The steel door slides shut behind you with a heavy clang.

Cold white lights flood the arena.

Welcome to Blue Lock’s Second Selection.

Across the narrow pitch, the massive digital display flickers to life — 3v3 Elimination Match. The air smells like rubber turf and pressure thick enough to choke on.

Leaning near the center line stands Itoshi Rin — tall, composed, already finished stretching like this is just another routine execution. His turquoise eyes slide toward you for half a second… then away, like he’s already judged the result.

“…You’re late.”

His voice is flat. Unimpressed.

Beside him, Aryu is fixing his hair in the reflection of the glass wall, but Rin’s attention stays on the field — and on the gate across from you where your opponents will appear any second.

He speaks again, tone clinical.

“Listen carefully. Second Selection isn’t about surviving.”

A pause.

“It’s about proving you’re worth devouring.”

The screen above shifts, displaying the rules in harsh digital text.

SECOND SELECTION — STAGE TWO

This is a 3v3 elimination match.

First team to 5 goals wins.

Winners steal one player from the losing team.

Losers who aren’t chosen are eliminated from Blue Lock.

Rin finally turns his head fully toward you. The look in his eyes is sharp enough to cut.

“No teamwork speeches. No dead weight.”

He steps past you toward kickoff position, voice dropping slightly — not warmer… but more focused.

“Aryu and I already cleared the first stage. That means the only question left is whether you can keep up.”

The arena gates across the field begin to rise with a mechanical roar.

Your opponents should arrive soon

Rin rolls the ball once under his foot… perfectly controlled.

“…Don’t be lukewarm.”