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It all began while Isagi and Bachira were having a private talk.
While Bachira was describing what he called a "monster", a black box appeared in front of them - reminiscent of a LINE chatroom.
"What in the world..." Isagi muttered.
Bachira blinked, looking absolutely bewildered despite the wide smile, and turned towards him. "You can see it, too?"
Before he could even give his reply, messages started to pop up.
Admin_System has joined the channel
Admin_System has added User_Host_1
Admin_System has added User_Host_2
Admin_System has added User_Host_3
Admin_System has added User_Host_4
Admin_System: Welcome, Users. This is the upgraded version of the Chat feature after applying the necessary patches for the Blue Lock main quest update.
Admin_System: If anyone has questions, feel free to contact the System and we shall send a prompt response to your requests!
User_Host_4: anyone got the patch notes for this?
User_Host_1: you can see it in the usual spot baby striker
User_Host_4: k thx
User_Host_2: we got a new chatroom now? i havent saved pics from last one
User_Host_2: do we have the logs for that
User_Host_1: still linked to the cloud like last time afaik
User_Host_2: aight cool
User_Host_2: now how do we change usernames again its been a hot minute
User_Host_3: dw bro i gotchu
User_Host_3 has changed User_Host_1's name to ballwizard
User_Host_3 has changed User_Host_2's name to namaste
User_Host_3 has changed User_Host_4's name to owlashes
User_Host_3 has changed User_Host_3's name to moneybags
moneybags: there we go
ballwizard: ty reo
owlashes: ty reo
ballwizard: so hows day 1 in blue lock my dudes
ballwizard: its lonely out here homies im the only one not there rn
moneybags: you will get your turn nw
moneybags: besides you get to join during the most hype arc from the anime
moneybags: think that makes up for the late entry
ballwizard: nice im gonna T pose so hard and dunk on u bitches
owlashes: kinda chill tbh not much going on aside from getting 1 poor sod packin home
owlashes: u aint missin much
moneybags: so the same as us got it
moneybags: treasure actually worked this time. sent the ball flyin to some rando before they could even blink
moneybags: think he hit his new jump height with that kick
owlashes: ...and the glazing starts again
owlashes: man
owlashes: so like what happens now, yall know i didnt watch the show
ballwizard: from what i remember, this is d-day for the mc to start his journey to become the ultimate shonen protagonist by doing some epic speech with the power of friendship™
ballwizard: do u guys have visual of him
owlashes: not rly aside from that one incident where he called out ego in front of like 300 ppl
moneybags: same for me he's not in my group
moneybags: hbu igaguri u been quiet for a while now
namaste: so uh
namaste: i messed up
namaste: catastrophically bad
owlashes: cant be any worse than the time u made urself bald before the monks had to do it
namaste: fuck you im actually not being dramatic this time
owlashes: so you do admit to being dramatic the last few times
owlashes: sure jan
ballwizard: cool your jets for now, let the bald man speak
namaste: ok so first of all, fuck you too alex
namaste: second, i fucked up cos i got the mc locked off
moneybags: WHAT
ballwizard: welp u dun goofed
owlashes: aw hell nah we are fucked fr
owlashes: what was the name of mc again
owlashes: all i remember is he shares the same name as the death note guy
namaste: its kira ryosuke
owlashes: oh right they call the dude jewel or whatev right
namaste: yup u got it
namaste: jewel of japan
namaste: p sure alex has seen him at least once dude's been on the news before
ballwizard: can confirm
ballwizard: still incomparable to micha tho ❤️
moneybags: SIMP
namaste: funny u say that
owlashes: maybe we should change alex's name to dick rider w/ how much he glazes michael kaiser
namaste: have u taken a pregnancy test yet
ballwizard: came back negative 💔
namaste: wait did u actually try it fr
namaste: LMAOOOOOO
moneybags: ok back on topic
moneybags: igaguri how do you fuck up so bad you got the PROTAGONIST of all ppl kicked off the program
namaste: ok so the system gave me a mission to make the protag shine
namaste: the usual stuff so ppl glaze him
namaste: i was tryna annoy ppl and make myself an obvious and easy target for him to style on
namaste: hell i even got leg cramps and couldnt move bro
namaste: somehow the demons got into a couple of my other teammates and they took him out
namaste: kira had a full mental breakdown bro it lowkey made me shit my pants
namaste: he looked like a titan
ballwizard: yall mofos mustve pissed him hard
moneybags: aw shit what happens now
namaste: well i failed the mission so i didnt get any points from that
namaste: but somehow i unlocked an achievement???
namaste: now i have to play sherlock and find the new mc in my group
ballwizard: that doesnt sound so bad
ballwizard: could be worse
ballwizard: system could have ended the road there my dude
owlashes: the world itself hasnt ended yet either and we all still here to ball hog
namaste: and every second that passes i continue to pray to buddha for thanks that im still kicking and breathing
owlashes: oh hey just like a real monk
namaste: fuck off
moneybags: ig we got a new storyline now but it sounds like a you problem
namaste: aw cmon guys help a bro out here
owlashes: well we cant realistically help you tbh
owlashes: for one we aint even in the same grp
owlashes: and alex is not even in the same country
ballwizard: baby striker has a point yer on ur own pal
namaste: FUCK
owlashes: fyi we cant talk about our rankings or what team we belong to
owlashes: i just typed to ask where yall are or what number yall got so we can maybe rub our single braincells together to find the new hero
ballwizard: smort
moneybags: das our baby striker im so proud
owlashes: the system immediately blocked it
namaste: damn
namaste: ig no spoilers huh
owlashes: yup
owlashes: but we're apparently allowed to talk about who we're with for some reason
moneybags: ill take it names should be good enough for now its only been one day
ballwizard: cool i wanna hear about yall groupies for the selection
namaste: aight ill go first
namaste: the standouts in my grp are kira ryosuke as ive mentioned
moneybags: rip the og mc
ballwizard: rest in piss he wont be missed
moneybags: who else is on ur team igaguri
namaste: right so
namaste: aside from kira we have that one psycho who was sleeping on the floor for some reason
namaste: the other dude who got possessed by the soccer demons
namaste: a red haired guy who i thought was a chick at first glance
namaste: discount bakugou
namaste: and kurosaki ichigo
owlashes: u guys have a whole ass shinigami on ur side??
namaste: he REALLY looks like him bro
namaste: u should check the playback later
namaste: all thats missing is the sword haha
moneybags: ig its my turn now
moneybags: im w/ my treasure ❤️
moneybags: that about sums it up
owlashes: bro rly out here saying he's with his bf... and the rest of nobodies
namaste: man what did we do to get stuck with not just one but TWO massive simps
owlashes: maybe its a sign that u should go home to the temple bro
owlashes: be away from worldly desires and all that
moneybags: GOTTEM
ballwizard: HAHAHAHAHA
namaste: fuck u
owlashes: u gotta admit u walked right into that one
namaste: ye fair das mb
ballwizard: anyway hbu baby striker hows ur side lookin like
owlashes: rn im in a team with shark teeth guy, kuroko tetsuya, and a zesty demon
moneybags: is kuroko the same guy that u beat in the middle school nationals from last yr
moneybags: the one with blue hair and is rly good at passing
owlashes: yup thats the one
moneybags: small world huh
namaste: shark teeth sounds kinda rad
namaste: but whats this bout a zesty demon
owlashes: the moment we stepped onto the field he started giving us free sex education that we didnt ask for
namaste: lmao what is up with this program and attracting all the weirdos
owlashes: yall did say this place is ground zero for the protag right? makes sense u get a colorful cast
ballwizard: btw are we calling it BL or bllk
ballwizard: typing the whole name every time we mention it is gonna be tedious
moneybags: i vote for BL
moneybags: short sweet and to the point
owlashes: gay
namaste: ofc u would vote for that
namaste: i think we should call it bllk
namaste: we have enough gay ppl in here that it will be confusing if we talkin about boy kissing BL or soccer BL
owlashes: i also vote for bllk
ballwizard: igaguri's got a good point
ballwizard: bllk it is
moneybags: damn i got outvoted
moneybags: u gotta admit it would be funny calling it BL tho
The two boys stared at the glowing text in stunned silence, their heads almost leaning toward the floating box as though afraid it might vanish if they blinked too long.
The words scrolled upward in waves, an endless stream of chatter that felt too fast, too alive, too real. Strangers they had never met—voices without faces—were bickering, teasing, and laughing over their lives like it was all just a game to be spectated. Every new message only made the room feel smaller, the air heavier, as though the walls themselves were listening.
Bachira’s eyes, however, sparkled with childlike wonder. He leaned closer, his grin wide and unsteady, like someone staring into a dream that might slip away at any second. “Isagi, we’re in a chatroom with ghosts,” he whispered, and though his tone was playful, his voice carried the same tremor that made his shoulders twitch. His fingers hovered in the air, twitching like he was itching to reach out and touch the box—like it was some new toy he wanted to dismantle just to see how it worked.
Isagi, however, felt a pit forming in his stomach. Hallucination? A trick from the Blue Lock program? Some hidden test? None of it made sense. These people weren’t just talking nonsense; they knew things—about the program, about the players—like they had already seen the future play out. That knowledge pressed down on him heavier than any training drill, heavier than Ego’s harsh words.
One name in the stream snapped him out of his thoughts: Igaguri.
His eyes narrowed at the mention, and for a second he imagined their bald-headed teammate in his usual jittery state, trying too hard to play serious while everyone else treated him like a punchline. But here, in this bizarre chat, Igaguri was something else entirely. He was typing like he belonged; a mastermind that owned information none of them should have.
Bachira leaned in closer, grinning like a kid about to pull a prank. “Heh, should we ask him about it? Igaguri’s hiding something fun, I can feel it. Maybe he’s the real monster after all.” His voice carried that mischievous lilt, the same one he used when he was about to dribble past three defenders just for the thrill.
Isagi grabbed his wrist before he could reach toward the text. “Don’t. Not yet.” His voice was sharper than he intended, but he couldn’t shake the weight of the unease gnawing at him. “If they really know what’s going to happen, we should listen. We can figure out what’s real and what’s just noise. If we rush, we’ll lose it.”
Bachira tilted his head, blinking in surprise. Then slowly, his grin softened into something sharper, more focused. “You’re thinking like a striker, huh? Watching the field before you move.”
Isagi didn’t reply. He kept his gaze fixed on the flickering stream of messages, his pulse drumming louder with each new line. For once, the pitch wasn’t the only place where the game was being played—and if what he feared was true, then every word appearing on that strange black box could change the future.