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Episode 1: Options
Your knee bounced up and down, looking over the letter once more. One hand resting on the arm rest of the sofa. The other holding the letter out in front of you. With a sigh, running your free hand over your head. The contents of the letter consisted of an invite to a facility by the name of Blue Lock. Although, as the letter stated, the purpose of the facility was for boys soccer, every team does need a manager.
'L/n Y/n, You have been invited into the Blue Lock Manager program along with 100 other girls.'
The message was followed by other information regarding the whereabouts and the time you were to arrive at the set location. However the issue wasn't the location, it was within jogging distance. The issue was... You couldn't quite remember submitting a request to join this manager program, let alone anything to do with Blue Lock whatsoever. Yes you had managing experience, just last year the boys team you managed had won its tournament! Although all you did was sit on the side lines keeping the team positive and hydrated. So why, why would you have ever applied? Why could you not remember this decision being made, let alone sending in a letter or email? Normally, you would have declined immediately, who knows who applied for you and why? But just yesterday your guardian had gotten in your ass about needing to prepare for your future as an adult. Should you accept you could tell them it was to become an official manager of a professional team some day, they do make quite a bit of money. As well as it would show that you were responsible enough to handle yourself without the constant supervision. Taking care of teenage boys was like having a pack of talkative, loud, and angry dogs. You did once, you're sure you could do it again.
Biting the inside of your cheek, the letter explained that you would receive a explanation should you choose to come to the location at the respective time. What the worst that could happen? You don't like what you hear and walk out without a problem, other than a possible lecture on being responsible. Or you like what you hear and agree to join? Either way nothing truly unbearable happens. Folding the letter up and setting it on the side table, you had two days to decide whether you wanted to give this place a chance.
(Time skip brought to you by Noel Noas SHARP eyeliner)
Taking a deep breath as you looked to the building. It was no different than any other building,but it's what it held inside that made you all tingly inside. This could be the chance of a lifetime! Or a complete waste of your time. Walking towards the entrance you noticed two boys, one with blue hair, the other with white as they talked. One seeming much more timid at the idea of this Blue lock program. At least your not alone in that, shaking your head slightly not wanting to eavesdrop you stepped passed them and towards the entrance. Upon entering you were immediately filtered to a separate hallway, watching as others went another way. This did not help settle your confusion and you held your bag closer to you. The man who had led you down the hallway held open a door for you. Hesitantly peeking your head in, you saw a group of women. All spread throughout the room, of all shapes and heights. Different races and different moods. Some wearing sports wear, the others wearing simple sun dresses. You yourself had gone for whatever made you the most comfortable that day. As you stepped in and the man closed the door a girl with blond hair and big yellow eyes jumped in front of you
"Hi!!! My name is Suki Yamori!! Nice to meet you! What's your name!?"
The first thing you noticed about the girl, was how bubbly she was... Well that and just being loud. As the girl waited for your response you looked around the room once more, just for a quick second. Scanning, it seemed as though you must have been the last one and everybody else had either become a loner to themselves or found a group.
"I.. um.. my name Y/n, Y/n L/n."
You spoke, trying to keep your voice down as to coax her into doing the same. You saw Suki open her mouth, but as she did a woman stepped onto stage. Reddish hair pulled back into a bun. She tapped the mic, causing the rest of the room to quiet down. Suki grabbed your arm and pulled you closer towards the stage. Although the contact wasn't exactly welcomed, you made no attempt to back away and just let yourself be shoved in between the other girls.
"Ladies, My name is Anri Teieri. Welcome to Blue lock! You have been hand picked for this program based on your ability to 1, keep your team well., working as a team! 2, for your organization skills and timely functionality, and 3, because of your ability to keep your team moral rates high even in a dire situation. Only about 50 of you actually submitted but in order to have an even playing field we needed 50 more. So for the half of you that are confused, you have now received an answer."
Anri smiled at the crowd, the growing murmurs starting once more. Well, that was part of what your confusion was, and now it was answered.
"I submitted! Did you?"
Suki asked, At least in a whisper yell. She put in some sort of effort in being quiet. You just shook your head as Anri cleared her throat to get the girl's attention back.
"As my coworker in the other room searches for his perfect striker, He will also be searching for the best manager. After all, if he can have his striker in the best hands possible then it will ensure Japan's victory. This experiment will require you ladies to stay in the Blue lock facility and undergo training just as any other athlete. However not as tough. We are looking for your ability to push past and break down whatever differences your team may have with eachother, and to mold them into a well oiled machine-"
She was cut off before she could continue by a talk girl next to you. Her hair must be what caused her attitude, pulled back into a high and tight ponytail.
"What about our periods? And families? As well all I saw when I walked in was boys standing around!? Are they the team we are to deal with!?"
Anri, although surely she must be annoyed, just smiled as she answered.
"Of course anything you need will be provided to you, as for your families... Well it's a price to pay for a chance at being Japans national soccer team manager."
So, it was a direct shot to the top. Whoever got the best scores on making their team work out best was going to the big leagues.
"However should you get 'Locked off' as Ego calls it, you give up any chance at being apart of Japans national sports team in any way. If you read the letter we sent to your respective addresses, it said that it would be a boys team. Boys tend to listen more when it comes to a female in charge, once they prove their worth at least. Regardless, if your team doesn't listen, then you're going to be locked off. So make it work ladies."
As Anri finished her speech the stage behind her seemed to open... 2 large panels sliding to the side. Nobody moved, not daring to even say a word. Either from the shock of the doors or still replaying what she said. You noticed that even the bubbly and seemingly trigger happy Suki next to you was lost for words. Just staring blindly ahead. Your own head whipped around as a short girl with narrow green eyes and pink hair spoke up.
"My team is supposed to go to Nationals!! If this is about being loyal to your team that you helped make then what am I supposed to do!?"
Anri, who was already walking off stage stopped and turned back to the crowd, her smile dropped and replaced with a frown.
"That's up to you. Should you stay loyal I congratulate you, even if you miss out on this amazing opportunity, but should you choose to stay, if your team is as well put together as you Imply, they should be fine without you. No more questions."
With that she walked off stage. The girls went silent, all debating. You as well, still holding your bag closer than ever lost in your head, the only thing that brought you out was the moment next to you. Zoning back in, you watched as Suki took a couple walking steps forward, slowly all the eyes in the room falling to her. Then she broke for it, sprinting to the doors.
She was right to sprint. The chance of a lifetime was only feet ahead of you, and you were even thinking about passing it up!? No way! You quickly followed behind, arms pumping. You heard as girls ran behind you a few passing you but it didn't matter, you would crush them all anyway. You didn't have to be kind or loyal to them, just to your team of 11. That is what mattered, making those 11 work hand in hand to crush anything that came their way.