Chapter 71: Watching is Enough, One Person Performs
The goal just now… it was incredible.
Yūshin Seiichi raised the corner of his mouth and smirked at Rin.
"I didn't expect you to get broken through so easily."
"Tsk..." Rin snorted.
This kind of thing can't happen a second time.
Drop!
The game resumed.
Seiichi surged forward with the ball, the deep-blue flame in his eyes burning brighter than ever. Yukimiya's goal had fully ignited his adrenaline.
Stand up, everyone. It's time to dominate.
"I won't let you pass, Seiichi!"
Barō closed in at full speed, aggressively crowding Seiichi's space.
"You still take yourself too seriously, Barō."
"I am the king of this match."
Seiichi suddenly stopped the ball, shifted directions sharply, and shook off Barō's pressure. Then he exploded forward.
"The same trick won't work twice!" Barō snarled, adjusting his steps.
But Seiichi was already gone.
He shifted again—this time executing a flawless Marseille Turn—and spun past Barō's defense.
"What?!"
Barō's eyes widened. He'd predicted the move… but still couldn't stop it?
"With your size and stiffness, you'll never keep up with me."
"Goodbye, fake king."
"…What if it's me instead?"
A flash of red lightning streaked across the field—Chigiri Hyōma intercepted Seiichi's route in an instant.
"Everyone has flaws," Chigiri said, hair flaring behind him. "I'm chasing the most complete version of myself."
Seiichi didn't flinch.
A quick ball drag and feint—he burst through Chigiri's right side.
Chigiri responded instantly, looping around with elite recovery speed.
He reappeared in front of Seiichi.
"You're fast… but…"
"You're too soft."
Seiichi dropped his weight and slammed his shoulder into Chigiri, knocking him off balance and brushing past.
From midfield, Isagi Yoichi ran hard, eyes locked on Seiichi.
He needed to connect.
But ever since Seiichi had changed his style… nothing clicked.
What do I do…?
Damn it…!
"So much for your genius!!"
Shidō Ryusei and Yukimiya Kenyu crashed in from opposite sides.
They didn't care about formation anymore. If they didn't stop this, Seiichi would tear through them alone.
Perfect.
My path is open!
Isagi's eyes flashed. He shouted:
"Seiichi! I'm open! Pass it!"
Seiichi didn't even glance at him.
He shot the ball straight at the goal—threading it between Shidō and Yukimiya.
Bang!
"What?! He shot from there?! There's no angle!"
"Has the genius lost it?!"
Tread—!
Seiichi sprinted toward the goal right after shooting.
"Huh? What's he—?!" Shidō blinked.
The ball didn't go in.
Bang!
It slammed off the crossbar with brutal force.
And came rebounding—low and fast.
Exactly as planned.
Seiichi reached the bounce spot at the perfect time.
His pupils dilated and contracted rapidly, recalibrating focus to catch every inch of motion—every spin—every detail.
He turned—lightning-fast.
And leapt.
His body soared midair like a falcon—
Right leg extended—
Coiled like a spring—
Bang!!
Inverted Bicycle Kick.
The power was unreal.
The ball screamed into the top-right corner like a missile.
Swish.
Drop!
2–1.
The Blue Lock viewing room erupted.
"That's insane… this guy…"
"He's like a demon…"
"He shredded their entire defense…"
"He even used the crossbar on purpose?!"
"I feel like trash just watching this…"
"Man… I still remember when he broke your ankles like nothing."
Gurgle… Gurgle…
Seiichi had anticipated the defense.
He'd aimed at the bar.
Predicted the bounce.
Timed the strike.
Awareness. Precision. Footwork. Imagination.
Only Yūshin Seiichi could score that kind of goal.
In the distance, Isagi stared in silence.
His chest tightened.
Can I really catch up to someone like him?
"You're so cool! You're totally the MVP today!"
Aoshi Tokimitsu rushed over, eyes sparkling.
"…Yeah. I think so too."
Seiichi smirked, calm and composed.
While Aryū and Tokimitsu celebrated—
Isagi and Rin said nothing.
Their eyes didn't shine with admiration.
But with jealousy.
And a growing fire.
If we can't fit into your rhythm—
Then we'll destroy it.
Yūshin Seiichi.