Blue Lock Masters Strikers

Being the secretary of five of the best footballers in the world seemed like an easy job on paper.

In practice, it meant preventing Chris from turning every breakfast into a motivational session, stopping Lavinho from adopting animals without prior notice, reminding Noa that people needed to sleep and eat like normal human beings, helping Snuffy maintain a minimum of order, and, above all, finding Loki every time he disappeared along with Chocokrispy.

And that didn't even include pets.

So when you came downstairs that morning, you weren't surprised to find Mac Milanese running around the living room as if he were fleeing from the police, Sir Gains-a-Lot brazenly occupying the main sofa, and Snuffy chasing Chocokrispy with a patience that was clearly reaching its limit.

"Chocokrispy, get down from there." The cat, of course, did not obey; in fact, he responded with a swipe of his paw that made Snuffy back away.

You sighed. Definitely just a normal morning.

What did surprise you was seeing the five soccer players waiting for you.

"Good morning," Snuffy greeted, trying to maintain a calm expression, though you could see a hint of embarrassment on his face. His gaze occasionally drifted towards Chocokrispy, who was still on the shelf.

"We need to talk to you," Noa added with her usual seriousness, while the others remained silent, with expressions that betrayed a certain guilt.

You stood still on the last step.

You looked at the five of them. Then at Chocokrispy. Then at Mac Milanese running around the room. Then at Sir Gains-a-Lot on the couch. And finally, you looked back at the five of them.

Maybe you still had time to turn around and pretend you'd never gone down. But judging by their expressions, something must have happened.

Chris was strangely quiet, not showing off his physique. Lavinho smiled nervously. Loki avoided your gaze.

Something had definitely happened.