Capítulo 42: Chapter 42 – Training Montage
The next day, Team Z was summoned to gather in the same sterile room where they had first arrived at Blue Lock. The tension in the air was palpable, each player sitting upright, awaiting their next challenge. Suddenly, the large monitor flickered to life, and the familiar face of Jinpachi Ego appeared on the screen.
"Howdy, you lumps of talent," Ego greeted them with his usual mix of sarcasm and indifference.
"Ugh, Ego…" several team members muttered under their breath, already bracing themselves for whatever twisted task was coming their way.
"So, is this the start of the second selection?" Kuon asked, his voice cutting through the low hum of murmured speculations.
Ego tilted his head slightly, "Hm? Oh, no. You won't be starting the second selection just yet."
Confusion rippled through the room, players exchanging bewildered glances. If this gathering wasn't for the second selection, then what was it for?
"What do you mean we're not starting the second selection right away?!" Raichi shouted at the monitor, his frustration echoing through the room as he glared at Ego's calm face.
The rest of Team Z shared Raichi's sentiment. They were buzzing with anticipation, ready to get back into action after their hard-fought victory. Raichi had become their collective voice, letting their eagerness spill out.
"Keep it down," Ego responded coolly, unfazed by Raichi's outburst. "There's a mandatory waiting period before the second round begins," he said, his gaze stern yet unbothered. "During this time, you'll all undergo rigorous strength training."
Murmurs rippled through the room, confusion and dissatisfaction spreading among the players. Raichi clenched his fists, ready to explode again.
"And before you ask," Ego continued, cutting through their grumbling with cold authority, "you won't be allowed to touch a ball. Anyone who breaks this rule or refuses to participate will be expelled." The finality in his words crushed any potential objections.
"Gimme a break!" Raichi roared again, eyes blazing. "Why do we have to wait to hear the results from the other wings?!"
Iemon, ever the pragmatist, spoke up next. "How long is this training supposed to last?"
"Yeah, tell us!" Naruhaya chimed in, his voice adding to the mounting pressure in the room.
Ego's sharp gaze scanned the group, and he delivered his response with ruthless precision. "Don't get cocky just because you advanced from the lowest-ranked wing." His words cut through the room like a blade, quelling their rising defiance. "You'll continue until I say so."
Ego then explained, in his trademark deadpan delivery, that the higher-ranked wings received superior facilities, care, and nutrition compared to what Team Z had access to. His voice oozed contempt. "You lowly stringbeans should be grateful for this chance to bulk up," he sneered, his eyes filled with disdain, "because you need to understand just how low on the totem pole you really are."
And with that, their hellish physical training began. The schedule was relentless, a complete upgrade from their prior regimen. Two-hour endurance runs in two sets, extreme core training sessions for one hour in two sets, 100-repeat sprints—everything tailored to push each player to their breaking point. No time was spared for leisure or even basic enjoyment anymore. Their only focus was survival and improvement.
Every request they made to enhance their individual skills was granted, but it came with a heavy price: their bodies were broken down and rebuilt, their muscles tormented daily. Meal times, the only brief respite, quickly turned into another trial, as many players—including Isagi and Imamura—could barely keep food down. Isagi, in particular, often found himself doubled over, stomach heaving after each session.
Days dragged on, and the physical toll was clear. On the ninth day, Kira stood in the shower, letting the hot water cascade over his sore and overworked muscles. 'At least I'm only throwing up once a day now,' he thought, eyes closed as he allowed the steam to soothe him. It was an improvement from the twice-a-day ordeal he'd started with. His stamina was growing noticeably stronger; he wasn't tiring as easily during full-speed action. His sprint times had improved as well, shaving milliseconds off his runs—though he was still far behind Chigiri, whose speed was in a league of its own.
Kira finished up just as Isagi stumbled into the shower area, looking like a zombie, his exhaustion so profound he didn't even acknowledge Kira. With a sigh, Kira returned to their quarters and collapsed onto his futon, his body devoid of energy. He barely had time to register the pillow beneath his head before slipping into unconsciousness.
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Day 10 of Strength Training
The next morning, the monitor in their room lit up, accompanied by a shrill school-like alarm that jolted the exhausted bodies of Team Z awake. The intercom blared overhead, announcing, "Blue Lock's first selection round has been completed in all wings."
The room went still, every player listening intently.
"All players, please put on your training suits and proceed to the underground central area in your respective wings. I repeat..."
"It's over?" Iemon asked, his voice filled with disbelief. He couldn't quite wrap his head around the fact that the grueling training had finally come to an end.
Raichi clenched his fists, smacking his left into his right palm with a satisfying thud. "Took Ego long enough. One more day and I would've torn this whole place down," he growled through gritted teeth.
Kunigami, equally worn out but resolute, nodded in agreement. "Same here."
The team wasted no time. They hurried into their training suits, a new energy coursing through them. The anticipation of the second selection lifted their spirits. Despite the relentless training, they were ready for what lay ahead.
"Let's go!"
"We're gonna crush them all!"
Their war cries filled the air, echoing off the walls as Team Z marched toward the next phase, ready to prove themselves once again.
'Time to hit the gas and go full throttle,' Kira thought as he trailed behind his teammates, his mind already racing ahead. His eyes narrowed with renewed focus. 'Now, it's time to uncover that hidden weapon Coach keeps talking about—the one I haven't even realized I possess.' His heart thudded in his chest, not from nerves, but from the anticipation of pushing himself beyond his limits and discovering the key that could elevate his game to new heights.
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