Blue Lock, Sora

A female-oriented Blue Lock story with an original plot, a funny, lighthearted, healing slice-of-life style, set in the world of Blue Lock. Before the Neo Egoist League officially begins, diamonds need polishing. Laziness is the goal, efficiency is instinct. Ego Jinpachi sat down beside her, dressed in his signature black clothes and holding a tablet. He stayed silent for a few seconds, then spoke. “Crying?” Sora shook her head, then nodded. Ego glanced at her but said nothing. After a moment of silence, Sora suddenly spoke. “Old Hachi.” “Hmm?” “When you first created Blue Lock,” she paused, “did you ever think it might fail?” Ego’s hand stopped for a moment. “I did,” he said, as calmly as if reading a weather report. “Every day.” Sora turned to look at him. In the moonlight, his profile was sharply defined. His eyes, usually so cool and distant, as though they could see through everything, held a rare softness now. “If this plan succeeds,” he continued, “everyone will remember me. If it fails, I’ll be the one who loses everything.” Sora’s heart tightened. “Then why do it?” Ego was silent for a few seconds. “Because some people need it,” he said. “The overlooked geniuses, the young people who never get a chance, the ones who play soccer until they despair but still refuse to give up. They need a path.” He looked toward the distant field, his voice quiet. “I’m laying the road for them. Where it leads is up to them.” Sora’s eyes grew hot again. “Old Hachi,” she said softly. “Hmm?” “You’re our guide, too.”