انا في بلو لوك

My name is Asaf Shinji, I'm 15 years old, 1.80m tall, and I have millions of followers because of my good looks. I don't believe in fate… or luck.

I simply believed that the world doesn't give anyone a second chance.

And I was convinced that my dream of playing football died a year ago, the moment I lost the match that could have changed my life.

That night, I sat on the roof of my house, the whole city at my feet, the cold biting my face.

I took out my phone, scrolling through old photos of me playing… smiling, shouting, running as if the whole world was mine.

I pressed on the photo for a long time, a voice inside me saying:

Delete it… there's no point in clinging to what's over.

But before I could, a strange notification popped up on the screen, unsigned by any app:

"You've been selected. Prepare to enter Project Blue Lock."

I froze.

I looked around… no one.

I went back to the screen.

The notification was still there, flickering with a faint blue light.

"What is this nonsense?"

As soon as my finger touched the screen… light exploded.

I couldn't feel my body.

There was a force pulling me from every direction, distant voices, footsteps, overlapping whispers… then silence.

I opened my eyes suddenly.

I found myself standing inside a huge hall, white floor, high walls, and air so cold it was almost unbearable.

Around me… dozens of players, looking at me like I was an intruder.

Then I heard his voice.

A man's voice, steady, cold, and intimidatingly confident:

"Welcome… you losers."

I turned around.

There stood a tall, thin man, with sharp eyes and a mocking smile.

Ego Genpachi.

I couldn't believe it.

Am I… really in the world of Blue Lock?

Is this real?

He continued in his dry voice:

"From this moment on… there are no friendships. There is no mercy. You are here to become the best striker in the world, or to be crushed underfoot by those better than you."

I couldn't even breathe.

Suddenly, a player's hand shook my shoulder hard:

"You! Where did you come from? I've never seen you before!"

He was a young man slightly taller than me, with dark hair and narrow eyes.

I didn't know how to answer.

Should I tell them the truth? "I was pulled from the real world and brought here"?

They would think I was crazy.

Before I could speak, another player joined the conversation.

His hair was silver, his eyes half-closed, and his features unsettlingly calm.

Naga Seishiro.

He looked at me lazily and said in a monotone voice:

"It doesn't matter… if he's weak, he'll evaporate after the first test."

I swallowed hard.

I was actually trembling… not from fear, but from shock. Ego suddenly raises his hand:

"The first test starts now."

The doors open behind him onto an indoor court.

The players all move toward him… while I stand still.

One of them turns to me as he runs:

"If you're going to stay like this… you'd better go home."

But… I don't have a home to go back to.

Not anymore.

I take a deep breath, lift my head, and clench my fists.

If this is the world I came into… then I'll fight in it.

Until the very last moment.

And I walk toward the court.

There… my real story begins