"Is that… Chigiri?"
Isagi Yoichi's intuition also sensed something, and he was the first to react.
He then looked at Kira Ryosuke in disbelief, "He didn't even look to the right, how did he catch Chigiri's angle? And… what's with Chigiri's speed?"
Chigiri Hyoma, who received the ball, didn't choose to penetrate deep into the opponent's territory. Since most of the players from both sides were gathered there, he couldn't find space to run. So, the moment the X Team's winger closed in,
he spat lightly, "What a cunning tyrant."
"Did you deliberately pass the ball to a position where I have no room to maneuver? This way, I can only pass it back to you."
Despite a slight reluctance, Chigiri still chose to cross the ball immediately.
"Who is it? Who is he passing to?"
"Kunigami? Bachira? Isagi Yoichi? Or Igarashi?"
When all the forwards are attacking players, each one is extremely threatening.
The X Team players found it difficult to judge.
It wasn't until the ball cut through the air and landed in front of Ryosuke that they finally woke up as if from a dream.
The moment Ryosuke controlled the ball, only one person from Team X showed no shock at all.
It was Barou.
He followed closely behind Ryosuke, his mind filled with fierce killing intent.
"Devour…"
"Keep devouring…"
"I am the King! Stop right there!"
Despite his desperate sprint, he was still four or five body lengths behind Kira Ryosuke.
The other X Team players surrounding the goal also ignored the threat of Isagi Yoichi and the others, wanting to provide early defensive support.
When Kira Ryosuke was still 28 meters from the goal, he suddenly did a backheel flick.
He shook off Barou, who was trying to tackle him, and then, under Barou's unwilling expression, he volleyed the ball.
Boom!
That scorching arc seemed to envelop the entire football in flames as it shot into the X Team's goal.
Goal — — — —
4:3!
"Kira Ryosuke scores again."
"Completing a super hat-trick in the first match."
A tremendous cheer erupted from the stadium's loudspeakers.
The final whistle also blew at this moment.
The Z Team members excitedly gathered around, lifting Kira Ryosuke high into the air.
Isagi Yoichi looked on with a hint of envy, "That's amazing, Ryosuke…"
Kunigami gave a thumbs up: "Well done. You can be the hero this time; next time it'll be my turn."
Raichi also grumbled, "It would've been even better if you passed me the ball too, you selfish tyrant."
"Hahaha, what does it matter? We won anyway." Bachira didn't mind watching a beautiful goal. He was eager to try linking up with Kira Ryosuke. He jumped onto Ryosuke's back and whispered in his ear, "Hey… don't be stingy, let me play with you too, football."
Kira Ryosuke replied, "Of course, as long as you follow me closely."
Igarashi, with a naturally blank expression, pointed at himself: "What about me, what about me?"
Naruhaya slapped him away, "That's naturally after me."
The two immediately started wrestling.
The lively atmosphere made Barou snort in extreme displeasure. He walked up to Kira Ryosuke, his face filled with anger like a suppressed volcano, "Next time, I will definitely kill you, genius."
Without waiting for a response, he left directly.
"Tsk, does he have to be so imposing even after losing?"
"Ultimately, he's just a failed puppet king."
Raichi said discontentedly.
"It doesn't matter, does it?"
Kira Ryosuke glanced at his retreating back, a slight curve forming on his lips, "This was the king's best chance to defeat me. Beyond this, he no longer… has that possibility."
...Back in the locker room.
The display screen turned on again, and Ego Jinpachi eating instant noodles appeared before everyone.
The steaming hot, rich aroma instantly assaulted everyone's taste buds.
"Well, well… my rough diamonds, congratulations on your victory in the Blue Lock's first battle. Through the recent match, I'm very pleased that you've grasped the function of 0 and 1."
"Just like Kira Ryosuke, who led you to victory, he fully utilized his weapon and successfully scored four goals."
"Before that, I want to explain that the essence of football is to win by scoring. In the 90 minutes on the field, a solid defensive line, teammates whose ideas aren't synchronized, various situations will all become obstacles to your scoring."
"And to break through these obstacles, you must possess your own unique weapon and develop and evolve it."
"Therefore, I need you to cultivate an ability called [Individuality]. No matter what happens, no matter who your teammates are, you must be able to score goals and secure victory by yourself."
"Attacking players are destroyers. The lack of forwards who can break through the opponent's defense is the fundamental reason why all of Japan stops at the round of 16 in world tournaments."
"Therefore, we need a revolution. Never be complacent within the confines of your duties. Pick up your weapons, destroy, complete a rebirth, and become the winner who dominates the field."
"That's all."
The screen flickered and turned black.
Everyone in the locker room immediately snapped out of their joyful victory.
They seriously pondered the direction of their weapon's evolution.
On the other end of the video.
Teieri Anri watched the footage of Kira Ryosuke's goals, her voice filled with shock, "It's truly hard to imagine, Ego-sensei, that Kira Ryosuke, still just a high school student, can perform so outstandingly among so many excellent peer forwards. No wonder he's called Japan's treasure."
"Perhaps he can truly become the revolutionary of Japanese football."
Ego Jinpachi, slurping his instant noodles, his glasses reflecting an arc of light, said, "Hmph, who can say? Everyone who comes to Blue Lock has a chance. Whether they can seize it is entirely up to them."
On the electronic display in front of him.
Exciting clips of Nagi Seishiro's brilliant performance were playing.
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