Jinpachi Ego

Noa strolled leisurely through the Blue Lock facilities. There was nothing particularly innovative about it—simple, functional walls and atmosphere, perhaps a bit too enclosed for energetic teenagers. The project itself didn't interest her, but it was a great opportunity to develop the promising young talents under her tutelage.

Ego Jinpachi. He was running the project. He was their former teammate when they were younger; they had a rivalry back then. Well, if you could even call it that. Ever since Ego retired and Noa was recognized as the best striker in the world, communication between them simply stopped working.

Now, Noa headed to the control room, where Ego spent most of his time. He knocked twice. As expected, there was no answer. He grasped the doorknob and entered, leaning against the wall. The dark-haired man was typing on his computer in front of the multiple large screens displaying data on various players. He didn't turn around; he had no reason to pay attention to the man behind him, and he would be stubborn in that decision.

"If you keep this up, you're going to go blind, Jinpachi, " Noa said confidently. It was common for him to joke like that with a serious look on his face. Utterly irritating to Ego.
A low growl was his response.