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Blue Lock: I, Ryōsuke Kira, Start With Thunder Breathing

MrBlackWing
In the blink of an eye, an otaku watching the new anime Blue Lock on his computer was transported to another world. He became Ryōsuke Kira, a football prodigy of Japanese soccer world who had just defeated the original protagonist in the prefectural preliminaries - a character who was eliminated in the first round of hide-and-seek in the original Blue Lock, but who should have been quite strong. Looking at the reporters in front of him babbling nonsense, Ryōsuke's lips twitched. 'A football prodigy of Japan?' He was fine with watching sports anime and football manga, but he wasn't particularly interested in actually playing football. Wouldn't it be better to plagiarize works from different worlds? Just as he was contemplating whether to become a manga artist or novelist, and whether to copy Demon Slayer first or write Sword Art Online, his cheat ability activated! 〘 Soccer Competition Super Skill System Unlocked! 〙 〘 Presenting host with Newcomer Gift Package, automatically opening— 〙 〘 Congratulations host! You've received the 'Soccer Competition Specialization - Thunder Breathing' Package! 〙 --- Disclaimer: This is just a translation, with no intention to offend the original authors of the works nor the fanfic author. Raw: 蓝色监狱,我吉良凉介开局获得雷之呼吸 or Blue Lock: I, Ryosuke Kira, Start With Thunder Breathing Author: 叶已成舟 or Ye Yi Cheng Zhou https://www.patreon.com/c/mrblackwing
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