Blue Lock: They All Call Me the Demon King of the Field

Isagi, who had been observing the entire field's movements, quickly assigned everyone's positions, with only the goalkeeper's spot being difficult to decide.

One was Gagamaru Gin, and the other was Iemon, who had always served in that role.

Ultimately, Gagamaru Gin was chosen.

After all, his weapon was his springlike body... As a goalkeeper, he was much better than Iemon. Previously, everyone had just rushed to shoot.

After such a formal selection process.

Everyone was quite satisfied with their position assignments.

Except for a certain sleeping individual, everyone else knew their positions for the next match....

At this moment, Kuyon spoke, "Every person has their own weapon, but not every weapon can be used in a match. The key should be how to effectively use this weapon."

"Bring the weapon onto the field."

"This distribution is fine..."

"But, overall, it's still a scattered mess."

Everyone looked at him. Raichi clearly still held some resentment, as Kuyon had snatched his ball in the previous match.

Isagi, however, stroked his chin and looked at his sketch. "That's true. Our setup looks fine, but the biggest problem has always been there: we are all strikers."

"If we continue to attack as freely as we did in the last match,"

"The outcome will likely be another hard-fought draw, just like the last one."

"We might even lose the match!"

"Do you have any suggestions?" Isagi looked at Kuyon. He had known for a long time that Kuyon's mind was excellent; otherwise, he wouldn't have immediately sided with Ryu when the team was at a disadvantage.

Simply because he wanted to win!

Kuyon stroked his chin and thought for a few seconds. "How about this: let me assign the positions?"

Isagi handed him the notebook.

After a few seconds of thought, Kuyon Wataru began scribbling in the notebook, clearly engrossed in tactical arrangements.

After a while.

Kuyon looked up and said, "I'm calling this tactic 'My Turn Eleven.'"

Upon hearing this, Ryu couldn't help but internally grumble, "How lame."

"[Hahahaha... A genius! So the real naming genius is here!]

[Who let this guy into the literary world? I strongly object!]

[....]"

.....

The time for the next match was not far off.

On the training ground, everyone was playing according to the newly arranged tactics.

It seemed that with a commander, the internal conflicts within the team had lessened. Of course, apart from Raichi's tendency to snatch the ball from Kunigami, everyone else was well-behaved.

"So boring!" Ryu lay on the grass, feeling a bit of a headache. He wished so much that the match would start directly now; only then could he find the pleasure and excitement he craved.

And also become stronger.

Instead of wasting time on training.

At this moment, Isagi sat beside Ryu and asked, "You don't mind if I sit here, do you?"

Ryu glanced at Isagi's preoccupied expression and smiled. "Suit yourself... but it looks like you've come to me with a problem, haven't you?"

After a few seconds of pondering, Isagi nodded. "I want to... ask you how you view your own abilities."

"Earlier, during the last goal, you seemed to tell me that I took your ball with my own ability... You must know something, which is why I want to ask you."

"A price." Ryu's eyes were slightly closed as he directly responded.

"A price?" Isagi didn't react immediately.

Ryu chuckled, "You're not thinking of getting something from me for free, are you?"

"Then you'd better leave quickly..."

Isagi fell silent. "I... don't have anything to give you."

After all, his daily food here was natto. He couldn't possibly promise to give something else when he got stronger or perhaps make empty promises for money?

Ryu thought for a few seconds. "I have an idea. How about I tell you if you agree?"

"What idea?" Isagi felt a bad premonition looking at Ryu.

"Be my support."

Upon hearing this, Isagi's eyes widened. The meaning of being a support was clear: he wanted him to pass the ball.

"I..." Just as he was about to refuse, Isagi suddenly remembered his confident self when he first entered this prison and how that confidence had been slowly destroyed.

He was extremely unwilling... and even more so, he didn't want to leave without learning anything.

Isagi clenched his fist. "Okay... I can be your support, but only for the next match!"

After all, Ryu had only told him about his weapon.

Helping him for one match was already gracious enough.

Ryu sat up, his crimson pupils meeting Isagi's gaze, and teased, "Looks like you're quite obedient."

"But I like it."

"Have you heard the saying? A person's vision isn't just through their eyes, but to see the information the world conveys, it can only be through the eyes."

"What do you mean?" Isagi was a bit confused.

Ryu continued, "Your weapon is spatial perception, or rather, 'information.' By constantly observing the periphery, your eyes transmit all the information on the field into your brain."

"Ultimately, this forms an information chain, and the end of the information chain is scoring a goal."

"The reason you were able to intercept my ball before was by using that information to predict the trajectory of where the ball would land."

"Do you understand?"

Isagi's brain raced. This conversation was like opening up a new world. His feeling at the time was indeed like that; the entire field was clear to him.

That one pass was also like that.

It was as if he could feel which direction was 100% guaranteed to score a goal.

This is "information"?

Information emanating from the field, allowing him to constantly combine equations for scoring... ultimately finding the 'answer' to scoring. Is this my ability?

Spatial perception?

At this moment, Ryu interrupted his thoughts. "Don't think so much. A weapon like this needs to be trained; it can't be suddenly applied on the field overnight."

"Especially for a field rookie like you."

Isagi gave an awkward laugh; he had nothing to retort.

Perhaps in Ryu's eyes, he really was a rookie....

After a moment of silence...

Isagi still couldn't help but ask, "By the way, Ryu, why did you come here?"

"I heard Bachira say... you already possess great strength and could completely participate in the national team tryouts with your own ability."

"Instead of coming here... to compete for spots with people like us."

Ryu lay on the ground, slowly opening his eyes. "To get stronger, does that count?"