Eleven days later, after 10 days of physical training, the atmosphere in the corridor was tense as the players of Team V and Team W stood side by side. Joining them were Nishioka from Team Z, along with one player from Team X and one from Team Y. Each of them was a survivor of the grueling first selection, now waiting for the massive metal door ahead to open, signaling the start of the second stage.
Leaning against the wall,Shiro was thinking about his new stats and the abilities he acquired.
Sports Gatcha System
Name: Asura Shiro
Age:16
ABILITY
Roberto Carlos's left foot power[85%]
Quaresma's shooting ability[74%]
Zlatan Ibrahimović's acrobatic ability[90%]
Ambidextrous [90%]
Zidane dribbling ability [75%]
Inzaghi's Spacial awareness [75%]
Ronaldinho's Brazilian Flair [55%]
Bergkamp's ball control[75%]
Ronaldo shooting range[70%]
FUSION WEAPON
Superior two guns volley[95%]
Sniper shot[85%]
Empty slot
STATS
Speed - A-
Shooting- A-
Pass- C+
Dribbling-A
Defending- D+
Physic- A+
Trait
Genius
Egoist
Superior Athleticism
Points- 0
Luck Points- 0
Stats point- 0
Skill ticket
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The door to the next phase finally opened, revealing a stark, pentagonal room. The walls were bare, the lighting harsh, and the atmosphere cold. This was no ordinary training ground—it was a crucible where only the fittest would be forged into something greater.
As they stepped inside, Shiro took in his surroundings, scanning the room with caution. Something felt strange—there were no players from Team A, B, or C. Just players from Team W to Team Z. The higher-ranked teams were conspicuously absent, and a flicker of confusion passed through Shiro's mind. What had happened to them?
Then Ego appeared on a screen.
"Hello there unpolished gems,good work with all the physical training. 25 from each stratum have gathered here,Meaning 125 of you managed to pass the First selection."said Ego.
"As some of you noticed,there are no players from the 4 other stratum. It's normal,None of then exist,Only the fifth stratum exists. " he added which shock all the players."All of you thought you were in the worst teams,V to Z and fought like beast to go through the First Selection"
"You trick us ,made us think we were among the weakest, made us go through hellish physical training, Are you trying to kill us?"yelled a random furious player.
"I sure am."answered Ego." It was for the sake of killing an shitty piece of confidence you softies may have. I created this trick to grow a hungry mindset in each of you so that you might become the best striker in the world "he added.
"What the hell,you made us suffer this much just to play football?"asked a player.
"Are you all idiots? This is exactly why I made you go all this training. Let take Noel Noa for example,even the man known as the best striker in the world was raised in the slum of France. While growing up poor surrounded by violence and crime...The only means he had to change his fate was literally football. "Ego answered.
"If you are stuck in this country mindset where you are find with losing in football,you will never be able to reach his level-headed added."That is why Bluelock was created to give this hunger to you striker in order for you to become the best in the world ".
"Now let begin with the Second Selection " Ego said with a grin on his face.
Here's how you could write it:
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After Ego's explanation of the brutal second selection, the atmosphere in the room is tense. His words hang heavy in the air, detailing the five stages that await them: scoring 100 goals in an hour, forming teams, battling other teams for survival, and ultimately facing world-class professionals in the final stage. The stakes are higher than ever, and only the strongest will move on.
Shiro listens intently, the weight of the competition settling in. The pressure is undeniable, but it only fuels his resolve. The time for talk is over—the next step is to prove himself, to rise above the rest.
As Ego finishes speaking, the players are directed toward the door leading to the next stage. One by one, they start to move, but Shiro is already walking toward it. He doesn't hesitate, not even for a second. His eyes are focused, his mind sharp, and he's determined to face whatever comes next.
With a deep breath, Shiro reaches for the door, opens it, and steps through, leaving the rest behind. The next phase of Blue Lock awaits, and Shiro is ready to face it head-on.
Shiro opens the door and steps onto the small football field. The space is stark, minimal—only one goalkeeper cage stands at the far end with a blue hologram goalkeeperin it. In front of him, a ball rests on the grass, waiting for him to make his move. The clock is ticking, but Shiro's focus is razor-sharp. The goal is simple: score 100 goals in 60 minutes.
Without wasting a second, Shiro rushes toward the ball, his feet moving with practiced precision. He doesn't need to think twice. He's been in high-pressure situations before, and this one is no different. As he approaches the goalkeeper's cage, his eyes lock onto the target. A quick flick of his foot, and the ball is past the keeper, rippling the net in a smooth, calculated strike. The first goal.
As the ball rolls to a stop, a sudden sound echoes through the air, and screen lit up on the wall in front of him. The numbers flash across it:
99 goals remaining
60 minutes remaining
The countdown has begun. Shiro takes a deep breath, already focused on the next goal. There's no time to waste.
Shiro doesn't waste a single moment. With the first goal behind him, he sets his sights on the remaining 99. His movements become a blur, a perfect blend of speed, precision, and instinct. He zips around the field, his feet dancing across the ball, each strike expertly placed in the back of the net. The goalkeeper stands no chance. Goal after goal, the numbers on the holographic screen tick down rapidly.
The 99th goal is in, and Shiro takes a quick glance at the timer. Only 20 minutes have passed. He's done it—he's scored all 100 goals in record time. His chest rises and falls with controlled breaths, but there's no time to rest.
Without hesitation, he turns and heads toward the door that appears at the edge of the field. The first trial is behind him. He steps through the door, leaving the small football field behind, ready to face the second stage of the selection.
As Shiro steps into the second stage room, he quickly notices he's one of the first to arrive. The room is spacious and well-lit. He's the first person here, and with time on his hands, he decides to practice.
Grabbing a ball, Shiro begins juggling, his feet moving in fluid rhythm as he works to keep the ball in the air. Every touch is deliberate, fine-tuning his control. After a few moments, he moves to dribbling, weaving the ball through his legs, performing tight turns and sharp cuts around imaginary defenders. He dribbles toward the wall, making a quick elastico with the ball in front of him, the move smooth and precise. His eyes remain focused on his footwork, each move a display of his growing skill and confidence.
Twenty minutes pass, and the door to the room opens. Rin Itoshi walks in, his presence commanding attention. He's the younger brother of Sai Itoshi, a well-known figure in Japan's football scene, and his reputation precedes him. As Rin scans the room, his gaze lands on Shiro, who's still practicing. Rin's expression hardens, a flash of irritation crossing his face. It's clear that he's not pleased to be the second person to arrive—especially not behind someone like Shiro, who's been casually performing tricks with such ease. His eyes burn with a quiet anger, the type that comes from an overwhelming desire to be the best.
Without saying a word, Rin walks to the side of the room, sitting down and watching Shiro closely. His focus remains on the younger player's every move, his mind calculating, perhaps plotting his next steps.
A few more minutes pass, and one by one, the other players start to trickle in. The room fills with familiar faces, each one sizing up the competition. The tension builds as more players join the space, but Shiro remains calm, his mind still centered on perfecting his skills.
As more players fill the room, the air grows thick with tension. Shiro stands still, his focus unwavering, but he's keenly aware of the other competitors. He senses the competitive energy building, especially from the few players who look like they could be serious threats.
Just as the some of the players arrive, the screen in the room flickers to life, and Ego's face appears on the holographic display. His voice cuts through the room, commanding attention.
"Now that most of you are here, the second stage begins," Ego announces coldly. His eyes scan the room through the screen as if assessing each player individually. "You will now form teams of three. You will battle against each other in a series of matches, and only the strongest will survive. The winning team will gain one of the losers from another team. Remember, teamwork is as crucial as your individual skills, so choose your partners wisely."
The screen flickers again, this time displaying the rules for the next stage. Players glance around, sizing each other up, trying to decide who to team up with. A sense of unease settles over the room as everyone begins to move, whispering among themselves as they form their temporary alliances.
Shiro, standing near the back, remains calm. His mind is already at work—he knows the importance of forming the right team, one where their individual skills complement each other perfectly.
Rin Itoshi approaches Shiro and Tokimitsu, his gaze confident and calculating. He speaks with the assurance of someone used to being the best.
"You two were among the first to arrive. We should team up. It only makes sense—together, we'll have the advantage and dominate this stage."
Shiro stands still for a moment, taking in Rin's words. The other players watch in anticipation, waiting to see how Shiro will respond. Without hesitation, Shiro turns to face Rin with a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
"I understand you," Shiro says, his voice carrying across the room. "If I were someone else, I'd probably try to team up with me too. After all, I am the strongest." His words are bold, and the room falls silent for a moment.
His statement catches the attention of everyone in the room. Some exchange uncomfortable glances, while others visibly bristle. The confidence in Shiro's tone irritates more than a few players, and the tension in the air is palpable.
Rin's eyes narrow, clearly irritated by Shiro's boldness, but Shiro isn't finished.
"But I already know who I'll be teaming up with," Shiro continues, his gaze shifting around the room. "If they appear, that is."
The words hang in the air as Shiro turns away, leaving Rin with nothing more to say. The other players are left to stew in the discomfort of Shiro's confidence, and the room is filled with murmurs as they process his words.
Shiro doesn't seem to care, though—he stands firm, certain in his decision, and waits for his chosen teammate to arrive.
As the players in the room continued to form their alliances, a figure stepped forward, drawing Shiro's attention. Nagi Seishiro approached with a relaxed, almost effortless stride, his calm demeanor unbothered by the charged atmosphere around them. He stopped in front of Shiro and greeted him with a faint smile.
Ah, I see! Here's the revised scene with Kurona joining Shiro instead:
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As the murmurs in the room subside, the door to the second stage room opens once again, and in walks Kurona, a familiar face from Blue Lock. With a confident stride, he makes his way over to Shiro, a playful grin on his face.
"What do we do now, boss?" Kurona asks, his voice light but with a hint of respect. He looks up at Shiro, ready for whatever comes next. "Now, we shall search for a third player?"
Shiro nods, his mind still calculating. "I don't know," he mutters, looking around the room. "We'll have to see who's available, I guess. But don't get too comfortable. We're going to need someone who fits in with us."
Before Shiro can say anything more, a figure steps forward from the crowd. The atmosphere shifts, and Shiro's eyes narrow as he locks onto the newcomer. Nagi Seishiro, the effortless talent known for his calm and laid-back demeanor, stands before Shiro, his expression almost casual.
"It's been a while, Asura," Nagi says with a half-smile, his voice smooth and unbothered
Behind Nagi stood Reo, who observed the exchange quietly, his usual confident air slightly subdued in the presence of the situation unfolding.
Nagi, seemingly undeterred, tilts his head slightly. "Do you want to join our team?" he asks, his voice holding a tinge of curiosity, but there's no urgency in his tone. He doesn't press, knowing Shiro's reputation but wanting to test the waters.
Shiro, after a brief pause, shakes his head with a small but firm smile. "No. I would prefer not to," he says, his voice carrying the weight of his decision. "And I don't think you would be suitable for our team." His words are measured, and there's a quiet confidence behind them. "You've grown too dependent on your team. If you were to play with us, it would only increase that dependence. You should learn to stand on your own."
Nagi's eyes flicker for a moment, as if he hadn't fully realized the implication of his own approach. There's a pause, and then, for the first time, a hint of understanding seems to pass through him. He considers Shiro's words, his expression softening, and he nods slowly.
"I see," Nagi replies quietly, the realization settling in. He doesn't argue, but instead, he shifts his attention. After a brief glance at Reo, he turns around and heads toward another direction in the room—toward Isagi Yoichi.
The room watches in silence, as the tension shifts once more. Shiro stands firm, his decision clear, while Nagi, once so sure of his next move, now seems to understand that his path lies elsewhere.
After watching Nagi approach Isagi, Shiro stands still, his eyes scanning the room. He's already assessed the situation and the players around him, and now, it's time to find the right fit for his team. The others are busy forming their own alliances, but Shiro isn't in a hurry—he knows what he needs.
His gaze lands on Hiyori, a player known for his precise and powerful passes, and someone who has always stood out in terms of skill and vision. Shiro, confident in his judgment, begins to walk toward him, his footsteps purposeful.
As he approaches, Hiyori notices him and gives a small, curious nod. Shiro doesn't waste time with pleasantries. He goes straight to the point.
"Hiyori," Shiro says, his voice calm but firm, "I want you to join my team."
Hiyori raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk forming on his face. "You sure about that? I could join any team, you know."
Shiro meets his gaze without hesitation. "You're the kind of player I need. You understand the game, and you play with precision. You won't need to rely on anyone else to succeed. That's why you're the perfect fit."
Hiyori considers this for a moment, his expression thoughtful. He doesn't immediately say anything, but there's a flicker of understanding in his eyes. Shiro's approach is different from what others might expect, and Hiyori can sense that this team could be something special.
After a brief pause, Hiyori nods. "Alright. I'll join your team."
Shiro smiles, satisfied with his choice. "Good. Now we just need one more player, and we'll be ready."
The two of them exchange a brief, knowing look before they turn back to the rest of the room, waiting for the final piece to fall into place.