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CHAPTER 4: Playing favorites

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Synopsis: What do you do when you die and get isekai-d to a fictional world and forced to become a manager for a facility filled with sweaty teenage boys, really high egos, and soccer balls? They don't teach you this in school, and you just want to go home.

☆ Gender neutral reader

☆ Not decided on whether it should be platonic or romantic

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You’re starting to get used to the busy life of a manager: reading health reports, studying football strategy and theories, doing their laundry, and making sure they are not skipping their training. Watching them play matches was interesting, to say the least. After all, you have never seen any matches apart from the ones that Team Z was a part of. Barou was indeed as impressive as he seemed to be portrayed in the anime.

And you were even more impressed with the Team V trio. Their movements were in sync, and you could see why they were ranked the highest.

You didn’t even need to give anyone a pep talk about how they can achieve anything if they work for it! It almost made you forget just one, teeny-tiny, crucial detail.

“If you work together with me, I will provide you with all of the information about each Team Z member.” You hear Kuon’s voice, and remember his little… scheme. As much as you want to put an immediate stop to whatever the Wanima brothers and Kuon were planning, you decide against it. This was an important event that had to happen, after all.

You waited until they were done, and watched Kuon quickly leave to go to the meeting his team is holding. But you stop him.

“Blue Lock was made to create the best striker,” You start as Kuon flinches at the sound of your voice. He turns around to face you.

“You must think that methods like that will get you to the top, right?” You glare at him, looking at his eyes. Almost as if you were challenging him to deny anything. 

“Well, it won't. Using schemes like that in the face of pure strength? It will only give you a more humiliating downfall.” Your eyes meet his, and he's glaring right back at you.

“You don't know me. Or what I've been through.” He retorts, his voice getting shaky with annoyance. “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”

You don't say anything momentarily, looking at Kuon starting to fidget and sweat. “You're not wrong.” You admit to him, and Kuon looks at you, surprised. “You won't be punished for this anyway, it's not like it's a means for disqualification.” You shrug. 

“But we are looking for someone who can beat strikers who use petty schemes like yours. So if you can't prove to us that you can truly survive on your strength and wit alone,” You give him an eerie smile. “Then lock off.”

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After subtly threatening Kuon about his little ploy, you decide that maybe it is time to give someone a little pep talk. You know that after Team Z has their meeting, Isagi and Chigiri would have their little chat about his past, so you decide that maybe you should get to Chigiri before Isagi does. You know, just to give him a teeny-tiny nudge before Isagi fully shoves him to actually play.

You can't help but feel a little disappointed with yourself, though. Here you are, playing favorites with Team Z, while you act so formal and proper with the other teams. But you try to justify it, telling yourself that they need this help to progress the story. And it works for a moment, at least long enough to make you drag your feet to the TV room. Taking a deep breath, you enter quietly, holding the bunch of discs from the morning's matches tighter against you.

You see Chigiri, watching yesterday's matches quietly. Watching them with hints of longing and envy, probably wishing he could play like them. You take a deep breath, then let out a little ahem! to let him know you're there.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You ask him, quietly setting the discs down. Chigiri only scoffs, moving to the side to let you join him on the floor.

“I guess it's just…” Chigiri starts to open up. “I kinda miss playing soccer just as fervently as the other guys.” He watches the new match videos with a sad look in his eyes.

“Because of your injury?” You ask him, glancing at his knee. Chigiri looks at you and sighs.

“Don't give me that look,” Chigiri lectures you, staring back at the TV. “I'm not some pitiful thing.”

“Sorry,” you apologize quietly. “I just… thought that maybe you should try playing soccer again. The way you want.”

“And risk tearing my ACL again?” He retorts, gripping the floor of the mat a little. “I came here to find a reason to quit, not to get injured again.” 

“It's not that way at all,” you defend yourself, raising your hands up in defense. “It's just, if you really came here to quit, you would've just quit the moment the tag game started, right?”

“That does not count.” Chigiri responds, staring at the screen.

“Maybe if you just tried to play as freely as you want, you could-”

“I could do what?” Chigiri challenges you, slamming his hand down on the mat in frustration. “Lose my ability to walk? Give up my dream?”

You want to say something, anything to ease his tension, but before you could say anything, Isagi walks in.

And you decide that maybe you overstepped Chigiri's boundaries, opting to let Isagi do the talking, rather than continuing and ruining the flow of time.

“I should leave you be,” you timidly muster out, quickly getting up and dusting yourself off. “good night, you two. Please make sure you get some rest before your next match.”

Well, that failed spectacularly. You groan in frustration, wondering if you did too much and probably soured the mood too much for Isagi to get his say in. So much for playing favorites, you think.

You decide that it's probably better to let the guys be for now, worried that you would ruin the chances of a smooth sailing timeline.

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A/n: Hey guys...... so sorry for like not posting for how many weeks? I was really busy graduating and getting ready to go to college, so it's been reallyyyyyy busy... but I will try to post more often that I'm free!

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Send help or deodorant, either one works.

Chapter 3: A Change of Fate

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Synopsis: What do you do when you die and get isekai-d to a fictional world and forced to become a manager for a facility filled with sweaty teenage boys, really high egos, and soccer balls? They don't teach you this in school, and you just want to go home.

☆ Gender neutral reader

☆ Not decided on whether it should be platonic or romantic

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The first match started similarly to how it started in the manga. Everyone would begin stealing the ball from each other, teammate or not. You sigh, unsure whether you should be thankful or disappointed that what you did yesterday affected the timeline of events.

Yesterday, you bumped into a muttering Isagi. He was murmuring about how he might be eliminated if he were to keep evolving at this pace. 

“A-ah! Manager Y/N, I’m sorry.” He barely squeaked out, frantically waving his hands around. You chuckle and forgive him quickly. He looked like a mess, his hair was slightly disheveled, and you could see small bags under his eyes.

“You look troubled.” You point out, and Isagi laughs awkwardly. “Do you want to talk about it?” You offered, and he stares at you, bewildered.

“Really? You would do that for me?” He asked, to which you nod. You two find a quiet area in the cafeteria to sit and talk. You ask him what was bothering him, and he told you his woes.

“Well, I’m just a little worried.” He started, fiddling with the cup in his hands. “I feel so lackluster compared to all the other guys here. Kuon has a good jumping range, Raichi has great endurance… and I’m… nothing.”

You listen to him intently, trying to find a way to help him, without revealing that you already know what he’s capable of. The hard part was to find a way to nudge him in the right direction for his evolution. 

“Ego says that everyone has to start from zero, right?” You asked him. He nods, looking up at you.

“Soccer was never always about different positions, if I remember correctly. Everyone who played was a striker.” You tell him, gauging to see if he understood what you were saying.

“Perhaps with that in mind, the way they played would be considered zero?” You could see the gears in his head turning, and you smiled. Your point got across.

“I see. Thank you, manager.” Isagi smiles, excitedly getting up and leaving you alone in the quiet area of the cafeteria.

You snap out of your thoughts, watching Barou Shoei from Team X steal the ball from the chaotic mess in the field. Your advice did not go through as well as you hoped. Not that it’s bad; you reason with yourself, eyes trained as Barou is about to score a goal.

Isagi and Bachira were both at the defense line, and Isagi was a lot calmer than when this match originally happened. You guessed that Isagi and Bachira decided to observe and then react, rather than enter the chaos from earlier. It gave them a slight advantage, with Bachira able to get the ball back momentarily, letting the group coordinate an attack. 

It didn’t last long, though. Barou got the ball back easily, scoring a goal for team X. You just watch. You supposed the first half didn’t go according to the script, but the timeline flowed as K*neshiro intended. You’re just glad you didn’t destroy the flow of events.

The match went on, but something changed. Bachira and Isagi are more coordinated and in sync. It seemed like they understood what “Soccer from scratch” meant. You want to believe you haven’t done anything to change the timeline, but you know better.

Eventually, the match ended with Team X winning by 4 points. Not the best score out there, but Bachira got one point for Team Z, allowing his teammates to coordinate a little more with him. It was interesting to you how, with just a few words, you could create a change of fate. All because you told Isagi about your thoughts on starting from zero. 

You finally get up from your little viewing chair, watching the teams leave the field. After a good stretch of your legs, you leave the viewing room. You still have so much to do, after all. You can’t help but be excited to talk to everyone and learn about them outside the confines of a fictional world. 

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A/n: Hello! I finally got the chance to finish chapter 3!! Hooray!! I'm planning on having more heart-to-heart conversations with the cast, but I still need a bit of time to analyze their personalities. I might post more now since major classes and requirements are done. Thank you!

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CHAPTER 2: Not a meet-cute

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Synopsis: What do you do when you die and get isekai-d to a fictional world and forced to become a manager for a facility filled with sweaty teenage boys, really high egos, and soccer balls? They don't teach you this in school, and you just want to go home.

☆ Gender neutral reader

☆ Not decided on whether it should be platonic or romantic

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“You may cooperate… And also betray each other…” Ego's voice echoes through the facility speakers as you approach the room where Team Z is staying.

Oh no. You're going to experience the ENTIRE storyline all over again. You can NOT be ready for the amount of drama this colorful cast of idiots will make you go through. You don't think you're prepared to see the other teams either. Especially after NagiReo's breakup number 2000.

And as much as you want to curl up into a hole and disappear, you're already in front of the door. You take a deep breath and open it slowly.

… Why the HELL are they all staring at you with their bug-looking eyes. Looking at you like you're an alien, when they all have their nasty, stinky, unwashed feet out-oh god, you are gonna throw up. This was NOT the meet-cute of your fantasies.

“... Hi.” You start your conversation, trying to ignore the smell of sweat and teenage boys. “I’m Y/N L/N. I’m here to deliver your clothes…?”

“O-oh… Thank you.” Isagi takes tentative steps forward, reaching for the stack of clothes. You come closer to hand it over to him, and you swear on your life, you can start to smell the absolute STINK these guys are emitting. You try to give the team a welcoming smile. One that hopefully doesn’t scream TAKE A DAMN SHOWER.

“So…” Your eyes shift around the room to see everyone’s faces in real time for the first time. No more frothing at the mouth over fan art, you suppose, because this is the real deal. They look so much different from how they do on a screen.

“Other than that, I’ll be your manager from now on.” You bow slightly, looking straight at the floor. “I hope we can get along.”

The team… mostly doesn’t say much. Some are either humming out their appreciation or just straight up ignoring you. Until Kunigami steps up and gives you a thankful smile.

“Thank you, Manager Y/N. We'll make sure to come to you with any questions in the future.” He urges the others to agree, which they do. Reluctantly. It made your heartbeat a little faster with how courteous and gentlemanly he was with you as a manager.

A shame he'd have to stifle that lovely personality of his in the Wild Card… You sigh, deciding that maybe you should hand the clothes to them yourself, to, you know, get a grasp of the team. You start with the ones nearest to you, Kunigami and Isagi, and hand them their clothes for the foreseeable future.

“Here. Thank you for welcoming me.” You start, trying to make small talk. Isagi chuckles nervously and takes his loungewear set, trying to ease his nerves after he body-slammed Kira with that damn ball. “Um.. You're welcome..! Sorry, this is so awkward, I've… never really had a manager for soccer before.” He explains, scratching the back of his head.

“Don't worry, I'm new to this too.” You smile reassuringly, walking over to a sleeping Bachira, and gently place his clothes on the floor near him. He mumbles something about passing a ball to Zico..? You decide not to question it and keep on going.

Imamura, Iemon, Kuon, Raichi… You keep handing out their clothes, and some huff and puff about how they can take their clothes by themselves, and to stop treating them like toddlers. (Well, it was only Raichi complaining.)

Then comes Chigiri, who looks at the clothes you gave him, scoffs, and snatches them from your hands. You forget how moody this little princess is, so you leave him be. Besides, he’s probably still sulking about his ticking time-bomb of a leg. You make a mental note to try not to inflate his ego too much for now.

With all the clothes given away, you present them with their schedule for the next few days of staying in Blue Lock, and tell them of the different amenities and items available to them. Only some of the guys are ever really listening to you, but you continue anyway. You were able to finish your little speech and leave the room with a polite wave, letting them decide what they want to do now.

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Three days have passed. You decided to write down everything you can remember about Blue Lock, its people, and the timeline of events that will happen, just in case you destroy the flow of time by moving a rock or whatever.

You discover that a lot of things have changed. Firstly, there is only one manager per stratum, and that fact alone is a game-changer. You’re glad you don’t have to carry the burden of dealing with 275 players alone, even though the workload is still so shit. (Thanks, Ego Jinpachi.)

Second, there are medical professionals in the scene now. You guess that in this timeline, the JFU had some money to burn on this project. How thankful you are to have actual doctors and not just measly medkits to keep these teenagers alive.

The last major change you think that should be important to you is that you have a family here. A mom, a dad, and a little brother who is, conveniently, a super fan of football. Your “memories” came pre-installed in your consciousness when you woke up in this universe.

“So, how are things holding up on your end, Penelope?” The manager of stratum one, Mai, asked. Penelope only sighs and shakes her head, almost like she is losing it completely.

“It’s INFURIATING!” She groans, leaning her head back on the chair she's sitting on. “There is this guy who keeps beating people up, no matter what! Do you know how many times I had to reprimand him?!”

“Poor you,” Mai coos at Penelope, gently patting her head. Penelop can only grumble, hiding her face in her hands in frustration. “You’ve been so tired these past few days, working hard and getting scolded a lot.” Mai continues to empathize with Penelope. “Thanks, Mai-Mai.” She murmurs quietly, earning a pleased hum from Mai.

“Let me guess,” you chime in with a grin, “is this guy blonde with pink tips at the ends of his hair?”

“Yes?! How did you know?” Penelope looks at you with surprise. You chuckle, and lean back on your chair. “I've seen his behavioral reports in Ego's office, so I know a thing or two.”

Penelope only groans louder, causing you and Mai to laugh.

“Oh, we gotta go.” Mai looks at her watch, and stands up abruptly. “We gotta monitor the 1st selection matches in 20 minutes.” Right, you forgot about that. You sigh and get up as well, waving goodbye to your fellow managers and head to your stratum surveillance area.

Once you arrived, you sat down and got ready to watch the first carnage.

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A/n: Hey..... hey guys..... I just finished a research defense, so that's what took me a while to finish. I'm still trying to get a grasp on what I want this story to really be, so please bear with me a little. Also, should I make a manager introduction soon?

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OHH ok so that's why a reo chain was named "Royal Shadow Ling King"

I once saw a Keychain online with different blue lock characters, and reo's was "Royal Shadow Ling King" and Chigiri's was "Cheetah horse"

Blue lock character name analysis pt.2!

you can find pt.1 here

(im using traditional Chinese in this post since i used simplified last time, sorry if theres any confusion!)

Mikage Reo

His name is 御影 玲王. His name really stuck with me since it sounded really royal 😭

First of all, 御 can mean imperial or royal, or someone related to the emperor, king, or queen. 影means shadow. 玲 is used as an onomatopoeia in Classic Chinese, referring to the tinkling sound of pieces of jade. 王 means King.

His name just sounds rich man

Nagi Seishiro

His name is 凪 誠士郎

The thing is 凪 isn’t actually a Chinese character and i tried so many times to type and write it on the Chinese keyboard only for another character to pop up😭😭

But anyways, 凪 is common girls name in japan. 誠 means sincere, honest. 士 usually means scholar, officer. 郎 means gentleman, usually meant as a compliment for men.

Yukimiya Kenyu

I love yuki dude he’s so AAAAUAGGHH

His name is雪宮 劍優, it sounds just as elegant as him,,,

雪 means snow, 宮 means palace (宮殿）, 劍 means sword/ dagger, and 優 is a positive word, usually used to praise someone as excellent or above average (優秀、優等）

im pretty sure 優can also mean kind, soft in japanese as well! (優しい) correct me if im wrong (´ε｀ )♡

need him diabolically please

Igarashi Gurimo

His name is 五十嵐 栗夢, 五十 means fifty, 嵐 means fog or mist on the mountains, 栗 means chestnut, and 夢 means dream

Chestnut dream?? Goofy ahh name go back the temple bro

Shidou Ryusei

his name is 士道 龍聖

道 can mean path, principle or Taoism, 龍 means dragon, 聖 means holy or sacred

His name actually sounds very sacred and serious

Kunigami Rensuke

His name is 國神 煉介

國 means country (國家）, 神 means god, 煉 means to smelt/refine

idk why but i feel like this name is very fitting for him, it sounds very heroic? If thats the correct term. Think anime protagonist kinda name

if you want me to do a specific character’s name then feel free to ask!

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Send help or deodorant, either one works

What do you do when you die and get isekai-d to a fictional world and forced to become a manager for a facility filled with sweaty teenage boys, really high egos, and soccer balls? They don't teach you this in school, and you just want to go home.

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Content warnings: this fic has knowledge of recent leaks and chapters. If you don't wanna be spoiled, please click away, or read at your own risk. Other than that, there is minor cursing.

☆ This fic is Gn!Reader. Whether or not it is platonic or romantic has NOT been decided yet.

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Author's note: hello!! This is the first ever time I'm actually writing something here. This fic (that may or may not be uploaded sporadically) was heavily inspired by my friend @lux-drm and their fic "that time I got reincarnated as the mc of an otome game"!! Their works are really good, so please don't hesitate to read their work!

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CHAPTER 1: Possibly destroying Spacetime continuum

No one gives you a tutorial on what to do if you suddenly get transported to a fictional world you are so into, that you can recite each and every dialog word for word.

And no one definitely tells you how to act when you become a manager for Blue Lock, all of a sudden.

In the world you're in now, it's supposed to be a new facility with newer ideals! How the hell are you supposed to pretend that "oh, I totally do not know everyone and everything in this manga like the back of my own hand"???

Blue Lock didn't even have managers! Or medics... or laundromats??? Seriously, can teenage boys actually survive this facility without getting any major epidemic or foot disease?

You shake the thoughts out of your head, and try to listen to Ego Jinpachi's rant about how strikers are egotistical little shits, but you've heard him say this for so many times, read his stupid speech a lot more, and quite frankly, you just want this over with.

What's new is your existence. You know damn well that you possibly destroyed space-time continuum, but hey, it's definitely not your fault. You didn't ask to be transferred to another universe! It did sound nice when you were in your previous life, but you want take-backsies!

"Nervous, Y/N?" Anri snaps you out of your second little daydream, this time for good.

"A little." you reply quietly, watching Team Z run around like little rats, dodging a soccer ball. It was times like this you wish you could see in real time, without the little monologs, to see what others see. But now you know how fast time can fly.

You watch Bachira Meguru pass the ball to Isagi Yoichi, who kicks the ball, and it hits Kira- you forgot his full name- square in the face, and it makes you wince. Anyone would wince at a blow like that, unless you're a sadist.

"What the fuck?! Do you think you'll win the World Cup with this shit?!" Kira's voice echoed through the communication system. You forgot he has a big mental breakdown here about being-

"AREN'T I "JAPAN'S NATIONAL TRASURE"??? HUH?" And just like that, he took the words out of your thoughts.

Asking for Isagi and Igaguri to be eliminated instead of him would, unfortunately for him, not do shit. Because Isagi is the main character, and Igaguri for some reason has the blessing of Lady Luck with how long he stayed up until chapter 300.

Shit, what happens after chapter 300??? K*neshiro had a break before you got isekai-d to his god forbidden manga. Oh you are so fucked, you think as you wipe sweat off your palms.

"Y/N, go prepare the lounge wear for Stratum 5's team Z, please." Anri– bless her heart– instructs you to deliver 11 sets of lounge wear.

"Are these the only clothes these teenagers will ever wear?" You don't even want to think about the foul odor that will come out of these rooms and the stench those teens will emit as soon as you step inside.

Despite your hesitance, you nod and start your job as a manager.

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Single dad lilia, my friend's favorite thing.

He keeps quoting the SpongeBob licking meme every time I show him lilia

Single dad shenanigans.

This kind of goes along with the tattoo au as a possible prequel. I like to imagine Lilia is a young punk dad for most of Silver's childhood. He goes out to concerts, sleeps in, and is a little irresponsible at times but he learns quickly to put Silver first <3

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