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The training wing of the Neo Egoist League was never truly silent, but at 2:00 AM, the hum of the air conditioning felt like a death rattle. The lights were dimmed to a low, clinical blue, casting long, distorted shadows across the synthetic turf.
Alexis Ness sat in the center of the pitch, his legs pulled tightly to his chest. He wasn’t crying anymore—he had run out of tears somewhere around midnight—but his chest felt tight, like his lungs were being squeezed by the very Blue Rose tattooed on his neck. Earlier that day, Kaiser had walked past him to congratulate a random Bastard München NPC, eyes sliding right over Ness as if he were made of glass. Vanish, the look had said. And Ness was doing his best to comply.
"You look pathetic," a cold voice echoed from the darkness.
Ness didn’t flinch. He looked up to see Itoshi Rin standing near the goalpost, dripping with sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes were red-rimmed, a stark contrast to the murderous glare he was directed at the ball at his feet. He had been kicking it against the wall for three hours. Every thud sounded like a heartbeat he was trying to stop.
"So do you," Ness whispered back, his voice thin and raspy. "You’re still chasing a brother who thinks you’re lukewarm, aren't you?"
Rin’s jaw tightened, his foot hovering over the ball. Before he could snap back, a soft chime broke the tension. A few yards away, sitting on a bench with his head in his hands, Mikage Reo let out a dry, jagged laugh. His phone was glowing on the turf, displaying a message thread that hadn't seen a reply in days.
Read 4:12 PM.
"We’re a real pathetic bunch of geniuses, aren't we?" Reo asked, looking up. His usual polished charisma was gone, replaced by the hollow exhaustion of a boy who had realized his treasure had found a new vault. "I gave Nagi everything. I gave him a dream. And now he’s treating me like a tutorial level he’s already finished."
Ness looked from Reo’s trembling hands to Rin’s white-knuckled grip on his jersey, and finally down at his own bruised knees. For the first time in Blue Lock, he didn't feel like a side character in someone else's story. He felt the weight of a shared, crushing silence.
"He didn't even say my name," Ness admitted, the confession feeling like a shard of glass in his throat. "I’m just... Kaiser’s shadow. But shadows disappear when the light moves, don't they?"
Reo stood up, picking up his phone and sliding it into his pocket with a decisive click. He walked over to the center of the pitch, standing between the German midfielder and the Japanese striker.
"No more," Reo said, his voice hardening into something sharp and corporate. "No more looking back. No more waiting for a 'good job' that’s never coming."
Rin kicked the ball away, watching it roll into the dark. "What do you suggest, purple-hair? We just stop?"
"I suggest a pact," Reo replied, looking at both of them. "The 'Left Behind' Club. From now on, if I see you running after Kaiser like a kicked dog, I’m tackling you. If Ness sees you staring at Sae’s highlights, he tackles you. And if I so much as look in Nagi’s direction..."
"I’ll break your legs," Rin finished for him, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his face. It wasn't his usual 'disappear' smirk; it was something different. Something human.
Ness wiped his eyes, standing up to join them. For the first time, he didn't feel the urge to look for the Blue Rose. "Deal. Let's make them realize what it’s like when the shadows stop following."
From the shadows of the hallway, a flash of pink hair caught the dim light. Chigiri Hyoma stepped out, his arms crossed over his chest. "You guys are loud," he muttered, though his eyes were soft with a painful sort of understanding. "And if we’re doing this, I’m in. I’m tired of my own heart being a 'miracle' that everyone’s already bored of."
The pact was sealed. No more crying. Only spite. And maybe, just maybe, a little bit of eyeliner.
The transformation didn’t happen overnight, but the symptoms were impossible to ignore. It started on the pitch. During a high-stakes scrimmage between Bastard München and PXG, Noel Noa stood on the sidelines with his arms crossed, his brow furrowing in a way that suggested he was questioning the very laws of physics.
Ness didn’t pass to Kaiser. Not once. He intercepted a ball meant for the King, pivoted with a grace that looked more like a taunt than a play, and sent a laser-accurate cross directly to… Yoichi Isagi?
"What the hell was that, Ness?" Kaiser hissed, his face contorting in a mixture of shock and fury. "That ball was mine."
Ness didn’t flinch. He didn’t apologize. He didn’t even look Kaiser in the eye. He simply wiped a smudge of sweat off his cheek and adjusted his new, slightly sharper hairstyle. "The statistics favored the striker who wasn't currently being marked by three people, Michael. Do keep up."
Kaiser looked like he had been slapped with a wet fish. On the other side of the field, Rin actually scoffed—which, for him, was basically a belly laugh.
The group of four became a group of six during a mandatory rest period in the shared facility lounge. Shidou Ryusei had walked in, intending to start a fight with Rin, only to stop dead in his tracks. He found Rin, Ness, Reo, and Chigiri huddled around a tablet, debating the merits of waterproof mascara versus regular.
"What in the exploding heart is this?" Shidou cackled, leaning over the back of the sofa. "Are the geniuses finally losing their minds? Is the stress finally making you snap?"
"Go away, Shidou," Rin muttered, though he didn't move. "We’re busy."
"Busy with what? Looking pretty?" Shidou grinned, his eyes gleaming with a new kind of mischief. "Count me in! Sae-chan always did say my eyelashes were my best feature. If we're going to be obsessed with people who don't want us, we might as well look divine while doing it."
A small, blonde head popped up from behind Shidou. Charles Chevalier blinked his large eyes, holding a phone with a recording light blinking red. "Oh! Are we making a drama? A tragedy? I love tragedies! But only if the main characters have better outfits."
Reo looked at the two PXG menaces. He looked at Ness, who was actually smiling, and Chigiri, who was already pulling a second makeup bag out of his gym locker. He shrugged. "Fine. But Charles, if you film us, you have to edit out the parts where Ness looks like he's about to check his old messages. It ruins the aesthetic."
"Hey!" Ness protested, though his heart wasn't really in the defense anymore.
The "Break Day" was the final nail in the coffin for Blue Lock’s sanity. While Isagi was busy analyzing tape and Nagi was slumped over a video game, the group hit the streets of Tokyo like a tidal wave of high fashion and unchecked ego.
They went shopping. They went to a cat cafe where Rin spent forty minutes aggressively petting a black cat that looked just as homicidal as he did. They did a photo shoot in the middle of Harajuku that stopped traffic. By noon, Charles had uploaded the first TikTok.
[TIKTOK CLIP]
Audio: A trending, high-energy pop song.
Visual: Chigiri is in the front, doing a perfect hair flip. Behind him, Reo and Ness are laughing while carrying dozens of designer shopping bags. In the back, Shidou is trying to force a pair of sparkly sunglasses onto a visibly vibrating Rin.
Caption: Who needs a King when you have a Kingdom? ✨ #BlueLock #NEL #MovingOn
The comments section exploded within minutes.
@User102: IS THAT ITOSHI RIN SMILING?! I’m calling the police.
@User55: The blonde one—Ness?—is actually so cute when he isn't looking like he's about to cry.
@RandomHater: You guys should be training.
↳ @Official_Shidou: Stay mad, we’re still going to score on your faves while wearing glitter. 💅🔥
(imagine more comments im too lazy to add more, sorry guys)
Back at the Bastard München dorms, Michael Kaiser stared at the screen of his phone until it dimmed to black. He looked at the empty bed across from him, then back at the video of Ness laughing—actually, genuinely laughing—at something Shidou Ryusei had said.
The Blue Rose on his neck felt very, very heavy.
The Blue Lock facility was usually a place of hyper-focus, but now, the air was thick with a very specific kind of tension: collective confusion. It wasn't just that the group was hanging out; it was that they were suddenly unreachable.
In the Manshine City wing, Nagi Seishiro stared at his phone for the hundredth time that hour. For the first time in his life, he was the one sending the double texts.
Nagi: Reo, do you want to play a game?
Nagi: Reo, I’m bored.
Nagi: Reo?
No reply. Not even a "read" receipt. Reo had turned them off. Across the room, Chigiri was humming to himself while applying a luxury face mask, completely ignoring the way Nagi was practically wilting into the floor.
"He’s busy, Nagi," Chigiri said simply, not looking up from his mirror. "We’re going out for dinner with the guys from PXG later. Don't wait up."
Nagi’s eyes widened. "Dinner? With the dragonfly and the lukewarm guy? But... Reo always eats with me."
Chigiri finally looked at him, a sharp, knowing glint in his eyes. "Always is a long time, Nagi. Things change."
The situation in the Bastard München lounge was even more explosive. Michael Kaiser was pacing the length of the room like a caged tiger, his eyes fixed on Ness, who was currently sitting with Hiori Yo.
Ness wasn't looking for Kaiser’s approval. He wasn't hovering with a water bottle or a towel. He was showing Hiori something on his phone, the two of them whispering and laughing about a new brand of hair oil.
"Ness," Kaiser finally snapped, his voice echoing with an edge of desperation. "We have film to review. Get over here."
Ness didn't even flinch. He didn't jump to his feet. He just tilted his head back, giving Kaiser a look of mild, polite boredom. "I’ve already analyzed the data, Michael. I sent the file to Noa’s tablet. If you can’t understand it on your own, perhaps you should ask Isagi to explain it to you."
The entire room went silent. Isagi actually choked on his water. Kaiser looked like he was about to short-circuit, his fingers twitching toward the tattoo on his neck. "You... you’re telling me to ask Yoichi?"
"He has a very high football IQ," Ness said simply, turning back to Hiori. "Anyway, as I was saying, the lavender scent is much better for post-game recovery..."
By 10:00 PM, the "Damage Control" group chat was in a full-blown state of emergency.
GC: THE ABANDONED KINGS
Nagi: Reo is wearing a suit. He looks like a boss. He didn't even say bye to me.
Kaiser: Ness told me to talk to Isagi. I am going to kill someone.
Sae: Why is Rin’s Instagram profile picture a photo of him and Shidou at a crepe shop? What is happening in this facility?
Niko: Charles Chevalier sent me an audio file of him laughing for thirty seconds straight and then hung up.
Kaiser: We need to find them. Now.
The "Abandoned Kings" didn't have to look far. They found the boys in the shared central courtyard, illuminated by the moonlight and the glow of Charles’s professional-grade ring light.
They weren't training. They were sitting in a circle on the grass, sharing a box of expensive pastries that Reo had somehow smuggled in. Rin was actually holding a conversation with Shidou without trying to stab him, and Chigiri was braiding Ness’s hair into something intricate and beautiful.
"Reo!" Nagi called out, stepping forward. "Come back to the room. I want to take a nap."
The group stopped. All of them turned toward the intruders.
Reo didn't stand up. He just leaned back on his elbows, a peaceful, sharp smile playing on his lips. "Sorry, Nagi. I’m a bit busy being my own treasure tonight. Maybe check if Isagi wants to nap with you?"
Ness stood up then, dusting off his pants. He looked at Kaiser—really looked at him—and for the first time, he didn't see a God. He just saw a boy with a loud ego and a very lonely expression.
"Don't look so sour, Michael," Ness said, his voice light and airy. "You always said you wanted to be the best in the world. I’m just giving you the space to do it without me in your way."
As the group stood up to head back to their respective wings, Charles held up his phone, snapping one last photo of the stunned "Kings" standing in the dark.
"That’s a wrap!" Charles chirped, his thumb flying over the screen. "The caption is going to be: Left on read, but feeling legendary."
Rin walked past his brother, Sae, without even pausing. He didn't look for a reaction. He didn't wait for a comment. He just adjusted his jacket and kept walking, his silhouette finally standing tall and independent in the moonlight.