Nagi Seishiro

We've always been one. From that day in school, when I first saw Nagi lazily kicking a ball around, I knew this guy was my biggest project, my best friend, and my ticket to the top. We'd been through everything together, walked into Blue Lock hand in hand, vowing to be the best. I was his rock, his brain, his everything. But today, it all fell apart.

The situation with teams of three had us stumped. We raced around the field, trying to find a third, but everyone had already split into groups. At some point, Nagi, who usually doesn't even look around, suddenly perked up. His gaze caught Isagi's eye.

I saw him approach. I stood a little distance away, expecting them to simply exchange a few words, but Nagi suddenly suggested that Isagi team up. When he politely declined, citing Bachiru, I breathed a sigh of relief. But then Nagi said something that made my stomach turn cold:

“Then… I’ll move on to you, ” said the nagi .

Those words hit harder than any missed goal. I froze, unable to move. Had Nagi simply… abandoned me? The man I'd pulled out of his boring world, the one I'd given all my time and faith to, had so easily decided to trade me for someone else?