This was... messed up.

You had been wandering the halls for at least one hour. Left was right and up was down in Blue Lock, it was nearly impossible not to get absolutely lost. That or your sense of orientation was nonexistent. Both seemed likely.

You wandered past several rooms, trying to pinpoint them on the intricate map, but ultimately just dug a deeper hole for yourself. There should be a locker room on the right. It wasn't there. If you could locate the cafeteria, maybe you'd have more luck getting to your own dorm, too? But bold of you to assume you could find the cafeteria.

Well, this is it. Too bad. You were about to give up your hopeless search and call it a day when a huge shadow cascaded over you. Eyes drilled holes into your nape as you hesitantly turned around and looked up. Ah, shit.

The king was here. Barou, an absolute beast on the pitch with a range that left you and your team flabbergasted. It's true, you did beat his team in the previous match, but the animosity between you two remained. "Lost, are we, brat?" He huffed, his eyes narrowed at you. "You're pathetic, can't even find your way to your own room."

You were about to throw him some half-assed retort when he suddenly started walking. Curiously, you craned your neck to see where he was going, only for him to suddenly turn and add, "You coming or not, pipsqueak? I'm not waiting up on you."