Aaah, faceless Kaiser! I love it.

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Isagi Yoichi.

Thus had he become the new obsession of the king—a target toward which every thorn stretched, seeking the perfect angle to pierce the ego of Blue Lock’s young genius. How could one explain the blue-haired prodigy’s phenomenal progress in such a short span of time? How had that ever-late, ever-chasing figure managed to insert its grains of sand into the meticulously designed machinery of Bastard München?

There was no rational explanation, and therein lay the emperor’s misery. His evenings slipped by as he pored over recordings, searching for the flaw, the error, the hint that would reveal the truth. How could something so obvious escape his judgment? What did Isagi Yoichi possess that all those the German had dismissed in the past did not? Why hadn’t the brat crumbled at the mere sight of the Kaiser Impact, indisputable proof that no shot, no tactic in the world could rival that surgical, miraculous strike that only the blond possessed?

But confusion could not be allowed to take hold. Contempt had to remain the fuel for his talent, his drive to stay the course until the crown of the world’s best was his. A blue-maned nuisance could not possibly represent such a great threat—this was inconceivable.

Luck? No, there was something else. A mere stroke of luck could not explain such an irksome challenge.

8:30 AM. It was time reserved for machine training, but the best and most efficient had already moved onto the field, perfecting their technique. With the ball at his heel, Kaiser strung together his dribbles. Ness wasn’t there yet. Perhaps he wasn’t even welcome in this confined space where the emperor’s thoughts pressed against the walls, building a palpable tension as his goal count climbed, each shot more precise than the last.

When the door opened to a familiar silhouette, every nerve in the prodigy of the eleven tensed, but his mocking, perpetual, royal smile curled an insolent corner.

His nose turned towards the source of the noise, provocation hanging on his lips.

"Well, well, well. Up early, are we? Training paying off, Yoichi?"

And as for fruit, Kaiser saw one he was more than ready to pluck—without a hint of tenderness.

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | ISAGI YOICHI & MICHAEL KAISER ROLEPLAY.

It is rare for the emperor to fall silent, to listen.

It is rare for his mocking smile to fade, replaced by what seems to be an untouched bitterness, left behind two closed lips.

A calm storm clouds his gaze, fixed on the heel of Isagi as it hovers over the ball. That gentle swinging movement slips into his mind, momentarily numbing his usual flair with a silence few associate with him, given his usual boasting.

The goal he had in mind when he came here begins to splinter into shards of glass. And with whatever anger he gathers up from the pieces, Kaiser intends to shatter the resolve of the obstacle he's fashioned for himself. An irritating little footballer named Isagi Yoichi.

His eyebrows knit together, creases of disgust carving into his forehead.

Nothing I can do, huh?

His chin lifts, raising his head a few inches as the younger player moves away from the field.

When Isagi finishes his speech, Kaiser's chest heaves with an exasperated sigh, one almost too bitter. The sardonic smirk distorting his face punctuates his voice with a trace of menace.

"Well, Yoichi. I'll take great pleasure in obliterating all of your efforts."

You won't rise again.

There will be no light, no open window to the world.

It will be eternal darkness, a night without a crescent.

You'll come to know winter, view the world from the ground,

trampled by the heels of those who never stop to look at you.

You will have nothing left, forced to digest your own existence,

in place of ever receiving the attention of a peer.

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | YOICHI ISAGI & MICHAEL KAISER ROLEPLAY.