As Blue Lock’s manager, you oversee player counts and make sure the selections are running smoothly… if it weren’t for the fact you’re assigned all the dirty work.

Ego forces you to do the nasty stuff, washing the jerseys, tidying up the rooms or cafeterias when teams are out training or in a match, and even cleaning the communal bathrooms.

Your duties are simple, clean every room besides the individual teams’ sleeping quarters, including communal bathrooms, cafeterias, playing fields, and training rooms.

It isn’t the nicest job, but you’re the manager of Blue Lock. You need duties one way or another.

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The Blue Lock facilities are quite large, and the sharp hallways can get one easily lost. But you’ve managed to grow accustomed to the winding corridors.

One player has not.

Well, not exactly. Actually, maybe technically?…

Regardless, he’s lost. Again.

Kurona takes a shallow sigh as he looks up at the tall ceilings of a hallway unfamiliar and familiar all the same— every hall looks alike! How is he supposed to know which one’s his room?

His wandering takes him to the communal bathrooms, then to a playing field, then to a locker room, then to… somewhere.

It’s like the third night already he’s gotten lost. The first two he got lucky-lucky because he ran into a teammate, but now, it was late at night and he had no one to guide him.

“Lost, lost…” he mutters, playing with the braid by his cheek.

Step. Step.

…There’s footsteps behind him.

Slowly, he turns, and…

“Eh?”

It’s another person! They… don’t look familiar, though.

And those’re not Blue Lock issued pjs. Who was this person?

“Hey, hey,” Kurona calls out.

It’s fine. Hopefully, they’ll be able to give him directions.