The locker room was filled with the sound of laughter and cheers. His teammates were buzzing with excitement, celebrating their hard-fought victory. But Zaahir sat on the bench, staring down at his cleats, his mind elsewhere.
It's coming.
This was his final high school tournament. A road that, in the original story, led Isagi to Blue Lock. But this time, there was no Isagi.
Only him.
"Zaahir, you were insane today, man!" One of his teammates clapped him on the back. "That last goal? Pure genius."
Zaahir offered a small smirk. "Genius, huh?"
If only they knew.
He wasn't just playing football—he was shaping fate.
A sharp knock on the locker room door snapped his thoughts away. The room fell silent as their coach stepped inside, a serious look on his face. But Zaahir already knew what was about to happen.
"Zaahir," the coach called out. "There's someone here to see you."
A quiet murmur spread among the players. But Zaahir? He felt his heart quicken. This is it.
Rising to his feet, he followed the coach out into the hallway.
And there he was.
A man in a sharp black suit, his expression unreadable, his stance exuding authority.
"Zaahir…" The man's voice was smooth, calculating. "I am Anri Teieri, a representative from the Japan Football Association."
She extended a crisp envelope, the official JFA emblem embossed in gold.
"You've been invited to a special program that will change the future of Japanese football," she continued. "It's called Blue Lock."
Zaahir's fingers tightened around the envelope.
It's real.
This wasn't just a story anymore. It was his life.
He glanced up, meeting her gaze. There was no hesitation. No doubt.
Because this was exactly what he had been waiting for.
"I accept."
The next chapter of his journey had begun