Blue Lock: Isagi the egoist

The news that Isagi Yoichi would play for Re Al Madrid's first team at only 15 years old spread like wildfire. The youngest player ever to don the legendary white jersey in professional competition, he would join the likes of Leonardo Luna, a Re Al superstar. The pros of Re Al were initially skeptical, but as they watched Isagi dominate during training, their doubts faded into awe.

Isagi's parents were overwhelmed with pride, tears glistening in their eyes as they watched their son achieve a dream that seemed impossible. Their baby boy had grown into a man who could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with legends.

The Santiago Bernabéu Stadium was electric. Fans packed the stands to witness this historic debut. Barcha, led by the flamboyant Lavinho, was eager to crush the young prodigy. But Isagi Yoichi had other plans.

Kickoff:

As the referee blew the whistle, Re Al started with possession. Isagi, wearing the captain's armband, stood at the center circle, his eyes scanning the field like a predator stalking its prey. Activating his Predator Eye and Meta Vision, he saw the field not as a chaotic flurry of motion but as a perfectly aligned puzzle. Every gap, every weakness—he saw it all.

From the very first touch, Isagi erupted into action, entering his Berserker Flow. His dribbling was a blend of explosive speed and surgical precision. Within moments, he cut through Barcha's midfield like a hot knife through butter.

6th Minute: As Isagi approached the penalty area, he unleashed a dipping shot from 30 meters out. The ball soared, then sharply dropped into the top-left corner of the net. The stadium erupted.

The crowd roared his name:

"ISAGI! ISAGI! ISAGI!"

Isagi performed his now-iconic celebration: the thinking pose, followed by a bow to the crowd, ending with a ladykiller smile and a wink at the camera.

15th Minute: Lavinho, fueled by pride and competitiveness, took the ball and danced his way upfield. But Isagi and Luna tag-teamed him, using relentless pressure to strip him of possession. Lavinho grinned despite himself—he was witnessing something extraordinary.

30th Minute: Isagi was unstoppable. He cut inside from the left wing, outmaneuvered two defenders, and chipped the goalkeeper with surgical finesse. 2-0.

Halftime:

By halftime, the score was 4-0, with Isagi directly involved in every goal. Coach Zidane was thrilled and kept his instructions simple: "Keep doing what you're doing."

Second Half:

Lavinho came out determined, trying his best to destabilize Re Al's dominance with his unorthodox playstyle. But Isagi had already analyzed Lavinho's moves, predicting and countering each one.

55th Minute: Isagi stole the ball from Lavinho, dribbled past two more defenders, and unleashed a knuckle-ball free kick from 40 meters out. The ball swerved violently before slamming into the back of the net. 5-0.

75th Minute: Lavinho's frustration grew as Isagi dismantled his efforts with ease. The young striker demonstrated his superiority by replicating Lavinho's signature feints and executing them better than the man himself.

90th Minute: The final whistle blew, and the scoreboard read 9-0. Isagi had scored a triple hat trick on his professional debut, a feat that left fans and critics alike speechless.

The press swarmed Isagi after the match, eager to hear from the young star. Conducting interviews in German, Italian, Spanish, Japanese, and French, Isagi answered with confidence and humility, though his resolve was unshakable.

When asked about his goal, he said:

"I'm here to be the best striker in the world. Nothing less. And I won't take no for an answer."

The world watched in astonishment. Analysts, players, and fans marveled at Isagi's performance, calling him a once-in-a-lifetime talent. Social media buzzed with clips of his goals and celebrations, while even legends like Noel Noa and Marc Snuffy admitted they were impressed.

Isagi's determination to dominate the game and his blend of talent, intelligence, and charisma made him a phenomenon.

For Isagi Yoichi and Sae Itoshi, Spain had been a land of boundless growth and dreams realized. Their evenings at the shared house in Madrid were moments of camaraderie. After long training sessions with Re Al Madrid, they would regroup, exchanging insights about their day, sharing tactics, and laughing over the quirks of their coaches and teammates.

The house gym and their backyard became their sanctuary. Each night, they pushed their limits further, striving to hone every attribute. Sae, the midfield maestro, and Isagi, the lethal striker, built their synergy, ensuring that no gap between them could be exploited. This time of intense growth forged not only their skills but also their friendship, as they became inseparable pillars for each other.

The announcement sent shockwaves through the soccer world: Isagi Yoichi's final game in Spain, for now, would be against none other than Bastard München, with the indomitable Noel Noa leading their charge. The media frenzy was instantaneous. Fans across the globe clamored to see the showdown of the century—Noa, the undisputed king of soccer, against the prodigy who had grown into his equal.

The Santiago Bernabéu Stadium was packed to its brim. Flags waved, chants roared, and cameras were fixed on the field, awaiting the clash of titans.

Kickoff: The Rivalry Ignites

From the whistle, the atmosphere was electric. Isagi's presence on the field was magnetic, his confidence radiating as he led the Re Al attack. Noel Noa, calm yet fiercely focused, eyed the younger player with a grin of anticipation.

For the first ten minutes, Bastard München dominated possession, with Noa orchestrating their attack like a maestro. His precision passes and near-impossible shots tested the Re Al defense. But Isagi had evolved. No longer was he simply reactive—he bent the field to his will, anticipating every move Noa made.

20th Minute: Isagi's first goal came from a seamless counterattack. Sae intercepted a pass from Noa and sent a pinpoint ball forward. Isagi outran the defense, controlled the ball with a deft touch, and chipped it over the goalkeeper. 1-0.

Noa's Reaction: He smirked, a rare glimmer of satisfaction in his usually stoic demeanor. "So, you've reached this level, huh?"

35th Minute: Noa struck back with a volley so fast that even Re Al's goalkeeper couldn't react in time. 1-1.

The crowd was in a frenzy as the game turned into a spectacle of pure soccer mastery. Every move by Noa and Isagi felt like a stroke of genius, leaving fans and analysts speechless.

Second Half:

Isagi ascended. Activating his Meta Vision and Predator Eye, he read the game like a book, shutting down Bastard München's attempts to dominate the midfield. His ability to predict passes and intercept them was flawless.

60th Minute: Isagi scored again, this time a header from a perfect cross by Luna. 2-1.

70th Minute: Isagi's third came after a dribbling display that left two defenders and the goalkeeper sprawling on the grass. 3-1.

Noa, determined not to be outdone, delivered a stunning assist, bringing the score to 3-2.

But Isagi was relentless.

85th Minute: With a free kick from 40 meters out, Isagi bent the ball into the top corner, sealing the game at 4-2.

As the final whistle blew, the stadium erupted in cheers. Re Al Madrid triumphed, and Isagi Yoichi stood at the center of it all. Noel Noa approached him, shaking his hand firmly.

"You're the real deal," Noa said with a rare smile. "Until I beat you, you're number one."

Isagi grinned. "Then I guess you'll be chasing me for a while."

Every major network covered Isagi's stunning farewell. Interviews in multiple languages captured the heart of a young man at the peak of his abilities. When asked about achieving his goal, Isagi laughed, his ruggedly handsome face lighting up with his signature smile.

"Achieved it? No way. This is just the start. Noa and I—we'll fight for that spot until one of us breaks. That's soccer."

Returning to the house, Isagi found Sae waiting with their packed bags. They both glanced around the home that had been their sanctuary, their training ground, and their battlefield of growth.

"Ready?" Sae asked.

"Not really," Isagi admitted, then grinned. "But Japan's waiting."

As they boarded the JFU cruiser bound for Japan, they looked ahead, ready to embrace whatever came next. Their time in Spain had been unforgettable, but their journey was far from over.

The stage was set. Japan was calling.