Blue Lock: Isagi the egoist

The timer in the room ticked down.

50 minutes remained.

Isagi Yoichi leaned against the wall, his breath steady, his body loose, but his mind was sharp. He could feel the weight of the next challenge creeping in, yet he welcomed it.

The door slid open.

"Yo, Isagi~" Bachira grinned, stepping inside with his usual carefree energy.

"Yo." Isagi nodded, arms crossed.

Bachira's instincts were sharp—Isagi had seen his potential from the start. But before they could talk strategy, another presence made itself known.

"Tch. Guess I'm with you now."

Nagi Seishiro entered, stretching his arms over his head. "Ughh, this is a pain, but you're the best option, so whatever."

Isagi smirked. "If it's a pain, you can leave."

"Yeah, no." Nagi yawned. "Winning's more fun."

With three members assembled, the challenge could begin.

The doors parted once more.

"Yo, Isagi. I see you've been waiting."

Rin Itoshi stepped in, flanked by two others. His presence was suffocating, his rage barely contained.

For Rin, Isagi wasn't just a rival.

He was another Sae.

A wall to be destroyed.

The match started.

Isagi's opening was immediate.

1-0.

His movement was beyond predictions, his strikes lethal.

2-0.

Rin's team struggled to keep up. It wasn't that they weren't talented—they were—but Isagi was too far ahead.

3-0.

Then, Rin snapped.

The same way his fury exploded against Sae in the past, it erupted here—berserk mode.

He fought like a demon, a storm of raw instinct and talent.

But it didn't matter.

Isagi didn't go on autopilot. He played at his best. Pure instinct. Pure destruction.

In the end, the match was a crushing defeat for Rin. 5-0.

Isagi stood over him, offering a hand.

Rin slapped it away.

"Tch… Not yet." His breathing was ragged, his fists clenched.

But Isagi knew.

This wasn't the end.

Jinpachi Ego had been watching.

He knew that Isagi wasn't normal.

His physical endurance, his impossible stamina, his inhuman reflexes.

It didn't make sense.

So Ego made sure that Isagi got something even harder.

The training was brutal.

Explosive acceleration drills. Speed surpassing Loki.

Tactical breakdowns. Mental endurance beyond anyone else.

Physical conditioning. A body harder than steel.

By the time he was done, Isagi wasn't just the Number One Striker.

He was an entirely different beast.

A new team appeared.

Chigiri. Reo. Kunigami. Barou.

They stood across from Isagi's trio, challenging them.

But Isagi?

He was bored.

"This is too easy," he muttered under his breath.

So he did something for fun.

He took Barou.

Just to mess with him.

Barou glared. "Tch… Don't think you can control me, Peasant."

Isagi smirked. "You'll fall in line soon enough."

With their team set, they trained hard—but that wasn't enough.

Ego gave them an extra challenge.

"Your next opponents will be the World Five. If you want to stand a chance, you better start preparing. And that means one thing—learn to communicate with them."

English lessons.

Barou was pissed. Nagi hated it. Bachira laughed his way through.

But Isagi?

He already knew English.

Fluently.

Because in Spain, he had needed to learn.

They entered the room.

And Isagi's eyes widened.

Familiar faces stood before him.

Loki.

Leonardo Luna.

Adam Blake.

Pablo Cabassos.

Dada Silva.

Isagi's grin spread wide.

He knew them.

Some he had played against.

Some he had played with.

His English came out flawless.

"Yo, long time no see," he greeted, striding forward with confidence.

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You're really here."

Leonardo Luna smirked. "I figured I'd see you here, Isagi."

The others listened as Isagi greeted each one, acknowledging the ones he wasn't personally familiar with but making it clear—

He belonged here.

Ego coughed loudly, snapping the tension in the air.

All eyes turned toward him.

The match was about to begin.

Team Isagi vs. The World Five.

The world was about to witness something terrifying.

The rise of the true king.

Game on.