On the one day Blue Lock finally grants its three hundred merciless strikers a break, the dorm intercom delivers a new kind of challenge: find a hidden medal, and dinner becomes an all-you-can-eat fantasy. Fail, and it's training hell till midnight.
For Isagi Yoichi, this is just another competition to win—no different from fighting for the ball. But as he sets out with his self-proclaimed "great detective" partner Bachira (whose phone meets an untimely demise in the worst possible place), it q
Blue Lock: Holiday Mystery Mayhem - Piercing the medal, the champion's move
Morning light slanted thin and long across the fourth-floor corridor of the main dormitory.
The air was still cool.
Isagi Yoichi stood in front of Nagi Seishirou's door.
Short black hair, with a cowlick that swayed softly in the morning light. His brown eyes were fixed straight ahead on the door.
(Here it is.)
(Today, I end all of it.)
The words he'd said to Bachira in the lounge last night echoed through his chest.
"This medal or not—I'm going to be the best in the world."
Did those words reach Nagi?
No.
Whether they reached him or not doesn't matter.
That was my own resolve.
Isagi clenched his fist.
Then—
"Huh, Isagi?"
A bright voice came from behind him.
He turned.
Messy blond hair streaked with black. Golden eyes sparkling, looking right at him.
Bachira Meguru.
"What're you doing here? In front of Nagi's room?"
"Why are you here, is the question."
"Well, 'cause you've got this crazy look on your face. You're gonna do something, aren't you?"
Bachira tilted his head.
Isagi let out a small breath.
"Yeah. I'm gonna do it."
"Do what?"
"Tell Nagi. My for-real."
At those words, Bachira's golden eyes went wide for just a moment.
Then he grinned.
"Got it! You're finally doing it! Can I watch?"
"Yeah. Watch me. My for-real."
Isagi turned back to face the door.
He breathed in deep.
Something hot burned in his chest.
(It's not about the reward.)
(It's not about dinner.)
(It's not about avoiding training.)
(I'm going to be the best striker in the world.)
(And that's why I'm saying these words, right now.)
Isagi knocked hard on the door three times.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound echoed through the quiet corridor.
"...Ugh, so loud. What is it, this early."
A low, listless voice came from inside.
"Open up, Nagi. It's me."
"No. Too much effort. Sleeping."
"Open it. Right now."
Isagi's voice was low and forceful.
A stretch of silence.
Then, slowly, movement stirred behind the door.
Click.
The door opened.
Fluffy white hair, bedhead sticking up every which way. Sleepy pale-blue eyes glared at Isagi.
Nagi Seishirou.
"...What. This early. Seriously, so much effort."
"Nagi. Listen."
Isagi looked straight into Nagi's eyes.
"Even without this medal—"
He paused.
"—I'm going to be the best in the world."
It was a quiet declaration.
Not a shout, not anger.
Just stating a fact.
He put the conviction rising from the depths of his heart into his voice, exactly as it was.
Nagi didn't move.
His sleepy pale-blue eyes stared fixedly at Isagi.
Bachira, too, watched silently from behind.
The air in the corridor went taut.
Quiet.
Then, Nagi's lips moved, just barely.
"...That's it."
A tiny murmur.
"You were the most for-real."
Nagi pulled something from his pocket.
Golden light caught the morning sun and glinted.
The medal.
Nagi tossed it to Isagi.
It flew in an arc.
Isagi caught it reflexively with both hands.
Heavy.
No—not heavy.
But he felt a definite weight in his hands.
"Here. 'Cause you were the most for-real."
Nagi said only that, then yawned once.
"...Anyway, sleeping. Night."
Slam.
The door shut.
Isagi stared at the medal in his hands.
Golden light.
(My for-real was acknowledged.)
(By Nagi.)
(That I was the most for-real.)
Something warm spread through his chest.
"You did it, Isagi!"
Bachira clapped him on the shoulder from behind.
"Nagi acknowledged your for-real! That's amazing!"
"...Yeah."
Isagi gripped the medal tight.
"But this isn't the end. I'm going to be the best in the world. From here on, I'll show even more for-real."
"Yeah! I won't lose either! Soccer's free, after all!"
Bachira grinned brightly.
Then, footsteps came from the stairwell.
Multiple footsteps.
"Oi, what's all this noise?"
A man with reddish-purple black hair slicked back, sharp red eyes.
Barou Shouei climbed the stairs.
Behind him came Chigiri Hyouma, Kunigami Rensuke, and Mikage Reo.
"Ah, Barou. Everyone too."
"Isagi. What are you doing in front of Nagi's room?"
Barou asked in a haughty tone.
"I got the medal from Nagi."
Isagi showed the medal in his hand.
Golden light sparkled in the corridor.
"What!?"
Chigiri let out a startled cry.
"Nagi gave it to you?"
Kunigami furrowed his brow.
"What's going on? That lazy Nagi?"
Mikage said, looking like he couldn't believe it.
"Nagi decided he'd give it to whoever showed the most for-real. And that was me. That's all."
Isagi looked straight at everyone.
"Hmph. Interesting."
Barou flashed a fearless grin.
"But Isagi. Don't think I'll just accept that this medal is yours. I, the king, am not about to back down."
"What're you saying?"
"You'll find out soon enough. ...Hmph, well. Let's meet at lunch."
Barou said only that, then spun around.
"Oi, Barou. Where are you going?"
"Obviously. A king's duty. I'm going to run the field."
Barou said without turning back.
"Eh, you're running? Why?"
"Because I lost. Isagi's team got the medal. Meaning we're the losers. Losers run as penalty. Naturally."
Barou's voice was strangely dignified.
"...That guy, he lost, so why's he look so happy?"
Chigiri said, exasperated.
"The king running is his duty as king, I suppose. ...Well, I'll run too. The fact we lost is a fact."
Kunigami smiled wryly.
"I'll run too. ...Ah, but where'd I put my wallet? I wanted to buy a drink before running."
Mikage started patting his pockets.
"Reo, didn't you leave your wallet in your room again?"
"Eh!? Again!? ...Seriously. ...Whatever. I'll make do with water."
Mikage's shoulders slumped.
"Everyone, let's go! If we're running, I'll run too!"
Bachira said cheerfully.
"You're on Isagi's team. You don't have to run."
"Eh, really? But I kinda feel like running! Soccer's free!"
Bachira ran down the stairs, laughing.
"...Way too free."
Chigiri sighed.
Isagi watched them and smiled a little.
(They must all be frustrated.)
(But somehow, it feels refreshing.)
(So this is Blue Lock.)
Isagi tucked the medal into his pocket.
Then he followed everyone down the stairs.
Lunchtime.
The cafeteria was as lively as ever.
The serving counter was lined with nutritionally balanced lunches.
Isagi took a tray and sat at a table.
Bachira sat beside him.
"Hey, Isagi. Decided what you're having for dinner?"
Bachira asked, eyes shining.
"Haven't decided yet. But I can eat whatever I want, as much as I want, right? That's the best."
Right! I'm having curry! And ramen! And hamburger steak! And omurice!"
"That's way too much."
"But it's whatever I want, as much as I want! It's like a dream!"
Bachira laughed happily.
Then an announcement came over the cafeteria speakers.
"We will now announce the results of today's medal contest."
The cafeteria went quiet for a moment.
"The team that obtained the medal is Isagi Yoichi's team. Isagi Yoichi's team has earned the right to eat whatever they like, as much as they like, at dinner."
"Whoa!"
Bachira cheered.
"Additionally, players who failed to obtain a medal will receive the penalty of running the field today."
"...Figures."
Kunigami smiled wryly.
"Running's fine, but I'm missing one sock. ...Well, doesn't matter for running."
Chigiri looked down at his feet.
"No wallet, so I can't even buy a drink. ...Ah, geez."
Mikage held his head in his hands.
"Hmph. That I, the king, should run is only natural. But just running is boring. I'll run the fastest."
Barou stood up.
"Whoa, Barou's fired up!"
"Of course. A king always goes all out. You lot, hurry up and come."
Barou left the cafeteria.
"...That guy, he really thinks he's a king."
"But that confidence is amazing. I might kinda respect it."
Bachira laughed.
"Bachira, you don't have to run, you know."
"Eh, but I wanna run! I wanna run with everyone!"
"...You really are free."
Isagi smiled despite himself.
"Yeah! Soccer's free!"
Bachira stood up energetically.
"Isagi, I'm off! Look forward to dinner!"
"Yeah. Go on."
Bachira bounced out of the cafeteria.
Isagi was left alone.
Outside the window, Bachira, Chigiri, Kunigami, Mikage, and Barou had started running on the field.
Barou was running in the lead.
Strangely dignified, his running form.
(That guy really is like a king.)
(But hey, you can't hate him.)
Isagi ate his lunch while watching out the window.
In the corner of the cafeteria, Hiori Yo was quietly reading a book.
Now and then he glanced at the runners outside, and his lips curved, just slightly.
Night.
Isagi lay on his bed in his room.
The golden medal sat by his pillow.
(This is the symbol of an egoist.)
(Nagi gave it to me.)
(He acknowledged that I was the most for-real.)
Isagi picked up the medal.
Cold.
But the cold felt good.
(Training again starting tomorrow.)
(But I won't waver anymore.)
(I'm going to be the best in the world.)
(With or without this medal.)
Isagi put the medal back by his pillow.
And closed his eyes.
He sank into a deep sleep.
The next morning.
Morning sun streamed through the gap in the curtains.
Isagi slowly opened his eyes.
(Today's another day beginning.)
He sat up.
He reached toward his pillow.
(Wonder what happened to the medal.)
He moved his hand.
It wasn't there.
(Huh?)
He searched by the pillow again.
Not there.
He looked on the bed.
Not there.
He looked on the desk.
Not there.
He looked in the closet.
Not there.
"...Again, huh."
Isagi heaved a deep sigh.
(Don't tell me it's Hiori again?)
(No, Hiori already gave the medal back to me.)
(Then who?)
Isagi bolted out of his room.
"Bachira!"
He pounded on the door next to his.
"Mmm... what, Isagi. So loud this early."
A sleepy voice came from inside.
"The medal's gone again!"
"Eh!? Again!?"
The door clicked open.
Bachira emerged, his messy blond hair even messier.
"Really? Hiori again?"
"No, not him. ...Probably."
Then—
From down the corridor came a ringing laugh.
"Ha ha ha! Isagi! You're looking for something, aren't you?"
Barou Shouei stood in the corridor.
Slicked-back reddish-purple black hair. Sharp red eyes.
In his hand, a golden medal was gripped tight.
"Barou! You—!"
"Did you think I wasn't seriously looking? I took it back while you were all asleep."
Barou flashed a fearless grin and waved the medal tauntingly.
"Why would you do that..."
"A king doesn't easily let go of what he's once held. Isagi, this medal is mine. The one who'll be the best in the world is me."
Barou declared it and spun around, walking off.
"...That guy."
Isagi stood stunned for a moment.
Then he smiled a little.
"Well, whatever. I'll just find it again."
"Yeah! This time, my intuition'll definitely find it!"
Bachira laughed too.
"But that's so Barou. Taking it back while you're asleep."
"Yeah! Barou really is amazing!"
Bachira gave a thumbs-up.
Isagi shook his head, laughing.
After breakfast.
Isagi and Bachira walked the dormitory corridor.
Blue sky showed through the windows.
"In the end, the medal's gone, but you won, right?"
Bachira asked.
"Yeah. I proved my for-real. Medal or not, me becoming the best in the world doesn't change."
Isagi said, looking straight ahead.
"That's all that matters."
Bachira gave a thumbs-up.
"Isagi can stay Isagi. 'Cause that's the strongest thing."
Bachira's golden eyes sparkled.
"...Yeah. Thanks, Bachira."
Isagi smiled a little.
(Glad this guy's my partner.)
(Over these seven days, I got stronger again.)
(No—not stronger.)
(I remembered my own for-real.)
Beyond the corridor window, the blue sky stretched wide.
The holiday was drawing to a close.
Before sunset.
People naturally gathered in the dorm's shared lounge.
Isagi, Bachira, Nagi, Barou, Hiori, Chigiri, Kunigami, Mikage.
The eight of them sat in their own spots.
The setting sun poured through the windows, dyeing the lounge orange.
"I'll win the next challenge."
Barou declared out of nowhere.
"...Too much effort, but if you say so, I'll do it."
Nagi, sinking i
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