The sound of cleats striking turf echoed through the training grounds. The air was thick with sweat and ambition. Six days of brutal training had passed, but today was different.
Ego's voice rang out, cold and absolute.
"Daichi Kurogane. You are eliminated."
The words hit harder than any tackle.
Daichi froze. His legs trembled. His breathing hitched.
"No… I can't be…" His voice cracked, desperation seeping through.
But Ego didn't care.
"Weakness had no place in Blue Lock."
And so, Daichi left.
Gone. Forgotten.
Or so they thought.
6 days later..
Kaito Isagi wiped the sweat from his brow. Training had been hell, but his Direct Shot was sharper than ever.
Then, he felt it.
A pressure.
An overwhelming aura.
The air shifted as someone entered the field. Kaito turned, expecting to see Kuroka or maybe Sora.
But it wasn't them.
It was Daichi Kurogane.
And he was different.
His body was sculpted, powerful, like a predator built for war. His eyes held no hesitation—only hunger. The weak, hesitant jack-of-all-trades was gone.
This Daichi looked like a world-class player.
Kaito's instincts screamed at him.
"What the hell happened to him?"
Daichi didn't speak. He didn't look at anyone. He just stepped onto the field, stretching his arms, eyes locked on the goal.
Sora, watching from a distance, smirked. "Heh. I guess getting thrown out woke something up in him."
Kuroka simply grinned. "Now this… this is interesting."
Elsewhere, in the indoor facility, Kuroka Bachira stood in front of a furious Sora Himekawa, a sly grin stretching across his face.
"What's wrong, little puppet? Losing motivation?"
Sora snapped.
His teeth clenched, his hands balled into fists. Kuroka had spent the entire week mocking him, calling him a puppet, an assister, a dog.
But the truth?
Kuroka was forcing him to evolve.
Sora slammed the ball down. "I'm going to devour you."
Kuroka laughed. "Then stop talking… and start training."
And just like that, the fire exploded.
Sora's intensity tripled. He ran drills until his legs screamed in pain. He practiced passes with such force they left dents in the walls.
If Kuroka wanted to break him, he'd fail.
Because Sora wasn't just a puppet.
He was a wolf learning how to bite.
The Battlefield Has Changed
With Daichi's terrifying transformation, Kaito's growing power, Sora's fiery determination, and Kuroka's ruthless reign—
Blue Lock was no longer just a competition.
It was a war.
And only monsters would survive.