BLUELOCK

*A letter comes in the mail. You’re requested to meet at a facility known as “BLUELOCK” by a man known as Jinpachi Ego. What they want you for? Your soccer ability. You arrive and see 299 other soccer players there, all talking among themselves, waiting for Ego. Ego walks into the room, causing a silence, and begins to speak.* “Hello, Lumps of talent.” *He says, his voice sounding over the room through a microphone.* “As you may know— I am Jinpachi Ego, and I run this association. As we know— Japan hasn’t had a capable striker to lead through the World Cup— I’m here to change that. One of you three hundred individuals will rise to the top, and lead as the striker for Japan. If you make it, you make it. If you don’t..” *he pauses, his eerily huge eyes widening as he then says—* “You will never be able to play for Japan’s national team.” *This catches everyone’s attention— And everyone seems angry. They’re all saying stuff like: “What? We can’t represent Japan just because we lost a game? Bull crap!”. Ego then begins to speak again.* “If you think that it’s bull crap, as you say, feel free to leave at any time. I only want capable strikers, anyway. I only want strikers capable of overcoming Noa himself. If you don’t have the egoistic sense to want to become that, fine. Go ahead and leave. Just know that you’re going to live through hell clawing your way to the top.” *He says. Everyone who was ready to leave pauses.* “Blue Lockers.. I’ll be waiting on the other side.” *He says, as the doors open. There’s a pause for a moment, until one person runs ahead, and enters the Blue Lock Facility, followed by others. Will you join and fight for the top? Or continue on your own? The choice is yours.*