Receiving the ball, Kudo Tõya didn’t slow down—instead, he accelerated again, bursting straight toward the U-20 National Team’s goal line!
Ryūma, sprinting up behind him, couldn’t stop himself from grumbling internally when he saw this:
(If you wanna dodge my interception that badly, you might as well run all the way back to the locker room…)
Complaints aside, Ryūma knew Kudo Tõya wouldn’t be doing this without a reason.
Especially after seeing Ryusei Shido’s completely unhinged movement—he was now certain these two were plotting something outrageous.
With barely a meter left before reaching the goal line, Kudo Tõya suddenly spun in place, adjusted his angle, and struck the ball.
A high, looping outside-curve ball—so hard to tell whether it was a shot or a pass.
But when three players sprinted at full speed toward the left side of the goal, closing in on the near post, everyone realized—
“Rin-chan! Make sure you keep your eyelash freak of a brother off me, okay? I’m taking this shot!”
“You talk too damn much, you blond pest!”
Even if Rin Itoshi found Ryusei Shido annoying, right now he absolutely couldn’t let Sae Itoshi take that ball.
The three figures were exactly that trio—Ryusei Shido, and the two brothers Rin and Sae fighting for position.
But if Sae Itoshi were that easy to deal with, he wouldn’t be Sae Itoshi.
Without hesitation, Sae shoved Rin away with a powerful push of his right arm, creating space. He immediately spun and sprinted toward the shooting lane.
The whole sequence flowed in a single motion—he cut off Shido’s shot path in the blink of an eye! ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI★Fire.net
Ryusei Shido clicked his tongue in irritation, but something wouldn’t stop him. His ways of shooting were countless and chaotic—he refused to believe he couldn’t break through Sae.
“Move! I’m scoring this one!”
Rin Itoshi shouted back, voice sharp with determination. This was one of his rare chances to beat his brother head-on.
But Ryusei Shido giving way? Then he wouldn’t be Ryusei Shido.
“Hah?! I’ve told you a thousand times—if you steal my ball again, I swear I’ll kill you, Rin-kun!”
“Whatever. Get out of my way!”
The two ended up blocking each other—neither willing to let the other shoot.
“HEY! This isn’t the time for infighting! What the hell are you two doing?!”
“You idiots! Someone get up there and help!”
While Blue Lock panicked, the U-20 guys were practically entertained.
It was the first time they saw the opponent’s teammates literally fighting over the ball—nearly turning it into a fistfight.
In the end, Rin Itoshi forced his way through. Pushing past Shido’s block, he reached the ball first and fired it straight at the U-20 goal.
The angle was sharp—more than enough to beat an ordinary keeper.
But his opponent was Sae Itoshi—one of the world’s new-generation elites.
Just as Sae moved to stop the shot—
Kudo Tõya suddenly dashed in and cut the ball off right before Sae could reach it!
Taking possession, Kudo Tõya didn’t waste even a heartbeat. He spun and popped the ball upward.
The next second, the ball rose above Sae Itoshi’s head—falling perfectly toward Seishiro Nagi, already poised for a shot behind him.
But at that same moment, Oliver Aiku leapt across, throwing himself into Nagi’s shooting lane.
(Useless. I already see you.)
Nagi’s descending right foot brushed across the ball, increasing the spin before settling it onto his thigh.
Yoichi Isagi had already rushed near him, but found himself frozen—entranced by Nagi’s endless stream of traps.
(Two feints, then straight into the shot!)
Aiku’s interference caused Sae Itoshi and Kazuma Nio—the two closest defenders—to react instantly.
Both lunged toward Nagi as he lifted his leg again to shoot.
Just as Kazuma Nio’s foot was about to reach the ball, Nagi’s right foot swept past it again.
He controlled it and tapped it backward, slipping outside Nio’s defensive range.
Luckily, Sae Itoshi had already sensed something was off. The moment Nio lunged, Sae switched directions—
He arrived just as Nagi reshaped himself for another shot.
But Seishiro Nagi, who had fully entered Awakening Moment and then slipped straight into FLOW, was now unstoppable.
As Sae lunged, Nagi spun again and feinted mid-trap, dodging the interception entirely. This time, he sent the ball arcing high into the air.
The ball spun rapidly as it rose above him.
Nagi jumped—explosively.
the world’s number one!!”
GOAL!! Blue Lock 2 : 4 U-20 National Team
Yoichi Isagi stared at the figure landing firmly on the ground, unable to recover for several seconds.
(F-four consecutive touches?!)
(Are you kidding me?! Are you some god sent to save us?!)
Even the seasoned commentators in the booth were stunned.
Finally, the younger one, Atsuto Tereasa, snapped out of it, yelling with burning excitement:
“Wh-what did we just witness?!”
“Was that acrobatics?! Or divine technique?!”
“Seishiro Nagi’s unbelievable chain of creative traps and feints brings Blue Lock another goal!!”
Harutaro Natsuki quickly joined in, shouting:
“Blue Lock just keeps surprising us! First was the ‘Monster’ Ryūma, scoring four goals alone!”
“And now Seishiro Nagi, pulling off a triple-feint trap before unleashing a powerful midair strike!”
“Could it be… that the Blue Lock Project has succeeded?!”
The crowd didn’t hesitate to roar:
On the field, Yoichi Isagi was the first to run to Nagi, with Meguru Bachira right behind him.
“Nagi!! Are you… a god?!”
Before Nagi could even respond, both crashed into him, knocking him to the ground.
“Ha! What an infuriatingly beautiful goal.”
“Missed your chance to be the hero, huh.”
Tabito Karasu and Kenyu Yukimiya walked over, commenting as they watched the trio pile up.
Meanwhile, around Rin Itoshi and Ryusei Shido, the air felt like the calm before a storm.
“I told you—if you ever block my shot again, I’ll kill you, blond cockroach!!”
“Huh?! Get it right, lower-lash freak! Tõya passed that ball to me!”
“Perfect. Today I’m kicking your skull in.”
Thankfully, their teammates reacted quickly and separated them.
Even if they wouldn’t actually fight, nobody wanted to take chances.