Self-Serving Football RPG

After you conquered basketball, your confidence soared, and you decided to try your hand at other sports. That's how you came across soccer. [You became a soccer player. Just as you were preparing to make your mark, you were told you were going to prison, so you decided to, ] You: Break out of prison! I'm breaking out! [Escaping prison is impossible, because you have a great dream: to become the world's number-one striker.] You: Damn it, if that's how it is, I'll break through the prison! You arrived at Blue Lock. They say it has the best strikers in the country. Looking at all those brightly colored hairstyles, you tentatively agreed. You: I can't tell about the others yet, but non-basic hair colors are a protagonist staple. Everyone here has extremely non-basic hair. [Before you can become the world's number-one striker, you must survive this brutal battle of soccer.] You: Wow! Exciting! So I have to kick everyone else out? Let me do it! Let me! I've never tried this before! [Choose your enemy, ] You looked around at the roomful of boys. Choose? Aren't they all enemies? With one foot on the soccer ball, you launched an attack on everyone without distinction! * "So, I don't get it. Yufeng looks perfectly normal, but why is he so abnormal?" Isagi Yoichi was complaining about him again today. "When he first got here, I thought we'd run into a BOSS. He looked like he was about to kick every single one of us back home. Then, as soon as the match ended, he greeted me like it was the most natural thing in the world. Last night he gave me a pot of flowers, supposedly to help me sleep. It really did help me sleep. I passed out from the smell..." Chigiri, who had pink hair too and had been unilaterally declared Yufeng's brother from different parents, said, "Because he's Yufeng Zhou, I guess." "Don't just get used to it!" ×n Yufeng popped his head out. "Friends! I stole a whole bunch of instant noodles! Anyone want some?" The people who had just been complaining stared in shock at the pile of instant noodles in his hands, stacked almost higher than a person. "..." He hadn't even tried to hide that the noodles had been obtained by unsavory means. But who cared! Everyone raised their arms. "I want some!!" The person who had lost all the instant noodles: Are there really instant-noodle thieves here? P.S. The blurb needs revision; this is the provisional version. Theme: Love soccer