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Hi, my name’s Isagi. I don’t really know why I’m deciding to write in this old diary of mine - my therapist did tell me that writing it all down would help me, but I doubt it will. I doubt anything will help.
You probably want some sort of context, don’t you? Well, I’m going to give it to you.
From a young age, I loved soccer. I was good at it too. And then one day, after a match which my team lost, I got an invitation to a program called Blue Lock. 300 strikers were invited to this program, which was designed to train these strikers until one of them became the best striker in the world. The other 299 were eliminated. And once you got eliminated from Blue Lock, you could never play for Japan’s national team ever again. It was an extremely intense and traumatising program.
But not only because of soccer.
I made a lot of friends - and rivals - at Blue Lock. Rin, Chigiri, Nagi, Reo, Barou, Kunigami, Bachira… I could go on. Yes, the Blue Lock program was intense, but it was fun. Yes, I felt bad whenever someone got locked off, but if I wanted to become the best striker in the world, it had to be done. Yes, my rank was 299th out of 300, so all I had to do was improve.
I always looked at the bright side of things. That’s just who I was back then. But there are some things that don’t have a bright side.
And the tale I’m about to tell you is a story I’ll never forget for as long as I live.