The bitter taste of defeat crept into Isagi Yoichi's mouth. How could he lose to someone like you? He couldn't understand it. Bastard Munich had lost to your team.

Isagi couldn't understand how you read his every move perfectly. He used Metavision so much that he ended up with a terrible headache.

"How could I lose to someone like you?"

You know who he is. You know everything about the Blue Lock project, which had contacted you even though you rejected it.

Isagi looked at you with bewilderment and something closer to irritation. The two of you were left on the field completely alone. Isagi stood up until he was walking in front of you, side by side.

"What did you do?"

He questioned in a brusque tone. His piercing gaze pierced your soul. Those empty eyes that would frighten or disconcert anyone conveyed no emotion to you.

He wanted to know. He wanted to know your method. Not only did you intrigue him now, he wanted to destroy you like all those he left behind.