Abel shrugged and could only helplessly glance at Ryosuke Kira.
His eyes filled with fighting spirit, "OK, let's leave it at that for now."
"Anyway, with your strength, we'll meet on the world stage sooner or later, right?"
Ryosuke Kira also smiled, "Next time won't be a draw; I'll definitely be the one to win."
"Those are my lines, you damn white-haired kid."
Through this match,
Abel's impression of Ryosuke Kira improved significantly. In a country like Japan, where strikers were scarce, an existence not weaker than his own had emerged, which filled him with ecstasy.
No wonder the discerning Mr. Skogley had taken notice of him.
While the two conversed fluently in English, Skogley extinguished his cigarette butt, tidied his appearance, and then stepped onto the sacred green pitch in his heart.
He came before Ryosuke Kira.
With admiration in his eyes, he said, "You've done very well to grow to this point on your own."
Saying this, he took a towel from a nearby ball boy and tossed it to Ryosuke Kira, while also saying to Burancho, who was following behind him, "Mr. President, please find him a bathroom. I think he should have a comfortable hot shower so we can properly discuss the next topics."
Burancho's face lit up with joy upon hearing this.
He quickly said it was no problem, and at the same time, rubbed his hands, directing the service staff not far away to lead Ryosuke Kira to the bathroom for a shower.
Ryosuke Kira glanced at Skogley with a strange look.
He hadn't expected the other party to have such sharp eyesight, noticing that after using Perfect Imitation, his muscle soreness was very severe. Although his facial expressions were well-managed, the sweat pouring down his back like rain couldn't be faked.
This was also a bit helpless.
Physically, the Europeans were relatively stronger.
Abel's workload on the field was not much lower than his, yet the other party barely broke a sweat.
In a 90-minute football match to determine the winner,
to be able to stay on the field until the very end, the most important thing was a contest of physical stamina and willpower.
The service staff led him to a luxuriously decorated private suite.
After finding the shower room, they meticulously added, "Sir, there are cold packs in the room's refrigerator. You can use them after you dry off and cool down."
Saying this, he pointed to a button on the wall, "That's the call bell. When you're done washing up, you can call me, and I'll take you to see the BOSS."
The BOSS he referred to was likely Burancho.
Ryosuke Kira nodded.
After sending off the service staff, he enjoyed a refreshing hot shower.
In his mind, he recalled the previous match with Abel and the others, their movements and awareness began to reorganize like scattered data.
Perfect Imitation was analyzing their abilities.
And replicating them.
It's just that this process seemed to be a bit long.
He had a feeling that if he had another chance to get close to Abel and the others and practice with them more, the progress might be faster.
Especially… Mir Micheles' Super Vision.
Their confrontation time was very short, and he wasn't clear exactly how far Mir Micheles could see.
But from their first encounter, he had predicted the future after his Emperor's Eye's prediction, so it seemed quite well-developed.
If he could fully imitate it, it would definitely bring about a qualitative improvement.
He spent half an hour in the shower.
Then, exhausted, he lay on the soft, large bed.
In Blue Lock, they all slept on hard beds, making it impossible to truly relax.
Once his body temperature had stabilized,
Ryosuke Kira opened the refrigerator. Besides cold drinks, there were also ice packs, and he didn't hesitate to use them all.
He took them out and used them one by one.
Anyway, the fat guy had plenty of money and wouldn't care about these small things.
It was two hours later when the service staff led him to the reception room.
In the luxuriously decorated reception room, Burancho sat at the head of the table, drinking coffee with Skogley, leaning back on an exquisite leather sofa and talking.
Seeing Ryosuke Kira,
Burancho's eyes were sparkling, as if he was looking at a god of wealth.
"You've come at a good time, Ryosuke."
"What would you like to drink? Coffee? Milk? Or beer?"
Looking at the other party's somewhat mischievous and encouraging expression, Ryosuke Kira sat down in a corner of the sofa, neither humble nor arrogant, and raised his hand to refuse, "No thank you, Mr. President."
"Alright."
Burancho didn't insist. He looked at Skogley next to him and chuckled, "Ryosuke, you performed very well this time."
"Facing Abel, the 'Devil Child' of AC Milan's youth academy, you fully demonstrated your superb football skills."
"Mr. Skogley and I both have high hopes for you."
Skogley put down his coffee and continued, "Exactly. Your outstanding individual performance, in my opinion, is extremely rare throughout Japan."
"But at the same time, I also found a common problem with you."
When he mentioned shortcomings, his expression became serious.
This was his occupational habit: while grasping the opponent's weaknesses, he could appropriately lower the price, which aligned with the interests of a shrewd businessman.
Although he was not a businessman,
a scout also has the obligation to help the club gamble on future stars at the most reasonable price.
Ryosuke Kira knew what he wanted to say and preemptively said, "Is it static talent, right?"
Skogley was stunned. At this innocent age, youngsters were often full of arrogance and easily overlooked their own shortcomings. He hadn't expected Ryosuke Kira to not only pay attention to it but also to directly put it on the table.
The look of admiration in his eyes grew stronger.
"That's right."
He nodded, "Your off-ball movement, goal-scoring awareness, long shots, dribbling, and other diverse talents perfectly align with the attributes of a striker."
"However, your physique is still too weak."
"In high-intensity confrontations, you will easily run out of steam. When you run on the field and experience various drawbacks due to oxygen deprivation from your body nearing its limit, they will all manifest, becoming a weak point for the team."
"Therefore, you still need systematic training."
At this point, he paused.
He suddenly stood up and spread his palms, as if returning to the scene at AC Milan, and said with extreme confidence, "As one of the Serie A giants, we possess the most advanced sports equipment in the world, along with the best fitness coaches and nutritionists."
"Strongest! Cultivate! Strongest!"
Skogley's pupils glowed with an intense light. He extended his hand, "Join us."
"Do you also want to become an outstanding prodigy like Abel Yulsey, the 'Devil Child,' and be talked about by the world?"
"Blue Lock is too small."
"Ryosuke, don't be a caged bird. Only by joining us can your brilliance shine upon the world."
Burancho, as if hearing heavenly music, bit his fingers, wishing he could immediately agree on behalf of Ryosuke Kira.