Blue Lock: Isagi the egoist

Stepping into the Italian sector of Blue Lock's facilities, Isagi and Sae took in their new battlefield.

Unlike the steel-and-neon aesthetic of the main facility, Italy's Ubers had a different feel—strict, disciplined, and tactical.

"Feels different from Spain, huh?" Sae mused, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Yeah. Less showboating, more organization." Isagi grinned. "But I like it. Feels like a place where we can sharpen our game."

They had chosen Ubers for one reason:

Tactical Mastery.

In Spain, they had ruled through chemistry and domination, crafting symphonies of victory with their connection. If Italy's system focused on craftiness, defensive structure, and overwhelming individual skill combined with organization, then they would only get stronger.

And that was all that mattered.

As they walked, they caught up.

"So, what have you been up to?" Isagi asked, tilting his head.

Sae smirked.

"Indulging in luxury. Destroying egos. You know, the usual."

He then sighed, rubbing his temple.

"And, of course, making Rin go back to square one."

Isagi chuckled, shaking his head.

"You seriously reset him to the brooding emo kid I met back in when we had first met as kids? Damn, Sae."

Sae shrugged, unbothered.

"Tch. It's not my job to coddle him. If he wants to surpass me, he should figure it out himself."

Isagi grinned and lightly punched his shoulder.

"The kid doesn't need encouragement—he needs your approval. You're his biggest rival and his biggest motivation."

Sae arched a brow.

"What, you scared he might surpass you?"

Isagi laughed outright.

"Hahahahaha—nah. You must be trippin'."

Isagi had seen Rin's strength.

But Rin lacked one thing—the ability to evolve without external motivation.

Unless he found his own reason to grow, he'd always be chasing shadows.

Sae clicked his tongue.

"Hah. You really think you have all the answers, huh?"

Isagi smirked.

"I don't need all the answers. I just need to be the best."

Sae sighed.

"Cocky bastard."

"Always."

And with that, they stepped into Italy's domain.

As they entered, several figures stood waiting.

Familiar faces.

🔥 Shoei Barou – The self-proclaimed "King," glaring at them with his usual pissed-off expression.

⚔️ Oliver Aiku – Former U-20 Captain, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed.

🎩 Jyubei Aryu – Elegant as ever, flicking his hair.

🦊 Ikki Niko – Eyes sharp with tactical insight.

⚡ Shuto Sendo – Former U-20 striker, now adapting to this new battlefield.

🛡️ Gen Fukaku(Goalkeep), Yukio Ishikari(Forward), Kyohei Shiguma(Forward), Shingen Tanaka (also a former Forward of Japan's U-20) – The remaining members of Blue Lock/U-20 Japan, all monsters in their own right.

The moment Barou saw them, his eye twitched.

"Tch. What's this? More strikers? Oi, Ego, you trying to fill my kingdom with peasants?"

Isagi smirked.

"You're acting like you run this place, Barou. Didn't you get benched last match?"

Barou's vein popped.

"What was that, you bastard?!"

Aiku chuckled.

"Relax, Barou. We're all here for the same reason—to dominate."

Ego's voice cut through the tension.

"Enough barking. Listen up."

The screen behind him flickered to life, showing Italy's unique system.

"The Ubers are defined by three core principles: Craftiness, Tactical Defense, and Structured Domination. You will not win through raw talent alone. You must learn to adapt, manipulate, and control the game itself."

"The system we are creating here is a fusion of overwhelming individual skill and firm organizational power."

Isagi and Sae smiled.

This was exactly what they had done in Spain when they just arrived in Re Al's academy as Kids.

With their connection and tactical play, they could take over any match.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed.

A curtain fell, revealing the leader of Italy's Ubers.

Marc Snuffy.

A former world-class striker, now a coach.

More importantly—an old rival.

Snuffy's grin widened the moment he saw Isagi.

"Well, well. If it isn't my nightmare."

The room went silent.

Isagi tilted his head.

"Nightmare? Damn, I thought I was just a bad dream."

Snuffy laughed.

"You beat me twice. Out of two games. Yeah, that's a nightmare."

The other players looked dumbfounded.

This wasn't just a random coach.

This was a man Isagi had already crushed twice.

And next to Snuffy, another figure stood—grinning widely.

Lorenzo.

The New Gen XI Defender, known as the Ace Eater.

"Hahaha! Still can't believe you didn't let me 'eat' you, Isagi. My record is perfect except for you."

Isagi grinned.

"Better luck next time, then."

Lorenzo smirked.

"Oh, there will be a next time."

Snuffy clapped his hands.

"Alright, enough chit-chat. Let's see if you bastards can actually play."

The First Test – Strength & Skill

The players lined up.

Snuffy joined them to test his meddle against Isagi's.

A physical and skill-based test awaited them.

1.💨 Straight Dash – A raw speed test.

2.⬆️ Incline Dash – Testing endurance and acceleration.

3.⚡ Ladder Sprint – Agility and quick footwork.

4.🦵 Step Jumps – Lower-body strength and explosiveness.

5.⚽ Pole Dribbling – Ball control under pressure.

6.🎯 Finishing Drill – Shooting under strict conditions.

The whistle blew.

And they ran.

Isagi's body had evolved past even Snuffy's.

He dominated the course, finishing first.

Sae kept pace, tying with Snuffy.

Aiku came in next, followed by Barou, Lorenzo, and the rest.

When it was over, Snuffy nodded in approval.

"Alright. You've got the physical tools."

He then stepped forward, holding up a board.

It showed a formation.

"This is the system we are creating. The ultimate fusion of defense and offense. The Ubers will be built to crush opposition through intelligence, structure, and raw domination."

"This… is Italy's power."

The room hummed with tension.

The Neo Egoist League had officially begun.

And soon, the games would start.

Isagi grinned.

This was going to be fun.

TO BE CONTINUED…