Blue Lock: Fast Lane

Tokyo City's Eseperion

AN: Sorry! Put the wrong chapter in this one if it makes sense... anyways sorrry!

Walking to the facility, James found himself surprised that he was actually doing something like this. It is 6 PM to be precise. The sun is just starting to set on the the streets of Tokyo.

Only having a worn sports bag and a ball on his person, King was ready to start a new chapter in his life.

He couldn't get out of the orphanage fast enough.

The clicking of his worn shoes against the concrete filled the silence as he walked to the dorm area, the chirping of the locusts, hidden away in the tall grass a block away, grew quieter as the facility grew larger until he stood in front of the dorm, next to three other boys.

Two of them, small, really small, and another relatively tall, for Japanese people, looked at him with confusion as his eyes glanced over them.

Small green hair, no aura.

Small, curly brown hair, sparks of ego.

Tall short brown hair, trash.

Trash? He admonished himself for such a thought, he hadn't even met this person before and he already had resulted in labeling him as worthless. He should be nice to these people.

Extending a hand to the small curly haired boy with a smile he introduced himself. "I'm James King, got scouted by an old man here, who're you?"

The smaller boy beamed and shook his hand, from a simple touch he could tell that he and this boy were cut from the same cloth, a similar background, a similar hunger driving them.

"Aoi Ashito! Genius Forward! Reincarnation of Messi even though he's still alive!" Aoi chuckled as he shook James' hand. The ball of cockyness and sunshine mixed well with the goofball personality.

'Aoi Ashito huh? I guess we're doing crossovers huh? What's next? Haikyuu?' James thought to himself as he let go of Ashito's hand and approached the green haired boy with his hand extended.

"Eisaku Otomo, nice to meet you" the green haired boy replied as he shook King's hand, nothing really stood out to him from this player, nothing he needed to heed anyways. Taking his hand from the green boy and extending it to the taller one, the one he subconsciously despised for some reason.

"Soichiro Tachibana" The taller boy said, shaking his hand, a knowing look in his eyes as he introduced himself to King, perhaps he had played against this lad before and never knew. Or rather didn't notice him because he was of no interest to him.

Shoving his hand back in his pocket he took a step forward. "Nice to meet you all, I hope you're all good passers"

That last part slipped out, he bit his tongue as he walked towards the sliding doors of the building. It was rude, something that he subconsciously attributed to his ego and personality on and off the field when playing for his old teams.

As he stepped inside the building the rest followed him, his eye scanning the room to find two boys filling out forms in front of him, one with black spiky hair and another who looked similar to him, a foreigner, or mixed Japanese.

They were already dressed in tracksuits so he assumed that they were already part of the youth club. The one with spiky black hair approached him as the blonde ignored him. "Haven't seen you here before, what brings you here?"

"Got scouted, you?" James found himself replying, feeling annoyed that this person, who seemed younger than him, seemed to be looking down at him.

He laughed while extending a hand. "I played in the junior youth and got promote, name's Yuma Motoki"