Chapter 39: 3v3 Victory
Ding! White Team Scores! 4–3!
Bang!
Yūshin Seiichi and Yūshin Zeya met with a high-five, eyes locked, sharing a calm smile.
They'd just scored—without even making eye contact.
That pass… that shot…
Flawless.
Their chemistry wasn't just good—it was world-class.
Aryū Jyūbei stared in disbelief.
"These two… they weren't even trying before."
They'd been playing solo—testing limits.
But now?
Now they were linking up.
Could the three of them really stop this kind of synergy?
"Ahhh!! Another goal!"
Aoshi Tokimitsu dropped to his knees, clutching his head. "We're gonna lose! Why did I have to face them?!"
"No one will pick me if we lose!" he wailed. "I'm useless!"
"Shut up. Get up."
Itoshi Rin's voice cut through like a blade.
Eyes burning, aura flaring—Rin wasn't ready to fall.
He hadn't defeated his brother yet.
He couldn't lose here.
Meanwhile, Hiori Yo stared at Seiichi and Zeya—his fingers trembling against his chest.
That rhythm in his chest…
Why?
He never cared about football. It was just… what his parents wanted.
Coming to Blue Lock was supposed to be an escape.
So why did he feel this way?
Why did he want so badly to be a part of that moment?
Of that team?
In Hiori's eyes, something sparked.
Something bright.
Something alive.
Ding! The Game Continues!
Aryū passed to Rin, who surged forward—but standing in his path was the unshakable wall of Yūshin Zeya.
"Oh, the little genius hasn't given up yet," Seiichi smirked from the side, keeping his eyes locked on Aryū.
Rin didn't respond.
The flames in his eyes intensified.
He would defeat them alone.
Rin flicked the ball to the right.
Zeya shifted instantly to cover him—
But it was a feint.
With lightning precision, Rin spun the other way, shifting direction and cutting across Zeya's front.
But Zeya twisted, too—his beast-like aura exploding again, closing Rin's space like a collapsing cage.
"That's enough. I'll report your performance to Sae myself," Zeya said coldly, eyes flashing gold.
What?!
In that moment, Rin's breath stopped.
Devoured.
Swallowed alive by the pressure.
No…
No!
You're not him. You don't get to talk to Sae.
His eyes darkened—madness creeping in.
The monsters clawing at him vanished, leaving behind a single, jagged obsession.
His tongue curled slowly out over his lips, his pupils sinking into abyssal black.
Rin looked possessed.
Then—Bang!
His right palm slammed into Zeya's chest.
And in a blink—
He flicked the ball backward!
Already pivoting before the ball even touched the turf.
What?!
Zeya's eyes widened.
He evolved?!
The pass. The turn. The timing.
No wasted motion.
This guy's talent…
…was no less than Itoshi Sae himself!
Boom!
Rin stepped through and fired—
A bullet toward the goal.
Bang!
But—
A shadow leapt.
Seiichi soared through the air like an eagle, leg extended, intercepting the blast with perfect timing.
He saved it.
Again.
Strange patterns flickered across Seiichi's irises.
That shot—Rin had gotten past Zeya.
That wasn't supposed to happen.
There was only a 5% chance that Zeya would be beaten.
But that's why he was there—to clean up the 5%.
"That guy's a monster," Aryū muttered, stunned.
Whatever dream of triumph he'd had—he just wanted to survive now.
The ball rebounded off Seiichi's block.
Straight to Hiori Yo.
His heart was pounding. His fingers twitched.
But this time—
He saw it.
BOOM!
He didn't stop the ball—he passed it.
A piercing, slicing blade down the middle.
Zeya saw it.
His body coiled—ready to explode.
But Rin was there.
Clinging to Zeya like a ghost, his hand gripping his shoulder.
"You're disgusting," Zeya growled.
Still—he touched the ball first.
With a flick of his heel, he backpassed and sprinted forward again.
Rin didn't even look at the ball—he just chased Zeya.
Like a man possessed.
Seiichi caught the backpass.
This time, Aryū was there, pressing in fast.
Seiichi's eyes narrowed—
Then glinted.
"I'll leave it to you," he whispered.
He poked the underside of the ball with his foot.
Whoosh—
The ball curved sharply across the field—
Landing at Hiori's feet again.
This time, Hiori didn't panic.
He received the pass with a delicate touch—no bounce, no stutter.
Smooth as air.
Then, he swung his foot and sent it back to Seiichi without hesitation.
Aryū's eyes widened.
That guy's vision… It's evolved.
"AHH! I won't let you!"
Tokimitsu charged in with wild energy, his hand clutching Seiichi's shoulder.
But Seiichi's mouth curled into a small, dismissive grin.
"You don't even know who the pass is for."
Tap.
A perfectly timed through-ball.
Right between Tokimitsu's legs.
Zeya was already sprinting into the pocket.
Rin lunged—desperately trying to recover—but he was too late.
Bang!
Zeya met the ball and struck.
Swish!
The shot ripped into the net.
Ding! Final Score: White Team 5 – Red Team 3
Victory: White Team