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You gripped Oliver's hand tightly as he drove up to the facility, parking not too far from the front doors. Luckily, no one else was outside, which meant he couldn't see something he wasn't supposed to.

"I'm terrified." You blurted out, looking at your older brother who smiled at you.

He brought your forehead to rest against his in a comforting gesture. "You are going to do amazing, and it will be just fine. I assure you." Your gaze flickered between his dual colored irises, the purple and lime green shining in their unnatural beauty.

When you started to pull away, you saw someone out of the corner of your eye and slapped your free hand over Oliver's eyes. As you noticed it was the Noel Noa, your jaw dropped, not even noticing your brother spoke to you.

As soon as the male entered the facility, you pulled your hand away from Oliver's eyes. "I feel like I'm gonna throw up if I go in there, but I so wanna go in there." You unbuckled your seatbelt and pressed a quick kiss to Oliver's cheek as you started getting out. "Bye, I love you."

You gave him enough time to also say his farewell before shutting your door and walking up to the building. Pushing open the door, you entered and let it fall closed behind you as your eyes scanned your new setting.

It was a large room covered in shades of brown and white. At the other end of the large room sat a stage where Teieri stood with a confident smile on her face. Your eyes flipped to each of the five men stand near her as you walked closer.

Noel Noa.

Julian Loki.

Chris Prince.

Marc Snuffy.

Lavinho.

Your heart raced in your chest as you clasped your hands together, approaching Teieri. She was a short woman, but held herself tall and proud. She was absolutely gorgeous.

"Hi! Are you Aiku (Y/n)?" She asked you as you moved closer, and you immediately nodded. "Welcome to BLUELOCK. We are happy to have you joining us."

She turned her attention to the group as a whole. The men already had their attention on her, and that's when you noticed the earbuds in all of their ears. You didn't mention it, though, feeling oddly nervous, too.

"Please follow me to our meeting room." Teieri took one step before turning back to you, holding a case in her hands. "Put those in your ears. They'll be able to translate everything."

You nodded and smiled gratefully, doing so as you followed Teieri. The air was filled with suffocating tension behind you, and you fidgeted with the earbuds case.

It was odd not hearing constant chatter, but this was a business meeting. When you entered an all white room, you noticed a male with a bowl cut in all black sitting at the opposite end of the table.

Teieri walked to sit just to the right of the man, and you hesitantly sat next to her. Across from Teieri was Noel Noa. Next to him and across from you sat Julian Loki, France's child prodigy. Next to Loki, was Lavinho and then Chris Prince with Marc Snuffy sitting to your right.

"Alright," the man with a bowl cut began, adjusting his already strange sitting position as he earned everyone's full attention. "My name is Ego Jinpachi. I am the coach, trainer, and general facility manager here at BLUELOCK. The goal of this facility is to create the best striker in the world, and that is what we have been doing.

"In order to create the best striker, we have developed strict training regimens, and we have played several games. We have even absorbed Japan's U-20 team as our own, and soon, my diamonds in the rough will become members of that team.

"In addition to this, we have created their egos. They hunger to earn goals, and that is what will make them the best striker. They have been and are carefully being molded to only care about scoring themself in order to win the match. They must not put their teammates above them.

"Tomorrow, the final selection begins. My diamonds in the rough will each choose their team, led by you five. You will also be given individuals from the actual teams. Noel Noa, you will have Germany's Bastard München. Your team focuses on rationality and logically. Julian Loki, you have France's Paris X Gen. Your team focuses on talent and potential. Lavinho, you will have Spain's FC Barcha. Your team focuses on freedom and creativity. Chris Prince, you will have England's Manshine City, your team focuses on physical prowess and physical strength. Lastly, Marc Snuffy, you have Italy's Übers. Your team focuses on solid defense and coordinated counterattacks.

"You will each teach your team and guide them as they aim to become the world's best striker. Each team will play one match against the others until the final two undefeated teams go head-to-head. The loser of that match will forever be forgotten when it comes to BLUELOCK history.

"Your new manager will tend to all of the needs requested of them, and if there is something they cannot fulfill, they will contact Anri. She will send out a schedule tonight of what days each team will have (Y/n). If you need them a specific day, request that day and your days of that week will be switched with the team you took them from.

"Tomorrow, you will all be granted personal rooms in your section of this facility. Clothes, hygiene products, food, and the like will be provided. You all must keep your phones on you at all times unless you are in a match, besides (Y/n), who needs their phone at all times. I believe that is all. Any questions?"

Nerves stirred in your gut as no one else spoke up. You slowly raised your hand, diverting attention to you. "Will I be able to practice with any of the teams at all? I'm just asking because this is also the sport I play, and I would also like to learn whatever I can."

Ego's black eyes felt like they were invading your soul, causing you to shift uncomfortably in your seat. "That depends on the coach of your team that day and what the team needs, so if you are told no, then the answer is no." You nodded, keeping your eyes on his as you wished the coaches would take their attention away from you.

You swallowed a lump in your throat, your fingers trying to pick at the skin of your hand. "One more question." You wanted to disappear into oblivion as the attention was fully on you again. "Will I be able to eat and hangout with the teammates during the scheduled times?"

"If you so desire." He answered, pushing up his glasses. "All of the teams will be in their designated buildings unless stated otherwise."

"Understood, sir."

"Anri, give them all their official tour." Said woman stood, and everyone except Ego followed suit. As you all were just about to start leaving, Ego spoke once more. His eyes bored into yours, even though he was addressing the whole group. "Do not distract my diamonds in the rough and make them fail in their goals. You are here to help them do better. You are dismissed."

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