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After your twin brother does a last-minute bailout of Blue Lock someone has to take his spot.
"ꜱᴏ, ᴜʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ɢᴀᴍᴇ... ʙʀᴏꜱ... ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ... ʙʀᴇᴛʜʀᴇɴ?"
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The game was shaping up to be worse than you could have imagined. Maybe not for the team, but it was certainly leaning—no, dropping—to your side of the field.
There was a singular goal Team W had tried to score, likely by the older brother, as you assumed. There was both good and bad news from what came of it. The good news? You blocked the goal. The bad news? Your ring finger took the brunt of the impact, snapping back farther than you thought was possible.
In that single moment, you felt everything being pushed to its limits—molten lava running down before a harsh strike of lightning jolted through your palm and digit. You might not have been a doctor, but there was no way this was good in any universe.
The bright side of the injury was that you'd likely get pain medication—or so you assumed. The meds would help with your cramps, and if you played up the pain, you might even get some extra for your next period. Unlikely, but you were hopeful.
In the game, Kuon had already scored three goals. For some deep-seated reason, his actions grated on you. One after another he always got the goal he wanted. You assumed he was able to score so much because Team W was still warming up, but that caused more doubt.
Breaking it down, Team W beat Team X. Team X beat your team. If you consider the advanced training each team has been through, it's ridiculous to believe a single player could score so many goals so easily against a team that much more exceptional.
With the score being 0-2 in your favor, it made your brain crinkle. You were happy to be in the lead, but it felt like something was missing. It was like a puzzle with that one piece you swore you had just a minute prior—something so annoying it made your head spin. 0-2 was a lead that seemed impossible for a team that beat Barou.
Standing and looking pretty was the best you could do for now. Just watch and find that missing piece; then it would all click. You had time to think, to remember what one of the twins said earlier when the other injured your hand.
"Not yet. Be patient for a little longer."
That seemed to be what he said, something along those lines. It was so simple, yet hard to wrap your mind around. It was so stupid to comprehend.
If memory serves you right—or if you were simply observing the brother who was getting fouled at the moment—he seemed frustrated. It could be because they were losing, but that didn't seem right. Honestly, it looked like he was holding back. If he was as desperate as he looked, he would have been trying harder, not making half-baked attempts at gaining possession of the ball.
After the brother's foul, Team Z was awarded a free kick. Surprisingly, Team W's defense was hideous. You had assumed that since their offense was so lackluster, their strength must be in their defense, only to be proven wrong. They were so amateur, the little kids at your park had a better defense than them.
