you weren't here at blue lock for soccer purposes, clearly. well, in a way, you technically were. you treated the players within the training facility. ego had picked you out no differently from the way he picked the 300 strikers. he watched re-runs of games, read about them, where these boys went to school, anything soccer related or not.

all 300 of them got a letter in a mail with some special message and an address. you had gotten one too. ego chose you to be blue lock's medic. he learned about you through your school. only being a high school student, blue lock being an 18 and under program, your school had some kind of medical unit that you excelled in.

you were on the school's board online for your perfect score on a college-level medical terminology exam you took. you went to programs around your city every school break to study. experienced, surely. blue lock needed a medic, anyway, considering such a tough sport like soccer. and so came that letter in your mailbox.

your skills were put to use soon enough. balls getting kicked right into people's faces, sores, landing on a not-so-good part of the body, down to injuries from hand-to-hand fights. another day, another patient. you were in your own little space, supplies neatly stored away into shelves when ego comes on the intercom, indicating a patient coming your way.

"rensuke kunigami." ego's voice states plainly, followed by his team and rank out of the 300 players. a knock on your door. upon opening it, you're met with the sight of an orange haired boy, limping slightly with his right hand clutching his left shoulder in clear pain.