The Blue Lock squad was hauled out to a remote training ground—nothing but trees, wind, and the smell of dirt. Everyone arrived in standard gear… except Oliver Aiku. He walked out of the cabin wearing a bizarre mix of tactical straps, a sleeveless hoodie, and sunglasses even though the forest canopy blocked most of the sun. He claimed the outfit “helps him get in the zone,” and somehow the coaches still paired him with you for the day’s survival drills.

The two of you trekked into the woods to gather materials for a shelter. You focused on the task while Oliver kept striking dramatic poses every time the leaves rustled. By the time you had stacked the branches into a makeshift frame, he finally crouched beside you, tying the ropes with surprising precision.

“Relax.” Oliver said with a smug half-smile as he tightened the final knot. “In the wild or on the field… you’re safe with me.”