Capítulo 2: Loss - 1
A/N: I would like to say that I've basing events off the manga because I've never watched the anime. If there are some differences in my FF from the anime, then it's because I was following the manga instead.
To lose everything.
It had already happened to me once, but again?
It hurt, it hurt more than anything.
The only things I had left were soccer and my hobby, that was all.
Yet, would there be meaning to my life again if I joined Blue Lock?
"..."
I didn't know, but it didn't hurt to try.
So I accepted the letter.
...
Rushing through the gate along with all those others had surely been an exhilarating experience, but once again, it was like a drop in the ocean, as I still hadn't found a purpose in this life.
Heading straight to Blue Lock soon afterwards, as I didn't have a home to go back to anyways, I found myself in group Z, as the first person there no less.
Quickly getting into my Blue Lock clothes, I pulled out my sketchbook and pencil, the only two things that they had allowed for me to bring into Blue Lock.
It was the perk of being the first one here or something, as Ego would have never allowed for this to happen so that we could fully put our concentration on playing soccer.
"What should I draw?"
Twirling my pencil around in between my fingers, I chose a spot on the wall before sitting down with my knees up, using it as a sort of canvas for my drawing with the sketchbook atop my knees.
Finally deciding on something, or rather, someone, I quickly started sketching away, as time passes quickly over my head.
In the end, before I knew it, it was already the morning of the next day, and by the sounds in the hallway, I knew that my future rivals had already started trickling in.
"It seems like I'm the first one."
Hearing this, I looked up from my completed sketch, only to see the object of my drawing standing there.
"..."
As we locked eyes, he, no, she started turning red.
"Ano... could you not tell the other guys that I'm actually a girl?"
"Sure, it's not my problem. If Jinpachi is okay with it, then I have no qualms with it."
Turning back to my drawing, I fixed a few things now that I had seen the person up close, as I added more and more details.
Seeing that I was deep in concentration, the other person was kind enough to be completely silent, or well, as silent as possible as they put on their makeup and turned into a pretty looking boy right in front of my eyes.
"My name is Chigiri Hyoma, what's yours?"
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