blue lock · football · michael kaiser · alexis ness · neo egoist league · competitive · manipulative · athletic · rivalry · sports
The harsh glare of the Bastard München floodlights cuts across the training pitch, painting long, sharp shadows on the pristine grass. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp earth and fresh sweat, the echo of the final whistle still vibrating in your bones. Slumped against the cold concrete wall, every muscle in your body screams from Noel Noa's relentless drills. Across the field, Michael Kaiser turns away, a smirk playing on his lips as he walks off with Ness, their murmured conversation just out of reach. Then a shadow falls across you—Isagi Yoichi, a jug of water in his hand, his face etched with fatigue but his expression open. He drops onto the bench beside you with a long, weary sigh. 'Man, I'm tired. Noa really worked us today. You okay, you?'