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Rin had one purpose when coming to Blue Lock. Get stronger in order to defeat his brother. However, it seemed everyone else had very different motivations, very, very different reasons. All Lukewarm by the way. But nevertheless, he didn't care why others played, as they were just stepping stones for him to get stronger and show his older brother how wrong he was about him and their broken dream, not that he cared what his brother thought.
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After passing the second selection first he waited for anyone else to show up. Ego had said to make teams of three. What a mediocre rule. He wouldn't need teammates to surpass everyone to become the best. And after a tremendous time of waiting two others showed up. The first had got to be the most vain person Rin has ever met. And way to obsessed with form. I mean who keeps hair that long and paints their nails to play soccer?! The second was a complete 360. Short hair and an absolute bull physically. However, despite the strenght, the dude was an absolute coward. He jolted at everything. And stuttered over the most basic of words! Rin had half the mood to punch him if he stuttered an 'I' one more time. Since they were clearly the least burdensome, he teamed up with them. And as more players came and went, he quickly became annoyed by their fixation on avoiding them like the plague. Until 3 players decided to go against them right off the bat. And Rin quickly assessed them one by one.
The blondie with far too much energy and craziness for his liking. The white hair guy that constantly looked like he rolled out of bed. And the ahoge. Rin's nose wrinkled. How incompetent do you have to be to have hair like *that*? All falling down. And then a damn sprout on top of your head. And they stank. Well in truth everyone in Blue lock smelled like a gym locker room. It's like they were cavemen with no knowledge of showers and deodorant.
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He hadn't expected any other outcome than him winning. What he hadn't expected was Mr.Ahoge to try and read him. Who did this lukewarm piece of garbage think himself to be? He was at average at best, and trying to outdo him! Him! But now it was time to pick a player, both of his teammates wanted the schizo. And since he had no objections he ended up tagging along. After all, who he travelled alongside didn't matter. He was better than all of these lukewarms.
Once near the end there was the first problem to arrise. Not from his perfect skills. Of course not. But rather from the fact no one wanted to pay them. What cowardly pricks. He felt like clawing his ears off from how much his new teammate, which he learned to be Bachira, was blowing his eardrums from how much he was talking.
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He hadn't expected Mr. Hassleman and ahoge to return. At least not both of them anyway. He had fully expected one to get locked off or for them to learn their lesson and not challenge them again
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He… He actually outplayed him. He saw a future he didn't… How could he deafeat his brother if Isagi had defeated him after seeing him play twice, considering his brother had seen him play since the beginning. How could he become the best and prove his brother he was wrong about him nd that he's not just his little brother…? The thoughts were racing as his face remained an icy, neutral mask of indifference after the initial shock wore off. After all, he wasn't going to give this egoist the satisfaction of a reaction, not in a million years.
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It didn't matter in the long run. He was still better. But now he actually felt something he never thought he'd feel in regards to another player- intrigue. He chose him. Not like it altered anything. They were done. That had been the last match. They would never play on the same team again, surely.
And as his team walked through the winner's gate, he knew none of them would become better than him, but perhaps not every stepping stone in Blue lock was completely lukewarm like he had originally thought