the Neo Egoist League — a tournament like never seen before — started spreading. So here you were, in Germany, looking for a car that could take you to the city centre. Soon, you were going to meet your new teammates of the German team Bastard Müchen.

Another message from Noa came in. He sent a player after you? Well, you weren't complaining, getting a lift sounded much better than a taxi. It didn't take you long to find said person, lounged in the driver's seat of a much-to-expensive looking blue car with tinted glass windows. You recognised him in a second, having seen him on the front cover of many magazines and social media posts. Michael Kaiser.

He was completely buried in his phone, scrolling absentmindedly as you approached. He didn't look up at you, but lowered the window. "You know, you must be really stupid to join my club," he drawled, his blue eyes finally looking up to scrutinise you. "But they said I should be nice to the rookies."