"The rule only forbids using your hands, right? That means kicking people is allowed."
Bachira Meguru seemed to be sleeping, but in reality, he had heard all the rules.
"Hey, I hate dirty tricks. Let's have a fair and square contest."
Kunigami Rensuke placed a hand on Bachira's shoulder, strongly disapproving of his action of kicking someone. This guy, who would later be transformed into a cold, goal-scoring machine, was currently a player overflowing with a sense of justice, insisting on a fair fight to determine the winner.
"Are you some kind of self-righteous prick?"
Bachira was unrestrained. Like his style of play, he was always so free, unbound by tradition and worldly conventions.
Tendou still did not move.
A room of 12 people, with one eliminated, would leave exactly 11, enough to form a team. Ego Jinpachi was constantly reminding the 300 participants of the cruelty of the football world.
BAM!
While the two were arguing, Igarashi Gurimu had already targeted Kunigami Rensuke, taking the opportunity to kick the ball in his face. The name on the screen immediately changed, and Kunigami became "it."
"You bastard! Watch me take you out!"
The self-righteous hero instantly flew into a rage. He hated underhanded cowards who launched sneak attacks the most. The next second, he kicked back.
All of this happened in an instant; many people didn't have time to react, including Isagi Yoichi. By the time he came to his senses, the treacherous Igarashi had grabbed him and was using him as a human shield.
BAM!
Isagi was hit by the ball and became the new "it." He coughed, feeling the full force of Kunigami's kick.
"Damn it! I've been hit!"
After being hit, Isagi's first thought wasn't to blame Igarashi, but to check the remaining time in this game of tag. Less than a minute left! He had no time to blame others. Not wanting it to end like this, he immediately got up with the ball to "tag" someone.
But after what had just happened, everyone else understood that this game was no joke, and they all started to run away.
Isagi chased for a while, feeling the terrifying athletic ability of the others, then turned his gaze back to the "monk." In the chaos, Igarashi Gurimu fell to the ground, hit by Bachira who had been thrown by Kunigami.
Isagi's chance had come.
He dribbled the ball in front of Igarashi, who had nowhere to hide and could only beg for mercy.
I can win. If I calm down.
As long as I kick this ball, I can stay.
At this moment, Isagi's expression turned cold. The sadist cells hidden in his body suddenly came to life. He was going to personally bury this guy's future!
But...
If I eliminate this guy and barely survive, what's the difference between me and him?
The seed that Ego Jinpachi had planted in his heart sprouted rapidly at this moment. Isagi, who had vowed to become the world's number one, did not choose the easy target, Igarashi Gurimu, but instead turned to find someone stronger than himself.
"I like your style!"
Just as Isagi turned around, he was met by Bachira Meguru's wide grin.
"If we're gonna do it, we should definitely pick the strongest one, right?"
Clap!
Bachira immediately took off. Before Isagi could react, he proactively stole the ball from him. And Bachira's target was none other than Tendou, who had been left "unbothered" from the very beginning. His innate football instinct made him choose Tendou, not the higher-ranked Kira Ryosuke.
"BOOM!" he laughed loudly and blasted the ball in Tendou's direction.
BAM!
The ball whistled through the air, its speed definitely exceeding 100 km/h.
Almost simultaneously.
The moment Bachira kicked the ball towards Tendou, a pitch-black monster suddenly erupted from behind Tendou. It silently mocked Bachira before surging towards him.
Bachira instantly felt a bone-chilling cold sweep through his entire body. There was fear, but also excitement. He mumbled, "A monster?!"
BAM!
At that same moment, the ball hit the steel locker behind Tendou. He wasn't hit; he had twisted his body to dodge it.
The next second, in front of everyone in the room and the audience watching in the real world, Tendou finally moved. His speed was incredible. Like a lurking beast suddenly launching an attack, he rose to his full height, took a step, and burst forward with extreme speed to chase the rebounding ball.
And the time... there were only 4 seconds left!
In the control room, Ego Jinpachi and Anri Teieri were watching everything in the room.
"Someone once said that in the world of football, first-class goalkeepers, defenders, and even midfielders can be trained. Only strikers cannot be trained."
"Because a creature like a first-class striker will instinctively appear wherever the battle on the pitch is most fierce."
This wasn't entirely true, but those world-class strikers were always so different!
An exciting background music began to play. The audience, who had been listening to boasts for an entire episode, finally got excited, filled with anticipation for the next scene.
Tendou did not let them down.
Under Isagi's gaze, Tendou's body once again emitted the same dazzling light as in the match against Kokuo. He shot out like a beam of light, caught up to the ball in mid-air, and soared like an eagle spreading its wings.
The next second.
BAM!
Tendou fully extended his right leg in mid-air, and with a powerful, heavy kick, he volleyed the ball...
BOOM!
The moment the ball was kicked, it was deformed and bent by the excessively powerful force.
SWISH!
The ball tore through the air, whistling as it ruthlessly flew towards Bachira.
Bachira ducked his head sharply. The ball practically grazed his hair as it flew past, crashing into Igarashi Gurimu behind him.
"Hmph!" Tendou calmly stared at the monk. "My team doesn't need useless trash. Your life ends here!"
He knew that the final 11 people left in the room would form a team to compete against other teams. Since that was the case, it was natural to eliminate the most useless one.
However.
Perhaps due to excessive fear, Igarashi Gurimu's feet got tangled while he was running away. He fell with a thud, miraculously dodging the ball.
The ball ultimately hit someone else.
"Hmm?"
This guy.
This result was beyond Tendou's expectations.
Strong luck? What... an irrational thing.
Tendou landed smoothly. This was a result that not even his Six Eyes could capture.
Oh!
BEEP!
The sound of the ball hitting and the whistle signaling the end of the game rang out one after the other. The last person to be eliminated turned out to be Kuon Wataru.
The moment the ball hit him, he was sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of saliva. But right now, he wasn't concerned with the burning pain in his body, but with the countdown that had already reached zero.
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap~
Ego Jinpachi appeared on the screen again, clapping his hands to congratulate the players.
"Congratulations, you uncut gems of strikers. Here, results are everything."
"Now then, the loser can get lost on his own. Kuon Wataru, you are eliminated!"
His 36-degree mouth spoke words colder and more ruthless than ten-thousand-year-old ice, without a trace of warmth.
Kuon Wataru thought about the consequences of being eliminated and couldn't accept it.
"Are you kidding me?! Based on this kind of method, this kind of game, on what grounds can you decide my life?!" he roared, his whole body trembling. "What does this game... have to do with football at all!"
Ego Jinpachi had anticipated this. Such things had already happened in other rooms during the game. He said, "In Blue Lock, there is nothing that is unrelated to football."
"Look around you carefully, you elite mortals. The size of this room is the same as the penalty area."
"Do I need to explain further? Over 70% of goals in a football match happen inside the penalty area. Anyone who can't handle the ball well in there has no talent to be a striker!"
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