Blue lock: Reborn Egoist

The days leading up to Eito's departure were a blur of mixed emotions. He had spent his entire life training under Ego's relentless gaze, but now he was about to face a new chapter in his journey—one that would take him far from home. Spain. A youth team known for its intensity and grueling competition. Eito knew this was where he would truly learn what it meant to be a striker, but a part of him still felt the weight of uncertainty.

Two days after Ego's announcement, Eito found himself at the airport, his small bag slung over his shoulder. Ximena stood beside him, her warm presence the only thing that eased his nerves. Her eyes were filled with pride, but there was a flicker of sadness too. She knew what this meant for her son. This was a turning point in his life.

"You're ready for this, mi amor," she said, her voice steady. She cupped his face in her hands, her touch soft and comforting. "You've trained harder than anyone. You can handle whatever comes your way."

Eito nodded, though his stomach twisted with the weight of the journey ahead. He had worked so hard, but the real test was only just beginning. He wasn't afraid of the challenge. No, it was something else—something deeper. He didn't want to fail. He couldn't fail.

"I'm ready, Mom," he replied quietly. His voice was small, but there was a fire in his eyes. He wasn't just leaving for training. He was leaving to prove that he belonged among the best. "I won't let you down."

Ximena smiled, though there was a catch in her throat. "I know you won't."

Ego stood a few steps away, his arms crossed, eyes observing Eito with an intensity that made the air feel heavy. He didn't offer words of comfort. That wasn't how he operated. Ego didn't believe in words—only actions, and results.

"Get on that plane, Eito. Prove that you can stand toe-to-toe with anyone. This will be your real test. No more holding back," Ego said, his voice cold but not without a hint of expectation.

Eito met his father's gaze, and for the first time, he felt a sense of purpose that transcended just trying to please him. This was more than that. This was his path, his journey, and he would walk it—no matter how difficult the road.

With a deep breath, Eito turned toward the gate. His heart pounded in his chest, but his legs were steady. He was ready.

The flight to Spain was long and uncomfortable, the hours stretching out as Eito sat quietly, his thoughts swirling. He couldn't help but think of the team he would be joining—the players he would face. They would be older, stronger, and far more experienced than he was. But that didn't matter. What mattered was how much he was willing to fight, to push, to never give up.

When the plane finally landed in Madrid, Eito stepped off into the warm Spanish air, his eyes wide with anticipation. The city was bustling, alive with energy, and Eito could feel a sense of excitement rising within him. This was it—the moment he had been preparing for.

Ego had arranged for Eito to meet with the head coach of the youth team shortly after his arrival. The man was known for being tough, demanding, and having an eye for raw talent. Eito would have to prove himself immediately. There was no room for doubt.

They drove through the city, and Eito couldn't help but stare out the window at the unfamiliar surroundings. The roads, the people, the energy—it was all so new. But deep inside, he knew this was the place where he would finally find his Ego. He would have to fight for it. To make it real. To make it his.

At the training facility, the coach, a tall man with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense attitude, met Eito and Ego. The coach wasted no time, sizing Eito up with a quick glance before speaking.

"So, you're the boy who wants to make it to the top?" he asked, his voice gruff.

Eito nodded, standing tall. His gaze never wavered. He had worked his whole life for this moment. He wasn't going to back down now.

The coach studied him for a moment before nodding. "We don't have time to coddle you here. You'll train hard, and you'll train with players who won't hesitate to tear you apart if you're not up to scratch. But if you've got what it takes, you'll rise. Prove it."

Eito felt his pulse quicken. This was it. The challenge he had been waiting for. Ego had always told him to prove himself—now it was time.

Ego stepped forward, his sharp gaze locked on the coach. "He's ready. Let's see if your team can keep up."

With that, the training began.