A movie theater appeared out of nowhere, gathering everyone from Blue Lock, Bastard Munchen, PXG, FC Barcha, Re Al, Manshine City, Brazil, and England beneath the same sky screen.
What played on the sky screen was a world none of them had ever seen.
In that world was a girl who didn't exist in their timeline.
Daisy. Chinese-Japanese mixed heritage, 159 cm tall, with a 3:7 side part and curtain bangs, an asymmetrical princess cut on the left, drooping, world-weary eyes, close-set eyes, visible lower sclera, a small mole on the tip of her nose, and a canine tooth hidden at the corner of her lips. She used to be Bastard's analyst. Now she's Blue Lock's liaison on the outside, the link between Jinpachi Ego and the players.
She follows the same three-point routine every day. She's seen the game from the midfield, goalkeeper, and striker's perspectives, and watches the whole field from the stands. She speaks like she's reading a weather report and curses like she's writing poetry. She can't tell the difference between a ten-yuan and a twenty-yuan bill, walks with a lopsided gait, and her ringtone is "Son, I'm Your Dad." She has a pack of genius boys completely under her thumb, and Kiyora Jin calls her Blue Lock's biggest puppeteer.
Beneath the sky screen, everyone watches her tactics, her sharp tongue, her clumsiness, and her kindness. They laugh until they pound the floor and fall silent, speechless. Some are seen through, while others are healed.
And above the sky screen, she never knows that people in another world are watching her.
A viewing experience about soccer, youth, bonds, and the "one and only correct answer" begins.
