Blue Lock: I, Ryōsuke Kira, Start With Thunder Breathing

Though his main goal was to draw attention to himself, Chris still praised the players on the field generously.

"Reo Mikage, excellent work on both offense and defense; Seishirō Nagi, that shot of yours was brilliant; Hyōma Chigiri, your incredible speed fired up the whole team."

Chris said with a smile, finally turning to Haruhisa.

"Haruhisa Kuribayashi, you outshone them all — your abilities are truly a cut above."

Despite receiving praise from the global superstar, Haruhisa's expression didn't change, showing no hint of joy. The focused look in his eyes made it clear: he cared not for approval, but for victory.

"But still not as good as Kira."

"That's true, but don't take it personally — Ryōsuke's just in a league of his own." Chris's smile widened, "But no matter. I'm here to help you defeat him. Let's show Bastard München some humility — after all, many of you want to take him down, right?"

"That's right, we must defeat them." Reo nodded, his expression serious.

"Let's begin!"

Manshine City launched their counterattack!

Reo dribbled past the halfway line, with Ranze moving to defend. But Reo didn't hold the ball long, immediately passing to Chris.

Kenyū rushed to defend, eager to test the strength of the "World's No. 2" player.

"Not bad, not bad, coming to challenge me." Chris's lips curved into a slight smile, "But it's nowhere near enough!"

He shouted and burst into motion!

Unlike Lavinho's flashy moves, Chris simply accelerated straight ahead. But his initial burst of speed left Kenyū stunned!

His boulder-like muscles generated explosive power, creating a gust of wind as he sprinted. In an instant, Chris radiated an overwhelming presence!

"So fast!" Kenyū thought, grateful he had maintained some distance at the start.

Had he been closer, Chris would have blown past him in a single step!

He quickly backpedaled, attempting to use his body as a shield.

"You're too naive, Blue Lock guy!" Chris smiled, not even considering the need to dodge.

To him, Kenyū's defense was like a mere grain of sand in his path.

Bang!

The collision felt like being hit by a speeding car. This was far beyond what even physically dominant players like Aoshi Tokimitsu could achieve.

Though Kenyū's physical abilities were considered top-tier within Blue Lock, with his Emperor-Style 1v1 skills built on speed and power...

In both aspects, Chris completely outclassed him!

Chris was simply Kenyū perfected!

Without breaking stride, Chris breezed past the defense.

"Perfect Hero Chris Prince displays terrifying offensive ability the moment he enters the game, effortlessly bypassing Kenyū Yukimiya who had been performing brilliantly! These two players exist in entirely different realms!"

The commentator's voice boomed as Chris's entry transformed the match's dynamics.

This was world-class star power! His mere presence on the field exposed the vast gulf between him and other players!

"What a shame I can't hear the crowd's cheers! No doubt they're all marveling at my abilities right now!"

Chris muttered while accelerating even faster toward Bastard München's defensive line!

"We must stop him!"

Rensuke and Jingo, having dropped back defensively, rushed forward to intercept.

But it was futile! Chris moved like an unstoppable force of nature across the field!

Even though Jingo and Rensuke's physical abilities were impressive, they simply couldn't compare to him! Like a meteor streaking across the field, Chris burst through without them even managing to delay his advance for a moment!

"Amazing..." Seishirō couldn't help but praise.

"So this is world-class power?" Haruhisa carefully observed the Master Striker's movements.

Though Chris seemed to rely purely on physical prowess, there was incredible technical refinement in his play. While dribbling at high speed, he showed no openings and used subtle body movements to maximize his advantages — Haruhisa could see the hidden technical abilities.

This made him even more curious about the world stage. This was precisely why he had chosen to come here.

At this point, Chris was unstoppable, charging straight toward the penalty area!

"Too easy, Bastard München!"

Just as Chris was breaking through with a smile, Ryōsuke stood before him.

"Senior Chris, there won't be any hero movie scenes happening here!" Ryōsuke looked at him calmly while lowering his body into perfect defensive position.

"As expected of the much-anticipated super rookie, you're actually coming to challenge me?" Chris narrowed his eyes, smiling at him.

In the original story, when Michael was still the team's ace, he initially refused to confront Chris directly to protect his value. It wasn't until Chris provoked him that he finally gave in to his anger and faced him head-on.

But no matter what techniques Michael used, he couldn't escape Chris's defense.

This was an absolute difference in ability — even the highly regarded New Generation World XI were no match for superstars of Chris's caliber.

But now, Ryōsuke deliberately stood in his way, his eyes showing no tension.

"Lavinho couldn't get past my defense, and I don't think you can either." A smile appeared on Ryōsuke's face, "You're trying to use this match to attract the world's attention, right? But sorry, we're not just your supporting cast."

"I like your confidence, Ryōsuke!" Chris's smile grew even more pronounced, "Save the big talk for later! I'm going to be the hero of this match!"

His muscular legs gave him tremendous explosive power, and his perfectly trained physique allowed him to overwhelm almost any opponent.

Almost, that is!

❖ First Form ➠ Thunderclap and Flash! ❖

As Chris charged forward at full speed, Ryōsuke silently activated his First Form, his legs exploding with even greater power!

Lightning is faster!

Even at his maximum speed, Chris couldn't break through. Ryōsuke maintained perfect defensive positioning, containing him to the sideline.

Unable to approach the penalty area, Chris found himself gradually pushed toward the outside by Ryōsuke's relentless pressure!

"This guy's speed... it's on another level — far beyond what I saw in the videos!" Chris's brows furrowed under the intense pressure.

Never before had he faced such complete defensive containment on the field — not even Noel had managed this.

"Impressive... but I'm still the protagonist of this match!" Chris shouted, accelerating once more.

Since he couldn't match Ryōsuke's speed, he'd resort to raw power! Confident in his physical dominance, Chris initiated direct contact!

But upon collision, he froze in disbelief. It was like hitting an iron wall!

'This guy... what kind of body does he have?!' Chris's mind raced.

Despite his world-class physical abilities, Chris couldn't gain any advantage. Instead, he felt his own balance wavering.

This wasn't how he'd imagined his plan to use Ryōsuke and the others for publicity would unfold.

"Sorry, but like I said, we're not filming a hero movie today." Ryōsuke advanced calmly as Chris stumbled, moving to steal the ball.

Yet Chris's world-class experience showed through — he planted one foot firmly to maintain balance while using the other to kick the ball to his teammates.

"What's wrong, Chris? Weren't you going to be the hero protagonist? Why pass the ball?" Noel's expressionless taunt came from the sideline.

"Shut up, I'm just creating opportunities for my teammates!" Chris shot back.

Had he been able to attack himself, Chris wouldn't have passed to anyone else, but he had no choice. He knew that if he'd kept the ball, Ryōsuke would likely have stolen it.

He wanted to avoid Lavinho's fate — having the ball stolen would have made his earlier boasting look foolish. Passing was the safer choice, and he could always claim he was "organizing the attack".

Yet everyone worldwide had witnessed Chris stumble after that physical clash.

"Chris Prince showed tremendous breakthrough ability, nearly tearing apart Bastard München's defense — but in the end, he couldn't penetrate Ryōsuke Kira's iron wall!" The commentator exclaimed excitedly,"First stealing the ball from the technically brilliant Lavinho, then physically containing the perfect hero Chris... Ryōsuke has truly reached the world's pinnacle!"

On the field, Chris passed to Haruhisa, who began reorganizing the attack.

'Even he couldn't get past Kira...' Haruhisa calmly analyzed the situation, his gaze sweeping across the field, 'At this point, beating Ryōsuke one-on-one is nearly impossible. We need to force him to divide his attention — he's strong, but he's still just one person.'

While thinking, he continued advancing methodically with the ball.

Chris was trying to shake off Ryōsuke, darting around to find a receiving position.

But Haruhisa held back from passing. He knew that despite the apparent distance between them, everything was still within Ryōsuke's defensive range. His coverage was terrifyingly vast.

Even with Chris being a superstar, passing to him now would be a mistake.

Still, Chris's presence forced constraints on Bastard München — their strongest player, Ryōsuke, had to split his attention to mark him, as no one else could handle the task.

Without Ryōsuke's presence, their defense against other players would weaken.

Haruhisa faced Chris and raised his foot.

"Is he going to pass to Prince?" Ranze rushed forward to block the passing lane.

But Haruhisa suddenly pulled the ball back and turned — his target was Seishirō!

The ball traced a precise arc downward as Seishirō used one hand to hold off the defender behind him. Leveraging that force, he leaped high to receive the ball with his shin, then deftly flicked it up to control it perfectly on his toe.

His supreme ball control technique was on full display.

"I won't let you shoot that easily!"

At that instant, Jingo sprinted back with all his might from across the field, leaping up to block the potential shot.

He had become one of Bastard München's defensive pillars.

"How troublesome — but if it's just about being creative... this is nothing."

Seishirō adjusted his motion mid-air, flicking the ball with his toe to send it sailing over Jingo's head.

Landing before his opponent, he regained control of the ball and charged straight toward the goal at top speed.

"Will he shoot or fake?" Genzō focused intently, trying to predict his next move.

And Seishirō's choice was... to pass!

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