Chapter 7 – The Ghost Game Ends: One Shot, One Elimination
Isagi Yoichi stared at Yūshin Seiichi, eyes glowing with raw hunger.
The once-anxious boy now radiated something feral—like a beast who'd discovered its prey.
"Yūshin Seiichi!"
He dashed forward.
Seiichi bent his knees slightly and leaned forward, grinning.
"Come on, Isagi. Show me what you've got."
Boom!
A powerful strike flew toward Seiichi's chest.
His body reacted instantly—spring-loaded legs kicked off the floor and twisted in midair. The ball whizzed beneath him.
But it wasn't over.
Isagi lunged for the rebound and charged again.
Nice mindset, Seiichi thought. But that alone won't be enough.
Suddenly—
"Yo, Isagi—I admire you!"
Bachira Meguru darted in from the side, intercepting the ball with a wild grin.
On the big screen, the ghost's name instantly updated:
→ Meguru Bachira
"I want to challenge the strongest too!"
Bachira bolted toward Seiichi, dribbling like a man possessed.
"Oops… now we're talking," Seiichi muttered, cracking his neck.
Bang!
The shot launched like a cannon.
Seiichi's body whipped back into an impossible angle—legs stable, torso folded cleanly to a 90-degree tilt. The ball screamed past his nose.
"He dodged that?!"
"No way!"
"That flexibility is unreal…"
Bachira didn't stop. His grin widened.
"Let's keep playing, monster!"
The countdown on the screen blinked:
30 seconds remaining.
Bachira retrieved the ball and pivoted, finding another shooting lane.
Bang!
Another shot.
Seiichi jumped sideways this time, arms tucked, body slicing the air.
"Damn! He dodged again!"
You're not normal, Yūshin Seiichi, Bachira thought. You're a monster too.
With 15 seconds left, Bachira forced Seiichi into a corner. The field was too tight. This time—
Bang!
Seiichi dodged again—but barely.
He's not just fast… he reads the entire field.
He's… frightening.
The ball ricocheted off a wall and rolled to Bachira's feet again.
"One more!"
He grinned and spun forward, his wild style unpredictable even to himself.
Bang! A fake shot, low and straight—
Seiichi jumped again—
But the ball passed cleanly under him and hurtled toward Isagi Yoichi!
"Yoichi, get out of the way!!" Kira Ryosuke shouted.
Isagi's eyes locked on the spinning ball. He didn't panic. His right leg coiled back, body tilting like a bow ready to fire.
I came to become the best striker in the world!
Bang!
A perfect volley.
Bachira's eyes sparkled.
"I like you even more now, Isagi!"
The ball launched toward Seiichi, still in midair.
There was no time to dodge.
Am I really going to be hit here?
No.
Side-volley, midair.
Seiichi twisted mid-flight—WHAM!
The ball exploded from his foot and rocketed across the room—
Bang!!
—right into the side of Kira Ryosuke's face.
Kira collapsed.
The entire room froze.
The countdown hit:
3… 2… 1…
0.
The screen flashed red.
Eliminated: Kira Ryosuke.
"No… way…"
Kira blinked up at the ceiling in disbelief, blood trickling from his lip. The final name was his.
Yūshin Seiichi… kicked while midair… and hit me dead on?
That… shouldn't be possible.
He looked at Seiichi's pigtail swaying as the boy casually dusted his uniform.
"Sorry, Kira-san! It was a panic shot! Total accident!" Seiichi said with mock innocence.
"A-a-accident?!"
Kira staggered to his feet, shaking with rage.
"You—! You ruined my future over this joke of a game?!"
His voice cracked.
"I'm Japan's football treasure! I'm the next hope!"
"What about Isagi?! Igarashi?! Bachira?! They're not better than me!"
"What even is this game?! Tag?! That's not football!"
On screen, Ego Jinpachi returned, unfazed.
"What's the problem? You lost."
Kira's expression twisted in disbelief.
"Two minutes! You judged everything from just two damn minutes?!"
"You want to talk about desperation?" Ego replied.
"Yūshin Seiichi was midair, facing an inescapable shot. He created a solution."
"You had the ball with two seconds left… and you gave up."
"You could've kicked it to Igarashi, who had a sprained ankle. It would've kept you here."
"But you froze. You chose to surrender."
Ego adjusted his glasses.
"That's why you're out."
Kira fell silent, trembling.
Isagi, standing nearby, stared at the man who had inspired him just minutes earlier.
This is Blue Lock… This is real.
Kira clenched his fists.
"This is all your fault, Yūshin Seiichi!!"
He lunged forward, but stopped himself.
Breathing hard, he stormed out of the room.
No one spoke.
Seiichi watched him go, eyes calm and merciless.
You lost. That's all.
This world is cruel. Football even more so.
The winner stays. The loser disappears.
Blue Lock Announcement
Ego's voice returned.
"Congratulations. You survived."
"You now earn the right to stay… in Blue Lock."
The room erupted.
"We did it!"
"I'm still in!"
"Unreal…"
Isagi dropped to his knees, heart pounding.
I survived. I'm still here.
Seiichi looked around, hands in pockets, eyes sharp.
Kira out. Wataru Kuon will join us next.
Now… let the real game begin.
A flash of light glinted off his narrowed pupils.
I'm just getting started.