(This follows chapter 11 fanfic continuation.)
After 2 weeks of training before the world cup matches, a month before, Ego invited them to the Blue Lock Central room.
"Hello, Diamonds in the rough. Good job on the two weeks of your personal training."
Ego Jinpachi fixes his glasses — Hands on the pocket. Walking to the center of the Blue Lock logo at the iron door behind him.
"You're no longer the same as you were, 14 days ago."
Isagi's eyes widened.
Ego raises his arms.
"Each of you has obtained a new weapon, and the new combinations will become a tightrope to victory.
Or the 'History' that you've made for yourself here until now. Things like 'bonds'
Or low-level thinking like 'For the same of Blue Lock'...."
Ego pauses, his eyes widened, commanding.
"Throw it all away."
He stretches his arms wider, staring unto their eyes.
"I will use you all...for the sake of my dream.
So you too...use me to make your dreams come true.
Right now, you're carrying the hopes of Japanese soccer. So what? Don't make this moment the peak of your life. Don't live only by the memories you made here."
Ego forma a fist, clutching his hands tighter.
"Go beyond all of your egos. Let's go!"
Ego opens his arms high.
"Our first match will be against the last year's champions of Africa: Nigeria!
The second match will be against the world's number one: France!
The third match will be against the birthplace of football: England!"
Ego raises his head, smirking.
"Follow me you lumps of talent. From now on, we'll start a special training for victory."
Bachira smirks, feeling the excitement.
The other's stared upon each other with a competing eyes.
"In these 30 days until the tournament. You'll be reborn into a new egoist team!"
Isagi smirks — "Yeah!"
The Final training camp...for the U-20 world cup begins.
The Door opens from behind Ego's back, he steps aside, offering the door.
"Prove your egos into this training, you lumps of talent. Together, we'll be the best soccer team in the world."
Isagi, Bachira, Rin, Kunigami, Barou, Chigiri, Reo, Otoya, Aiku, Karasu, Gagamaru, Aryu, Yukimiya, Nikko, Hiori, Sendo, Kurona, Zantetsu, Fukaku, Raichi, Jin Kiyora and Nanase enters the room. Facing the new challenge.
Locker Room
Isagi changed clothes, missing the fabric of the Blue Lock Uniform.
"Ahh! It feels so good wearing this uniforms again."
Bachira turns his head to Isagi, Smiling
"Yeaj, it is!"
Isagi turns his head to Bachira, smiling back at him.
"It's great to see everyone again."
The doors opens. The room became quite. Ego enters the room.
"What's up, diamonds in the rough? Finish changing clothes now?"
Ego stands upon the center. All Blue Lockers eyes locked upon him.
"First of all, I wanna announce to you the training within this 30 days.
A year ago before I made Blue Lock, there was my old project of egoist too. While playing on the field...there was this team...that beated my precious egoists before."
Isagi raises his hand.
"Yoichi?"
Isagi stands up, standing firm.
"What do you mean? I mean, what does this team connect with our training? Are we gonna play with them? Were your egoist before perhaps stronger than us for you to sound scared? What kind of team was it?"
Ego fixes his glasses, his smile, fading away.
"It does connect with your training. And well, probably like strong enough near the U-20 Japan players before..."
Rin grits his teeth, annoyed.
"So what? Your team was so weak before? What scared you about that team you faced before? Come, tell us plainly."
Ego relaxes his shoulders.
"It was a project named 'Corporation of Omnipotent Defined Ego', Project 00. Not even I know how they were formed. But what I only know is... The founder is pretty much our enemy in philosophy.
And not only that. The team of mine I told you were destroyed at 0-7."
Everybody's eyes widened.
Barou:
"You're saying, Japan has a world-class team before? Why not choose them instead? Even locking us to Blue Lock for months just to find out someone is this strong. Still, probably, they're not even at our level right now."
Isagi nods, turning his head back to Ego.
"So, in simple words. You won't tell us this unless they were also evolving...are they?"
Ego stares back at Isagi.
"They've stopped...
But, it's not because they were too imperfect. But they were too perfect for a team. A team that defines a whole 11 players."
Aiku crosses his legs, staring at Ego.
"So...they're the total contradiction of our Philosophy as a whole striker unit...? Is that it?"
Ego nods.
"You're on the right path."
Rin's eyebrows forrowed, his tone becoming sharper.
"And what? Are they even a threat?"
Ego smirks, fixing his glasses once again. He then spread his arms. Shouting.
"You'll find out later! For now, get prepared. You Lumps of talent!"
Ego cluthces his palm tight.
"Prove them wrong, my egoist. Do everything you can... together...we'll destroy their soccer."
A Few minutes later.
The 23 players steps Infront of the doorm facing the field. They looked around, the field.
Where are they? Isagi thought.
Rin shouts unto the microphone on the field fiercely.
"Hey! Where are they? Are you playing with us like we're dogs?"
Silence.
Ego's voice appears on the microphone.
"They're coming in 5 minutes, so prepare warm-up in those next minutes."
minutes later.
Team A: Isagi, Bachira, Kunigami, Hiori and Yukimiya plays a 5 minute match against Team B: Rin, Barou, Shidou, Aiku and Zantetsu.
Isagi scores the final goal of 3-2. Team A wins.
Rin grits his teeth — "Tch."
Isagi raises his arm. Celebrating.
Bachira runs unto Isagi, jumping unto his shoulders.
"We did it, Egoist! Let's go!"
Isagi swipes Bachira's hands off gently, away from his shoulder.
"Yeah, we did it!"
Ego's voice appear on the mic, announcing.
"They're coming. Get ready, Diamonds in the rough."
The doors open slowly, revealing a team of 12.
A 6'10" player? His physique seem to be a defender... 5'10" player... He seem to be crazy like Shidou does, but with more restraint. The players were all mostly above 5'5". Here's this guy at 6'6"... His looks were intimidating. Locking eyes upon Isagi.
"It's a pleasure to play with you. Hello, Blue Lock." his voice, deep and sharp
Every Blue Lockers felt the pressure, they're not an ordinary team.