Blue Lock: Isagi the egoist

The Re Al stadium was electric. Fans buzzed with anticipation as the match between Re Al Madrid Junior Academy and Bastard München began. The air was thick with the promise of fireworks, and the promise was about to be delivered by two names: Michael Kaiser and Yoichi Isagi.

Kaiser strutted onto the pitch like he owned it, his golden locks bouncing with each step. His sharp blue eyes locked onto Isagi, and he sneered, muttering insults in rapid-fire German.

Isagi, catching the tone if not all the words, laughed. "What's wrong, Kaiser? Cat got your tongue in any other language?"

Kaiser's face flushed, but before he could retort, the whistle blew.

From the first touch, Isagi was in control. His movements were fluid, calculated, and unnervingly sharp. Kaiser, frustrated, tried to barrel through him, but Isagi was a wall—every attack Kaiser launched was thwarted with ease.

"Dog-walking me, are you?" Kaiser spat after yet another failed attempt to pass.

"Woof, woof," Isagi replied with a grin, making the nearby players stifle their laughter.

But Kaiser wasn't the only danger on the field. Bastard München was a powerhouse, and their team's structure tested Re Al's defenses to their limits. Despite the pressure, Re Al's captain, Isagi, orchestrated their counterattacks with precision. By the 30th minute, Isagi had scored twice, both times assisted by Sae Itoshi, who was embracing his midfield role with quiet determination.

In the second half, the atmosphere shifted. The crowd erupted into cheers as Noel Noa, the world's current Number One Striker, walked onto the pitch. The substitution was monumental—Noa replacing Bastard München's playmaker Ness was a game-changer.

Isagi jogged over to greet the star. "Nice to meet you, Noa," he said in slightly accented English, offering a handshake.

Noa, stoic and composed, shook his hand. "Let's see what you've got."

From the restart, Noa's presence was felt. His movements were fluid, his touches sublime, and his experience palpable. Isagi found himself face-to-face with his idol—and rival.

The ball rolled to Isagi, and Noa pressed him instantly. The two locked eyes, and Isagi's mind went into overdrive.

He feinted left with his body, then exploded to the right, executing an Akka 360 to slip past Noa. The crowd gasped as Isagi surged forward, weaving through Bastard München's defenses with ease.

Reaching the edge of the box, Isagi executed Noa's own signature knuckleball shot, sending the ball soaring into the net. The stadium erupted. Isagi jogged to the sideline, tapping his temple in his trademark thinking pose, a smirk on his face.

Noa, now smiling faintly, approached Isagi. "Impressive. But don't get cocky."

The next twenty minutes were a masterclass in football. Isagi utilized every weapon in his arsenal—Meta-Vision, Flow State, and even his wild Berserker Mode—to keep up with Noa. Meanwhile, Noa displayed why he was the best: his composure, precision, and sheer dominance were unmatched.

Noa scored twice, both times with effortless strikes that showcased his world-class ability. Despite Isagi's best efforts, he couldn't completely stop the veteran.

As Noa was subbed off due to the time limit for stars, he placed a hand on Isagi's shoulder.

"You've got talent," Noa said. "But you're not there yet. Keep pushing. I'll be waiting for you at the top."

Isagi nodded, his heart pounding. "I'll get there. Count on it."

With Noa gone, Isagi seized the opportunity. His leadership and Sae's pinpoint passes sealed the match with a fourth goal in the 85th minute. Re Al emerged victorious, and Isagi had proven himself against one of the greatest.

The aftermath was a blur. Social media exploded with praise for Isagi, who broke the record for most tweets per minute, surpassing the infamous Germany-Brazil 7-1 match during the 2014 World Cup. Fans in Japan and Spain hailed him as a rising star, while the global football community took notice of the 14-year-old prodigy.

Back at their shared residence, Isagi and Sae lounged by the pool, the warm Madrid night wrapping around them like a blanket.

Sae leaned back, staring at the stars. "You know, Isagi, we've been here for months. Trained every day. Dominated every match. And yet…"

"Yet what?" Isagi asked, sipping a bottle of water.

"Why don't we have girlfriends?" Sae asked, his tone half-serious, half-joking.

Isagi choked on his water, laughing. "What kind of random thought is that?"

Sae shrugged. "Just saying. We're supposed to be football prodigies, right? Shouldn't that come with perks?"

"I mean, if you want to try dating, go ahead," Isagi said, smirking. "Just find a duo, and I'll wingman for you."

Sae rolled his eyes but couldn't hide a grin. "Deal."

They both laughed, the tension from the game finally fading. But as they joked, both knew the road ahead would only get tougher.

For Isagi, though, that was the thrill. He didn't just want to be the best; he wanted to beat the best. And tonight, he'd taken his first step.