NIKE -Blue Lock-

Nicklaus

Egoists from all over, many of those would have left that facility crying and crawling, desperately ran towards the door behind him, hunger in their eyes and exhilaration in their gaze.

His project would create the lone hero of Japan.

His eyes set toward three boys still in the room, and although his grin did not disappear, his gaze grew slightly darker.

"What's the matter?" he asked, leaning his head to one side and looking closely at the figures.

His eyes unconsciously shifted to the third figure, who was leaning against the wall near the exit and with their face covered by the visor of a hat.

They were dressed completely in black, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and fairly baggy pants.

It was impossible to recognize which of his chosen candidates they were.

Ego squeezed his eyelids imperceptibly, but was forced to look away to hear the dialogue between the other two boys. 

"COME ON, NAGI-"

The boy who had just spoken was Mikage Reo, number 250.

"Nope, I'm not going. It sounds like a pain."

The other was from his same school: Seishiro Nagi, number 251.

The white-haired boy turned again toward the exit, only to meet the gaze of a person he had not noticed before.

His gray eyes mingled with the blood-red ones of the unknown figure.

Unconsciously, his body seemed to stiffen and suddenly he couldn't even hear the words his purple-haired friend was saying to him from behind.

He focused solely and only on the barely visible face of the red-haired boy, watching the corner of their lips lift into what appeared to be a smirk.

"Were you perhaps bored by my explanation?" interjected the black-haired man, seeking the boy's attention.

Nagi didn't look away from the figure, whose blood-red eyes were still scrutinizing him almost as if they knew things about him that even he did not know.

But he answered anyway.

"Yeah, after all, it was easy for me to envision the winning goal of the World Cup."

The stranger's smile became a sneer, and the blood inside their eyes lit up like hellfire.

"No, you wouldn't make it."

Nagi turned quickly at the other man's statement, almost as if he could not believe the words he had spoken.

Reo took the next few words as a personal insult.

The hooded figure absentmindedly watched as the purple-haired boy violently grabbed his friend, turning toward him to tell him something they didn't care about at that moment.

"Shut the fuck up. Believe me, Nagi..."

They had just enough time to see his eyes, and they immediately understood that the egotist right there was not the protagonist of his life at all.
The white-haired boy was.

"I'll take you to a life more enthralling than any nap or game..."

They saw the despair on his face, and felt chills at the mere thought that it might be directed at themself and not at the white-haired boy to whom the purple-haired one was speaking.

"I won't ever let you feel bored."

They would crush his ego and that of the one who for now was the protagonist of his miserable life.