Groaning, Y/N exited the second selection's first stage rubbing at his thigh, walking slowly down the corridor and towards a glowing sign in the dark.
He was panting tiredly, making sure he wouldn't fall over as he neared the door. The rest of the stage had been horribly difficult, way more difficult than Y/N had ever expected something from Bluelock to be.
It wasn't particularly the defenders, nor the goalkeeper. The goalkeeper alone was child's play. Adding in the swarm of yellow defenders made it much more difficult, but he could still manage.
No, it was the time pressure. From the moment the red dot appeared, he'd only had a few seconds to get past defenders, reach the dot, trap the ball while being swarmed, and then shoot for a tiny part of the goal and score.
But he'd managed it.
As Y/N reached the door, it slid open automatically, and he walked through into a well-lit room.
Like the first atrium where he'd left Team Z, it was made from mostly white tile, in the shape of a pentagon. A few purple stools were strewn across the room, and Y/N sighed contentedly, collapsing onto one of them as he rubbed his aching muscles.
A large sign above the main door glowed with a gentle blue light. Y/N read it aloud. "Form a team of three and move on through the doors."
He gave the room a quick check. "But there's nobody here?"
Whatever. Sighing, Y/N pulled a few of the cushioned stools together, lying down on them with his legs hanging off the edge.
Bluelock is an interesting place, after all... There's a few good talents, and I can actually call people my friends now. Bachira, Chigiri, Nagi, Reo, Isagi, Niko, I guess Barou too...
While they're nowhere near the best in the world, there's so much potential here that it's got me fired up.
He lay on his makeshift bed of seats, seeing a red haze even through his closed eyes due to the bright ceiling lights. The room for the most part was quiet, but from behind the door Y/N had just come from, the noises of balls impacting solid surfaces, and the muffled yells of players sounded.
That training is something I'd never have been able to create on my own. Probably cost in the hundreds of millions just for one room... I'd never have that opportunity.
Now that he thought about it, he hadn't particularly improved since Ascension, all those years ago. Sure, his physical body had grown, enabling him to pull off higher level, more refined plays, but his eyes, his mind, and his personal skills hadn't increased much.
To put it simply, there just wasn't any challenge available in the world for him.
Maybe given time, Bluelock might be able to challenge me. Y/N hoped.
A soft swishing noise drew Y/N's attention. Squinting his eyes, covering them from the bright lights overhead, he sat up slowly.
The automatic entry doors had opened, quietly admitting a tall figure into the room. His long fringe hung over his forehead, covering one green eye. High cheekbones and long bottom lashes made him look posh, upper class, and that was certainly emphasised by the dull, cold look he was giving Y/N.
"Oh, hey." Y/N waved. "Rin Itoshi, right?"
"Who the hell are you?" Rin didn't seem to have heard him. Instead, he walked over, staring down at Y/N emotionlessly.
"I'm Y/N, pleasure to meet you!" Giving him a small smile, Y/N offered a handshake, holding it out invitingly.
Rin just looked down at the hand with something along the lines of disgust. Spotting the annoyed look on his face, Y/N made a funny face, retracting the offer with a roll of his eyes. "Too posh for a handshake?"

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Ascension│Bluelock x male reader
FanfictionY/N L/N is an enigma. An outgoing, cheerful, smiley teenage boy. Happy, sociable, excitable. A hidden gem in the rough of Japan's younger soccer players. And the winner of the Ascension Project, a secret project designed by the JFU to forcibly cr...