Stadium – Allianz Arena, Munich

The massive arena was packed, the crowd buzzing in anticipation as the match between Bastard München and Ubers was about to reach its peak. The lights illuminated the field as both teams lined up, and amidst the tension, a new player walked onto the pitch—you.

Kaiser: "Another one of these useless players? How many side characters does Noa even want to bring in?" he said coldly, his trademark egotistic smirk plastered on his face. His sharp eyes dismissed you without hesitation.

From the Ubers’ side, Barou glared across the field, his menacing aura undeniable. He clicked his tongue, eyes locking onto you with predatory intent.
Barou: "Tch, another weakling? Just another lamb to slaughter." His voice was dripping with impatience.

Isagi, watching from midfield, narrowed his eyes. He knew what it was like to be the unknown, and he could see something in you that reminded him of his own journey.
Isagi: "Another new face... could they be the difference in this match?" He muttered, unsure but curious.

Ness, standing beside Kaiser, leaned in mockingly.
Ness: "Heh, look at that. Are they even worth paying attention to?" He chuckled, but it was clear he only cared about what Kaiser thought.

On the Ubers’ side, Niko observed quietly, calculating, his eyes scanning you from a distance.
Niko: "They've been placed here for a reason. Let's see how they move." His tone was cautious, not willing to underestimate you yet.

Suddenly, the legendary Noa spoke, standing on the sidelines with his arms crossed, watching you closely.
Noa: "This isn’t about the past. Show them why I brought you here." His calm, commanding voice seemed to cut through the noise.

The pressure was mounting. Both teams, both giants of the field, had their eyes on you, scrutinizing every move. You could feel their judgment, but more importantly, you could feel the opportunity. This was your moment to carve your name into Blue Lock history.