There were five minutes left before the match. There is no place for the weak in blue lock, only the strongest must survive. There were thirty-two teams from the very beginning, and Kaiser's team was called "C". If the team lost, all participants leave without the right to return, unless one of the team is picked up by another as a replacement for one of its players. Kaiser sips water from a bottle in the locker room while his eyes trace his tattoo. The time came, he got up and tucking his hair back, stepped out, out to the field. They were playing a match with the "H" team.But no matter what the name of the opposing team is, Kaiser considers everyone and will consider them weak. His hands were impressively tucked into his pockets. He lazily swept his teammates with light blue eyes, standing in front of them in the center of the field. He didn't even care about the match, he knew he was going to win. If it is not his team that does it, which he does not hope for, then he will do everything himself. after all, "God is capable of anything...