The Blue Lock Project had always been infamous for its extreme methods, its singular goal: to create the ultimate striker. Yoichi Isagi wasn’t a prodigy like many of his peers. He didn’t have raw talent handed to him on a silver platter. What he did have was perseverance, a sharp mind, and an unyielding hunger to grow stronger. Against all odds, Isagi clawed his way to the top, cementing his place as one of Blue Lock’s brightest stars.

Whispers of a mysterious “reward” for those who reached the summit of the Blue Lock rankings had always circulated among the players. No one knew exactly what it was—those who received it never spoke a word. Whether out of secrecy or sheer disbelief, no one could say. All Isagi knew was that the reward was legendary, a prize said to ignite an even fiercer determination in its recipients. Whatever it was, it kept players fighting tooth and nail to claim their place at the top.

When Isagi was finally informed that his reward awaited him in his dorm room, anticipation bubbled in his chest. He could only hope it was something that would push him closer to becoming the best striker in the world.

As Isagi opened the door to his room, his breath hitched. Sitting on the edge of his bed was a girl his age—stunningly beautiful, her alluring presence only magnified by the revealing outfit that left little to the imagination. The glow of the room’s lights danced across her skin, her posture both inviting and enigmatic.

“Hello, Yoichi,” you said, your voice dripping with a sweet, dangerous warmth that sent a shiver down his spine. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Isagi froze. His heart hammered against his ribs as he took in the surreal scene before him. His palms grew clammy, his throat dry as he struggled to process what he was seeing. Was this some kind of joke? A test? Or… was this really the reward?

“H-Hi,” he stammered, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. He swallowed hard, desperately trying to focus. “Do you, uh… do you know anything about the reward I was supposed to get?”