"So.... boring, When will this game end so I can go home" The boy with black hair sighed towards his coach while moving his hair out of his face.
"30 minutes left Iori but they've already given up. Score one more and I'll let you leave early"
"Deal" Iori said as he covers his ears and eyes for kickoff
WHISTLE
Two of the enemy team run past Iori going down opposite wings to split his attention as their cf slowly creeps up field looking for a pass.
"HE'S GOING TO PASS LEFT" yelled Iori to his teammates just as the cf started to kick it.
Like a staged performance Iori's defence all marked the player on the left and managed to intercept the pass sloppily sending it forward.
"Send it my way Passer 2." Barked Iori, not even bothering to use his real name.
On cue, Passer 2 kicked it with all his strength sending it 7 meters, not far but Iori positioned himself in range to catch and with his eyes snapping open, black lightning starts to emit prepared to score the final goal
First person to try to stop Iori lazily stomped his leg left hoping that somehow it would stop him. Iori predicted this and sped past one defender, two defenders, three defenders, reading their movements leaving just him and the keeper. Iori winds up his right leg to curl his shot top left but seeing the goalkeeper's body pointing left he feints shooting, sending the goalkeeper flying left and with a tap in sends it to the right corner.
"Atleast I can leave now" Iori says as he covers his ears for what to come next
WHISTLE
15-0
Iori walks off the field and swaps his clothes out, puts on his Kobe 11s and puts some earphones in before leaving.
"♫Today I didn't even have to use my AK, I gotta say it was a good day♫" Iori hums as he arrives at the basketball court.
"Wow man, are those fade to black kobe 11s? I can't believe you spent ¥20k on them."
"Thought I'd treat myself, I've been winning all these 1v1s might as well spend it on me" Chuckled Iori as he took in all the people playing, the sound of their breadths and the ball reverberating off the floor.
Iori Muroya has always preferred experiencing the world through his hearing, Iori was born with a rare type of colour blindness called achromatopsia causing him to see the world in shades of grey. Since birth Iori hated using his eyes due to lack of colour leading to the development of his hearing becoming his most proficient sense.
"Is the little thief here to come steal my pocket change again?" A man with golden eyes and short blonde hair said while messing up Iori's hair.
"Not today Kise, maybe another time but I'm here for a separate reason. On the way here past my house, I got a letter for a training program"
"Eh? You got into a training program, why wasn't I invited?" Kise stroking his imaginary beard "Maybe because I'm already so good!"
"uhhh, I knew you play a little football when you were young Kise but not program worthy"
"HEY! I'd be the next Michael Jordan if I swapped sports to football. Oh wait, I'm already the next Michael Jordan ehehe~" Kise tilts his neck back chuckling in deep thought "If you played at Teikō in my youth you'd easily be able to be one of the generation of miracles."
"The problem with teams like Teikō... is they need six miracles to matter." Iori looks at Kise confidently and raises his index finger triumphantly "I only need one."
"Ho, ho the little boy is now becoming an adult and flying away" Kise playfully grabbing his heart through his chest
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The rhythmic thump... thump... the thump of the ball echoed throughout the street like a slow drumbeat. Teenagers looked over the fence, kids poked their heads through the windows. Even the adults had their phones out to record him. Kise Ryouta. Generation of Miracles to professional player.
He hadn't said a word when he walked onto the cracked half-court that afternoon. Just dropped his duffel, stretched his arms, and started dribbling — smooth, sharp, impossible to ignore.
The crowd murmured with anticipation.
Then… nothing flashy came.
No dunks. No trick shots. Just form shooting. Footwork drills. Shoulder stretches. Jab-step resets. Pure fundamentals.
Bored, the crowd began to disperse. Phones lowered. Conversations picked up elsewhere. One by one, everyone drifted off.
Everyone but Iori.
On the far side of the court, leaning against a rusted post, stood a kid no older than eleven. Black hair fell into his eyes, but his posture was relaxed. His eyes were closed just enjoying the sensation of the ball.
"Knew I had a fan hiding" Kise said after this fifth shooting drill "Since you're watching the show might as well make it extra special, come stand in front of me for a sec kiddo." Kise mentally preparing to prank the little kid.
Iori, not expecting to be called out like that, slowly nods his head and stands in front of the 6'6 man. Slowly he watches and Kise closes his eyes and puts himself into the first stage of Zone. Like two sounds reaching resonance, Iori starts to "see" Kise's golden eyes shine brightly. Perfectly copying Aomine he starts doing streetball dribbles to show off to his fan.
Kise mentally thanking Aomine and imaging how impressed that kid is suddenly feels empty handed
Smack
Boing... boing... boing
All that's left is the sound of the ball slowly bouncing away.
"Huh?" Kise blinked "Wait—yo, when did you—?"
Iori stares at him with his hands covering his ears
"If you had light blue hair... nevermind that, how did you manage to do what hundreds of trained players fail to do."
"mmmh, your ball sounded different when you went that way and I just thought you wanted me here to defend... did I do something wrong." Iori pleadfully looked up at Kise.
"It'd be a waste." Kise muttered under his breath "Ya know what my number one fan, I have some free time every week. Do you want to learn basketball from me?"
Iori thinks for a second and eventually nods
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"Blue Lock huh, Japan is finally getting serious about its football its about time." Kise stands up and starts walking away "seems like maybe the sport wasn't just wasted time." without saying another world he leaves the court "Heh, I probably looked so cool doing that." Kise thinks to himself walking away