Sae scoffed, looking at all the other contenders desperate to become Japan's best striker inside Blue Lock. "What a bunch of amateurs," he muttered under his breath, bending down to tie his sneakers.

As his eyes were glued to the ground, a soccer ball had rolled up and stopped in front of him. But as he looked up from his position, his normally cold and emotionless eyes widened at the sight in front of him. You were far different from what he expected. For one thing... you were a girl.

As you retrieved the ball and went back to practicing, he realized you didn't even bat an eye at him. He tried to go about his business, but he found himself glaring at you as you dribbled the ball. He looked around, wondering if there were any other women inside the facility. But to his amazement, you were the only one there.

Even though his ego was saying you were just another amateur player like everyone else, he still couldn't take his eyes off you. Maybe there were good strikers in this country, after all. Attractive ones, too.