𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

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when you arrived they told you to wait till your number was called out

when your turn came, you were given number 288Z

they led you to a door that said ʼroom Zʼ

once you got in you notice the room was empty

guess you were the first one to arrive

lucky you, that meant you could change in peace

not too long after you were done changing, the room started filling with players

you stayed sat with your eyes closed by the wall you were leaning on

you refused to open your eyes cause you knew you wouldn't be able to handle the naked body of a bunch of men

as you dozed off, you heard the sound of a familiar male which cause you to finally open your eyes

"hey Isagi, I'm glad there's at least one person I know here," said the ash-blonde male from earlier

"uhh, yeah" nervously responds the said male

as they walked ahead, a white shirt flew into the dark-haired male's face

"oh my bad, my shirt flew away," said a ginger with a deadpan

as your eyes met his body you instantly turned away and covered your eyes out of embarrassment

how were you supposed to live with a bunch of men for who knows how long

attractive ones as well

you zoned out into your world as a way to distract yourself until the voice of Ego spoke up

"have you finished changing my unpolished gems?" started the male

silence reigned over the players in the room

"your abilities have been ranked by me. according to arbitrary and biased decision-making, that's what the numbers on your uniform represent" said the male with his hand out

"you can tell at a glance what your rank out of 300 players is"

you looked around the room, quickly checking out the other players numbers

ʼso I'm the top play in the roomʼ you thought still sitting against the wall eyes closed 'still 288 is pretty low out of 300 people'

"anyone who loses here will be stripped from their right to play for Japan"

a bunch of huhs and what resonated in the room

"what you need to gain here is ego and I'll now test yours with a game of tag" silence

"you have 136 seconds. whoever is struck by the ball is ʼitʼ. the person in possession of the ball when the timer runs out will be locked off" continued the male

"oh and like basic soccer, no hands," he said pointing at his hand

as you finally opened your eyes to look at the screen where Ego had previously been podcasted from, a smaller version of the bald guy was shown with a timer under his image

"what the hell, this isn't soccer" spoke a sharp-toothed guy

"damn! being ʼitʼ first since you're ranked lowest" cussed the igaguri " alright, let's do this"

he then started running different players in the room, muttering an ʼamenʼ every time he shot the ball

you stood up but remained next to the wall you were previously leaning against

it was then the ball shot toward you but you managed to move your head aside

"damnit! I can't even hit the people who are immobile!"