A Striker's Duty (Blue Lock x Male reader)

Alternate Story: Barcha III

3rd Person Pov

Unpredictability, a word that describes something which its movements are impossible to read.

After the Barcha game, the 3 masters (and Ai) have changed their strategy to having 3 attackers and 4 midfielders with Y/N behind the CDM just as he requested

The strategy would be as followed, whenever Y/N has the ball and runs forward, his position switches to CAM, anything after that will be free game and Barcha's eye for detail in Y/N's movements

The comments were no better as well as Y/N's sudden revival had sparked many into an uproar, seeing how he was able to adapt to a position which doesn't score goals on a Tuesday.

"WHO IS THIS MAN?! WHY I HAVE NEVER SEEN HIM BEFORE?! IS THIS DAMIAN CANT'S BOY?! SINCE WHEN DID HE HAD A BABY?!"

"We are cooked, we are so cooked... A CDM that plays like Striker and defends like Puyol, yeah no, that's it, pack it up, Bayern couldn't win with their 3 attacks stars, what are we gonna do with an all star team?"

"Easy, send Sergio Ramos and Pepe"

Meanwhile, when nobody was in practice, Y/N would be in the training room, listening to music, gathering up rhythm and confidence to break dance with the ball, hoping to make a new combination of unpredictability and irrationalism in spite of Noel Noa's rational vision and predictability

But he's no robot, isn't he? That's why football is so much fun, the unpredictability in games. You can always expect a big team to shine high, but an unexpected turn would be the losing team to make a comeback

However, something didn't stick with Y/N here, sure he was ok with the sudden change but he forgot something he promised with Sae, he couldn't put his finger on it, something, something, striker, something, he doesn't remember jack shit about it.

He couldn't worry about that now, his next match was against Ubers, the home ground of Cristiano Ronaldo and the egoistic king, Barou. A team known for their defense, he'll need to find a way to get rid of any noise as soon as possible and crush their hopes and dreams.

So many challenges he wanted to face, he wanted all the heat, all the smoke just to reach the very top of the world.

D/N: Long time no see, pal.

Y/N: D/N, indeed it has.

D/N: From the moment you chose Barcha, an alternate time occurred.

Y/N: What? Speak English, I don't speak demon.

D/N: You have different outcomes on what player you'd become. In Bastard, Barcha, PXG, and more. One were you all high and mighty like an emperor, now here you are, a Jester, maybe even a once clipped bird that was performed on surgery, now adapting to the way you're supposed to be.

Y/N: So... what happens now?

D/N: I don't know, that's for you to find out. But I'm here for another reason, Y/N. You can't win against Ubers.

Y/N: What?!

D/N: You're just not ready. Manshine, sure, if you were on Bastard, team's easy to score on and they can just attack right back, you could have won against the other 2 but this game is too advanced for you.

Y/N: What are you trying to say?

D/N: No matter how good you are, they have an up and coming Argentinian and 2 veterans of the game and Mr UCL himself, talent can never beat experience and its difficulty spike. Why do you think Messi has never won so many UCLs despite being almost a 1 man team.

Y/N: That's the thing, I'm not them, I'm me, I'll win no matter what it takes, even as a defender.

D/N disappears, failing to give a reality check as he'll just let the mighty Ubers take care of that job.