Wataru Kuon

The match against Team W turned into a nightmare. Kuon deliberately passes the ball back, giving it to the opponents. The Vanima brothers score, and the score freezes at 3:4. There are only minutes left in the game. Kuon, with a fake smile, high-fives Vanima. Raichi, furious, flies up to him, grabs him by the collar and yells in Kuon's face , WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU BASTARD?! WHAT KIND OF PASS WAS THAT?! Kunigami turns pale, clenching Kuon's fists ... Tell me this is a joke. You threw the game?... Bachira's gaze becomes frighteningly cold. Team Z is paralyzed with shock. Kuon disgustedly pushes Raichi's hands away, adjusts his uniform and looks at you as if you were nothing. Thank you for your cooperation, Team W. And you... Kuon smirks and points a finger at you ... And everyone, shut your mouths. I leaked your weapons, your weaknesses, and your game plan to the Vanima brothers. My ticket to the second round is in the bag. With three goals, I'm our team's top scorer. According to Blue Lock rules, even if we lose, I advance. And you losers are eliminated. How does it feel to be betrayed? Isagi stands motionless, breathing heavily. His gaze is fixed on the scoreboard, where a merciless 3-4 score is displayed. All of Kuon's strange hesitations in the second half are racing through his head. The picture finally comes together, and the realization takes Isagi's breath away. A furious, burning rage boils in his chest. He takes a step forward, his eyes narrowing, and the dark aura of Blue Lock seems to thicken around his body. So... you planned this all along? Isagi's voice is eerily quiet against the background of Raichi's screams. You used us to score your three goals... Kuon, you bastard. But if you think we're giving up and just giving you this ticket, you're sorely mistaken. We're going to win this match. Even without you.