BLUE LOCK (ブルーロック)

How?

How have I been brought to my knees without even scoring once?

I'm supposed to be the king of the field.

I... used to play the lead on the field.

Y-You're amazing, Barou-kun.

I had talent.

I'm so happy you're on my team!

Everyone else was in a supporting role.

You all need to move so I can score.

Sure thing!

We're invincible now!

They're happy even though they're just the supporting cast.

Why do they even play soccer?

I am the king.

I gave up trying to understand others, and pursued my own style of soccer.

Then, it hit me. I didn't like soccer because I got to feel like a king.

And it obviously wasn't because I loved kicking a ball around.

I liked it because I could grab someone who'd dedicated their whole life to soccer

and drag them off the stage and out of the spotlight with my goals.

I found myself playing to taste that exhilaration.

I know, more than anyone...

that it's a feeling of incomparable joy,

only available to the truly strong.

If they score next, we lose, Isagi.

It's our ball. Let's go get one.

Yeah, let's start our comeback here—

Go on!

For real?!

A direct shot?

Ah, damn it!

Kunigami, the loose ball!

Right!

Let's go, Reo! Time for a swift counter—

Just you try it, Kunigami Gains-kun.

Man, he was on me fast!

Over here, Kunigami! We can't lose it so close to the goal!

Nice, Reo. All yours!

What?

He read my movement?

I won't...

let you have it all your own way!

Loose ball.

It's finally here.

My big chance to become the lead.

The ideal zone for my shot is wide open.

If I eat up the last few meters with my first touch,

I can hit a precise shot toward goal!

You're one step short, King.

I'm faster.

Bastard.

If I take a touch, he'll catch up to me!

Damn, damn, damn!

What do I do? Do I shoot even though I'm not in range?

Damn it!

My ideal zone is right there!

I'm one step...

too short.

Give me the ball.

That was a nice pass, donkey.

You need to move so I can score.

What is this feeling?

This despair that's gripping my heart?

Is it defeat?

I didn't make that pass myself.

It was forced out of me.

In that moment, I lost to Isagi Yoichi.

Don't stand in my way.

Or I'll kill you.

You have no talent.

Do you want the king to personally crush you?

Go back to sleep, average Joe.

I'll decide what I do.

I'd rather die than play for someone else.

You all need to move so I can score.

In that moment, he was the lead,

and soccer didn't exist to serve me.

I wasn't a king at all.

Isagi's unstoppable right now.

The next play will be the last.

Keep Isagi from getting the ball at all costs.

Right. I don't think we can stop him if he gets it.

It's our ball at the restart, so we'll kick off the last play.

We will score the next goal and win.

If they take the ball from us, we lose.

In that case, let's use my speed.

Right now, that route gives us the best possibility of scoring.

Okay, that's the general plan, then.

If we want to bet everything on the last shot, it's our best option.

We will win this.

Yeah.

It's all I'm here for.

It's their ball at the restart.

Before anything else, we have to get the ball.

Yup.

But we gotta watch out for Chigiri.

Even if we mark him, he can outrun us in a foot race.

And if he controls it like he did earlier, his speed won't drop at all.

If we start our sprints at the same time, there's no way we can beat him.

In that case...

We have to stop him before that.

You have a plan?

Yeah, I'll stick on Reo and—

Wait, hold on.

Do we want to share this with him?

It's easier to defend with three of us, and if we concede next, we're done.

It's pointless saying anything to a dethroned king.

You and I will decide how this last play turns out.

All right.

Their defense is focused on blocking the route to Chigiri?

While the route to Kunigami is pretty much wide open?

Which means they don't care if I pass it that way.

Damn. I want to use Chigiri's speed,

Dribble

Dribble

but like this, any pass to him will put him at a disadvantage.

Pass

Pass

Disadvantage

Disadvantage

And Nagi is laser-focused on marking Chigiri.

They've seen through our tactic completely.

Kunigami!

So I'm not a threat, huh?

But what do we do?

Any less-than-perfect pass is too risky.

Should I try beating Barou?

No, that's also way too risky.

Reo, go again!

It won't work. Kunigami and I can't go on the attack here.

No. What the hell am I thinking?

I'm gonna beat this guy!

I will force open...

the route to Chigiri!

Not yet.

Draw him in.

I don't need to get past him.

A clear path is all I need.

One moment will do!

I see it!

Run!

Okay!

I win, Isagi Yoichi!

Leave it all to me!

This guy...

Where's he going?

He's charging down my pass. Surely he's not...

Knowing he can't beat Chigiri for speed, he's trying to... intercept my pass himself?

Nice pass, Reo.

That's what we were waiting for.

Huh? You're kidding.

This whole situation was part of his plan?

If he doesn't get a touch on the ball, Chigiri will get it and it's game over.

Reach it.

They've taken such a huge gamble in the last minutes of the match?

Aw, man. That was super close.

L-Loose ball!

Let's go, donkey.

Bring it, King!

Once I'd accepted this thing called defeat,

it became crystal clear to me that this field is shining for his goals.

Strangely, I'm fine with it.

Maybe because I'm no longer the lead.

This way!

I'm here, too!

This guy...

Hold up, you bastard!

I won't let you have it all your own way, genius!

You again, Meddling Missy?

I've never felt like this before.

They're taunting me with all these routes to scoring.

And showing me that, in my supporting role, I can make a pass and we can win.

I can be a vital piece in our next goal.

You two are shining too damn bright for me.

Damn. So that's what it was about.

All of the supporting cast who have fed me passes up to now...

This is how they felt.

This sense of defeat can only be salvaged...

by entrusting the goal to the supreme strikers!

We can win with my pass.

So this is what being a "team" means.

This is how I create a chemical reaction with them.

For the defeated man in the supporting role, this is his reason for existing.

What's this?

What's going on?

What's clinging to me?

Is this the future that awaits me after this pass?

I see.

Entrusting the goal to them...

might indeed salvage me from this sense of defeat.

But that's just escapism for those with broken dreams

who can't bear to deny the lives they've led so far.

That's right. It's nothing but a loser's excuse.

I refuse...

to live in a future...

like that!

A chop feint?!

And acute-angle dribbling?!

The path I need to see is...

Barou!

Didn't know he could do that.