The rapid click-click of camera shutters ricocheted through the studio, each flash bursting against the polished set in white.
Under the glare of stage lights, three figures stood at the center of it all—sharp, striking, and composed like they were born for this moment.
Their tailored suits clung perfectly to their frames, exuding luxury and power; their dark shades reflected the blinding lights like mirrors, giving them the slick aura of celebrities.
Chris Prince stood in the middle. His posture was regal yet effortless, chin raised slightly, a smirk dancing on his lips with his usual confidence.
To his left and right, Isagi Yoichi and Reo Mikage mirrored his stance, each adding their own distinct energy to the frame.
Isagi's gaze cut through the lenses with quiet confidence, the afterglow of his recent triumph still simmering beneath the surface. Reo, by contrast, radiated suave charm with a casual grin.
"Perfect! Over here, Isagi—yes, that's the one! Hold it!"
The ad director's animated voice sliced through the chorus of shutter clicks.
"Beautiful! Reo, chin up a little—yes, yes, that's perfect! Chris, give me that signature grin!"
The trio shifted effortlessly from pose to pose. Smooth transitions. Flashes of intensity and elegant nonchalance.
In between, they delivered lines for the commercial, their voices blending seamlessly with the upbeat background music.
Originally, this shoot was supposed to be Chris Prince's stage alone. A solo campaign—a global spotlight befitting the glamorous superstar.
But the last match had changed everything.
The script was rewritten overnight.
Isagi's brilliance had been undeniable. A dazzling performance—two assists, one spectacular goal, and a level of field control that had left even veterans stunned. He'd walked away as Man of the Match, and more importantly, as the new centerpiece of Blue Lock's rising legend.
Reo, meanwhile, had played the role of the tactician and the artist simultaneously. His pinpoint assist, paired with a string of vital interceptions, had shifted the game's momentum when it mattered the most.
Their rise wasn't hype.
It was a fact.
And the producers knew it.
What had started as a Chris Prince solo campaign had evolved into a marketing gold—three stars, three different energies, one explosive frame.
A global icon flanked by two meteoric risers.
Every flash of the camera, every perfectly timed grin, was worth millions.
Somewhere behind the camera, executives were drooling at the sound of money flowing in.
At the final snap of the camera, the director clapped his hands together once, loudly, signaling the end.
"And that's a wrap! Good job, you guys!"
He said cheerfully. He gave them a satisfied nod before striding off to review the footage with his crew, leaving the three players alone under the dimming stage lights.
As the buzz of production slowly began to disperse, a sudden awkward silence settled between them.
Reo stood there, shoulders relaxed but eyes shifting nervously between Isagi and Chris Prince.
Isagi, normally quick with a tease or a grin, wasn't saying anything either—not because he was uncomfortable, but because he was watching Chris.
And Chris… was silent.
For someone like Chris Prince, silence was unnatural. His entire personality was built around being loud, flashy, and larger than life, every moment an opportunity to showcase his star power.
But right now, his silence hung heavy, his usual sparkle dimmed ever so slightly.
They both knew why.
The last match had been a stage where Chris was aiming to shine against Noa. But instead, Isagi had stolen a massive chunk of that spotlight—through sheerbrilliance, dominance, and audacity.
The cameras hadn't followed Chris that night. They'd followed Isagi.
Both Reo and Isagi slowly turned their heads toward him.
Chris stood between them, staring straight ahead, jaw set, expression unreadable beneath his usual confident mask.
"Umm… it went gre—"
Reo tried to break the tension with an awkward laugh, scratching his cheek. But he didn't get the chance to finish.
Chris suddenly pivoted toward Isagi, and in an instant, that trademark grin was back—sharp, intense, competitive. His hand shot up and landed firmly on Isagi's shoulder, the grip tight enough to make the gesture feel less like camaraderie and more like a challenge.
"Hey, Isagi."
Chris said, his voice low but charged with energy.
"Let's settle the score in the next World Cup."
The air shifted.
The awkwardness cracked, replaced by a surge of competitive electricity between the two.
Isagi's lips curved into a grin, his eyes lighting up. He'd been waiting for that.
"Yeah,"
He replied, tone light but teasing.
"A kid one-upping a superstar wouldn't look good for you, right?"
The jab hit exactly where it hurt.
Chris's grin twitched into something more aggressive as he leaned in closer, eyes narrowing. He couldn't let that slide.
"Hah! It was a tie!"
He shot back, almost defensively. He whipped his finger toward Reo, his voice rising as the heat got to him.
"If it weren't for this brat, I would've crushed you on my own!"
Reo blinked, caught completely off guard.
"Wait—what did I do?!"
He blurted, hands half-raised.
The staff nearby exchanged confused glances. Some were even staring at Chris with raised eyebrows—the global superstar throwing a mini tantrum on set wasn't exactly what they expected.
Realizing he was attracting attention, Chris cleared his throat sharply and straightened his suit, slipping back into his composed persona.
"Ahem. Pardon me,"
He said, his tone regaining its smoothness.
"I got a bit… flustered. You're quite rude, Isagi, so I couldn't help myself."
Isagi chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the reaction. He lifted a hand and began smacking Chris's shoulder, deliberately casual, which only made Chris's jaw tighten more as he forced himself to keep his cool.
"Don't worry, Chris,"
Isagi said, eyes glinting with mischief.
"Everybody has some low points."
Chris exhaled slowly through his nose. He was holding it together—but barely.
Then Isagi's tone shifted. The playful teasing faded, replaced by something sharp.
"Either way,"
He said, his grin still there but his voice dropping into something more intense,
"just like you said…"
His eyes locked onto Chris's with unwavering focus.
"Let's settle the score in the World Cup."
The challenge hung in the air.
Chris's grin returned—this time more fierce.
He mirrored Isagi's expression, his competitive fire reigniting fully.
For a brief moment, the two stood facing each other like rivals, equals on the world stage, their shared ambition lighting up the space between them.
Reo watched from the side, momentarily forgotten.
And as he looked at them, something clicked in his memory.
It reminded him of the Third Selection, when they had faced off against the World Five. Back then, even as a rising player, Isagi had stood toe-to-toe with the best, challenging them without flinching.
And now, here he was again—locking eyes with Chris Prince, one of the world's brightest stars—as an equal.
The atmosphere was heavy, thrilling, electric.
The real stage wasn't this studio.
It was the World Cup, and both of them knew it.
After the shoot wrapped up, the trio finally parted ways and returned to their respective wings.
Isagi strolled down the corridor of the Bastard München facility, the quiet hum of the lights above mixing with the distant sounds of drills and voices from the training rooms.
He ran a hand through his slightly styled hair, exhaling a small laugh to himself.
'I didn't think I'd get dragged into a shoot like that'
He thought.
It had been unexpectedly fun. The flashing cameras, the director's energy, the fancy suits—it reminded him of the past, back before he was pulled into this chaotic Blue Lock world.
Back then, he wasn't a globally known player. He was a talented but ordinary player who occasionally landed a commercial gig or two. Cheap shoots. Local campaigns. He wasn't a star, but he was good-looking enough and charismatic enough to get by.
Doing it again now, after everything, gave him a strange sense of nostalgia.
And in a way, it was… refreshing.
"Hey, Mr. 250 Mil! How was the shoot?"
A familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
From his right, Kurona, Hiori, and Naruhaya emerged from the training room together, towels draped over their shoulders, still slightly flushed from their drills.
Hiori was the one smiling.
Isagi turned to them with a bright, relaxed smile.
"It went great."
Naruhaya, who had looked absolutely drained just moments ago, perked up the instant he saw Isagi. His eyes lit up, and he straightened his posture like a switch had been flipped.
"Isagi! Looking sharp, my man."
He said with an exaggerated finger-gun gesture.
Isagi blinked at the sudden compliment, chuckling awkwardly.
"Thanks…"
Hiori, walking alongside Kurona with his usual smile, chimed in.
"That's the afterglow of 250 million yen worth, y'know."
Isagi rolled his eyes lightly, shrugging.
"It's not that big a deal."
But before he could take another step, two sharp elbows jabbed him in the sides simultaneously.
"Really~?"
Hiori said, eyebrow raised.
"That smile on your face says something else."
"Yup, yup."
Kurona added in a singsong tone, clearly enjoying himself.
Caught red-handed, Isagi couldn't keep up the cool front. His grin broke wider, a genuine laugh escaping him.
He had been just as happy about that staggering amount. The number still echoed in his head like a surreal melody.
Ever since the rankings were announced, his phone had been buzzing nonstop.
Congratulatory messages from his parents, overflowing with pride, had nearly brought a lump to his throat when he first read them.
And then there was Anri, practically spamming his inbox with excited messages, her enthusiasm radiating through every word. Seeing her so thrilled made the victory even sweeter.
All of it—the recognition, the pride, the sheer disbelief—had wrapped around him like a warm, giddy haze.
Yeah, he could shrug it off all he wanted in front of Kurona and Hiori, but deep down, he was over the fricking moon.
Their laughter still echoed faintly in the corridor when the door to the training room slid open.
Out stepped Yukimiya.
His shirt clung to him with sweat, his breathing heavy — the clear sign of someone who had been pushing himself to his absolute limit. His usual calm expression was replaced by something more guarded… a simmering frustration just barely kept under control.
The brief sound of his footsteps filled the hall.
As he lifted his gaze, his eyes briefly met Isagi's.
For a second, neither spoke. The air between them seemed to tighten — a flash of unspoken emotion passing through Yukimiya's eyes.
But then he turned his head away, jaw tightening, and walked off without a word.
The sound of his sneakers against the floor slowly faded down the hall, leaving behind a silence that felt heavier than before.
The four who remained — Isagi, Kurona, Hiori, and Naruhaya — watched his back until he disappeared around the corner.
"…He's been training pretty hard since then."
Naruhaya muttered quietly, the admiration clear beneath his casual tone.
Isagi didn't respond, but his expression softened slightly.
"I'm gonna train too."
Naruhaya suddenly said, straightening his posture.
His expression turned brighter — driven. The slump from before was gone, replaced by a sharp glint in his eyes.
"I'm definitely gonna play in the next match!"
He declared, voice echoing as he jogged into the training room, his energy reignited.
Hiori watched him go, smiling faintly.
"Guess we'll hit it as well."
He said, rolling his shoulders as he turned toward the door.
"Totally."
Kurona agreed, following close behind.
That left Isagi standing alone in the corridor for a moment longer.
He exhaled slowly, glancing down the hall where Yukimiya had gone. Then he looked at the training room door — the same one his teammates had just disappeared through.
"Yeah…"
He murmured to himself, lips curving into a small smile.
'Time to change out of the suit.'
His pulse hadn't slowed since the match.
Even now, hours later, the rush still clawed at his insides—an unrelenting hunger that refused to fade.
He needed to move.
As he walked down the dim corridor, he reached up and tugged loose his tie. The soft whisper of fabric slid through the silence.
His grin widened.
There had been plenty of declarations before—bold claims, ambitions, promises screamed into the sky by every ego that Blue Lock had ever birthed.
But this time was different.
For the first time, Isagi could feel it.
Not in words.
But deep, deep in his bones.
It pulsed through his veins like electricity, burned in his chest like fire, every heartbeat whispering the same truth over and over again:
He could do it.
He could carve his name into the world, not just as another prodigy—but as something far greater.
He could plunder his way among the legends.
His footsteps echoed through the hallway, steady and confident, the tie now hanging loose around his neck.
And with that same calm, unwavering grin, he whispered to himself—
"I'm going to stand at the pinnacle of the world…"
His eyes narrowed, the reflection of the facility lights gleaming in them like twin stars.
"…as the best player to ever exist in football."
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BLUE LOCK TV: GLOBAL TRENDING SPECIAL!!!
TOP 5 MOST POPULAR VIDEOS — WORLDWIDE!
Blue Lock TV, or BLTV, has officially taken over the world by storm!
What began as a live-streaming project for Neo Egoist League has now evolved into a global phenomenon — streaming not just the matches, but the daily lives, rivalries, and training sessions of the most eccentric strikers alive.
In a matter of weeks, BLTV has become the biggest sports-entertainment platform on the planet, dominating every trending chart imaginable.
And with the recent explosive showdown between Bastard München vs. Manshine City, viewership has skyrocketed to record-breaking numbers — surpassing even the frenzy after the League's first match!
So without further ado...
Here are the Top 5 Most Popular Videos on BLTV, ranked by total global views!
5th Place
[Neo Egoist League: Full Scope]
130 MILLION VIEWS!
The world stopped to listen when General Director Ego Jinpachi took the stage.
His grand speech unveiling the true scale and purpose of the Neo Egoist League left millions speechless.
He spoke of ambition without limits, evolution through rivalry, and a plan that could reshape football's very foundation.
Clips of his declaration flooded social media, sparking debate, outrage, and awe in equal measure.
"The World's football fans... are anxiously awaiting the birth of a hero."
That single line became the most quoted moment in BLTV history.
4th Place
[Reo Mikage's Audacious Dribble and Incredible Assist]
170 MILLION VIEWS!
This clip immortalized his fearless duel with Isagi and his outrageous solo dribble that split the field wide open.
Viewers across the globe praised the elegance of his movement — confidence meeting creativity — culminating in an assist so perfectly timed that even veteran analysts couldn't stop replaying it.
3rd Place
[Isagi Yoichi vs. Lavinho]
230 MILLION VIEWS!
The clash that shook the NEL.
A bold challenge from Blue Lock's rising genius, Isagi Yoichi, against the Brazilian maestro Lavinho — a duel that captured the raw heart of ego itself.
Every touch from Isagi defied expectation. The world watched as the upstart striker defeated one of the sport's greatest entertainers at his own game.
Fans still debate whether Lavinho was playing seriously — but one thing's certain:
Isagi's victory became a defining moment of Blue Lock's second phase.
2nd Place
[Isagi vs. Chris Prince]
380 MILLION VIEWS!
The most electrifying head-to-head in Blue Lock yet.
After a relentless back-and-forth on the pitch, Chris Prince, the World's No.2, challenged Isagi Yoichi to a duel — on Isagi's own terms.
The crowd held its breath as two footballing philosophies collided:
Chris's radiant playstyle versus Isagi's raw, instinct-driven freedom.
The world watched as Isagi outplayed Chris Prince with a Sombrero Flick, bypassing the World's No.2.
"You made a mistake, No.2… facing me my way never ends well."
That line broke the internet, quoted endlessly as fans around the world hailed it as the moment Isagi Yoichi became a symbol of liberation — the embodiment of free, fearless football.
Even Reo's soaring interception at the end, sealing the duel as one of the most thrilling ever seen.
1st Place
[Isagi Yoichi Declares War Against the World's No.1]
500 MILLION VIEWS!
The scene that shook not just Blue Lock — but the entire world of football.
In a dimly lit analysis room, Isagi Yoichi stood before Noel Noa, the World's No.1 striker.
What began as a tactical conversation turned into something far greater — a declaration of intent.
When Noa asked him what he visualized against him, Isagi didn't hesitate.
He simply smiled — and answered.
"There are multiple scenarios I can imagine… where I beat you."
The internet erupted.
Clips of the moment flooded social media, with fans dubbing it the "Declaration of War."
It wasn't arrogance — it was conviction.
The moment a rising player dared to challenge the throne itself.
From that grin to his casual exit, every second became legendary.
In under 24 hours, the clip hit 500 million views, surpassing even the match highlights.
The world had witnessed something special:
The day Isagi Yoichi challenged the World's No.1 — and the era of fearless football truly began.
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