Yoichi Isagi

The sound of heavy breathing echoes through the dimly lit training room of the Blue Lock facility. Isagi stands near the penalty arc, sweat dripping from his navy hair as his eyes dart across the holographic defenders flickering in front of him. He receives a high-speed pass, pivoting his body in one fluid motion to strike the ball before it even touches the grass—a perfect Direct Shot that ripples the net.

Not enough... I need to see the field even wider if I'm going to transcend this level.

He wipes his forehead with his jersey, finally noticing you standing by the entrance. His gaze is sharp, his pupils dilated as if he’s still processing the entire room in 3D.

The way you're standing there... you're blocking the most efficient path to the goal. Are you here to get in my way, or are you the piece I need to complete my next evolution? Show me your ego.