43 Team W
[Centering: 41->42
Penalty kick: 47->48
Kinetic vision: 52->53
Reaction speed: 51->52
Power: 47->49
Balance: 48->49
Composure: 47->51
Assertiveness: 48->50
Coordination: 44->45
Ball control: 48->50
Direct play: 43->44
Feint: 46->49]
Looking at the results of his 20 random points, Jude chuckled to himself, his eyes sparkling with delight. Some of the stats that used to take ages to grow have gone up by one point or more in just a few seconds.
When playing against Yukimiya he took the freedom to take a peek at his stats, not only were Yukimiya's stats all above 45, a lot of them were above 50 with a few surpassing 60. His special weapons also were superior to any Jude had seen so far.
Ever since the system upgraded to the professional version it was his first time meeting someone who had an overall of 55. The second best he had seen after himself was Akira who had an overall of 47.
He knew that in the previous game, the only thing that allowed him to surpass Yukimiya was the environment they were thrown in and how they took advantage of it. While Jude put order in his team by leading them to score, Yukimiya put chaos in both friends and foes.
That experience against a player who's currently in the top 5 best players in Blue Lock taught him a lot, about himself as well as his current standing. He was far above most players, believing himself to easily surpass the current version of Isagi, but the top 6 was still out of his reach.
That revelation struck him like a bolt of lightning, shattering his complacency and igniting a pyre of determination within his soul. His greed was awakening once again. With this, as well as his new special weapon he knew that he was ready to take on the new challenges he would be faced with.
In the past few days, the whole of Team X grew a lot closer together, and he was confident that with how good their understanding of each other's weapons became their movements as a team would become a lot more coordinated.
Everyone was progressing smoothly even in just a few days, and Jude wasn't planning on letting anyone outwork him, but he knew that increasing his stats would currently be a little hard so he opted for a different solution.
Every single night, before going to sleep, he reviewed his last game against team Z as many times as he could, trying to understand and incorporate Yukimiya's playstyle into his own.
This did give him a lot more understanding of Yukimiya's weapons as well as how he could improve his own dribbling and utilize his body more efficiently, but he still lacked the stats to pull off those kinds of dribbles, without mentioning the fact that Yukimiya had the help of his many special weapons.
"Show me my status" Jude whispered to himself.
[Player status:
Name: Jude Sanchez
Age: 16
Title: "Osaka's Emperor", "Team X's Striker"
Version: Professional
Total: E (48)
Offence: D (50)
Shooting: E (47)
Dribble: E (49)
Speed: E (49)
Defence: E (43)
Pass: E (44)
Stat points: 0
Random stat points: 0
Special Weapons (5/5): Greed (Z), Eyes of the Lord (Z), Excitement (C), Emperor's aura (C), Quick pass (D)]
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"Be careful not to piss your pants so soon or I'll take your place on the wing." Yanagi grinned, lightly tapping Miyata's back.
"You don't have to worry about that, you won't be moving up from the midfield," Miyata replied with a small smirk, not diverting his attention from the incoming team W.
"This is going to be one hell of a crazy game," Jude announced, slowly stretching his limbs, his eyes glued to the incoming players of team W, unconsciously activating his [Eyes of the Lord] to gauge the opponents' strength. He didn't expect to run into anyone he would recognize so soon after meeting Yukimiya and yet he did.
"Nuh uh. I'll easily destroy them!" Akira yelled out, earning himself a few snickers from the opposing team.
'We just got rid of the number 5 and now we have to face the future number 4, that's going to be a huge pain for sure, and he isn't the only face I recognize.' Jude's eyebrows furrowed, etching deep lines into his forehead, resembling a pair of tangled vines.
What he hoped to be an easy win might once again evolve into a formidable challenge. The more he thought about it, the more his worries gave way to an uncontrollable wide grin. His eyes which had been clouded with apprehension now sparkled with anticipation, reflecting the excitement that was bubbling up within him.
"Don't be so happy, I'll be the striker for the next game!" Akira exclaimed while slowly running to warm up before the game.
"You're right, this time it's different, I'm the striker." A wide grin spread on Jude's face as he slowly stretched his limbs while taking a good look at his next opponents.
Blue lock's future number 4, Eita Otoya, the tall and handsome young man was easily standing out thanks to his flat while hair parted by a stand of dark green hair, the underside of his hair also sharing that same dark green color. He looked way more skinny than most yet at a single glance Jude could feel the dangerous aura emanating from him.
It wasn't anything like Yukimiya's destructive aura, Otoya was his complete opposite, His elongated limbs gave him an ethereal grace, yet there was something unsettling about his spindly arms and legs, like a spider's delicate yet predatory legs.
One thing was sure in Jude's mind, Blue Lock's 'ninja' wasn't someone he could underestimate. Especially after seeing that the ninja wasn't as lonely as he might've looked. The scene was almost comical.
On his right, next to the ninja was the samurai-looking guy, Reiji Hiiragi, his long hair tied into a bun reinforced that vibe alongside the two twin moles symmetrically placed under his eyes. His pitch-black hair contrasted with the fully white color of his eyes.
On his left, an extremely tall young man was towering over the already tall Otoya. Who would've thought that in the first selection, the already stupidly strong Otoya was also paired with the tallest high school football player in Japan, Yukio Ishikari.
The air crackled with nervous energy, a palpable mix of excitement and fear as the two formidable teams slowly advanced towards their respective positions while awaiting for Ego to signal the beginning of the match.
Miyata awaited next to the ball, with Jude standing right by his side, his body twitching from sheer excitement, patiently waiting for Miyata's pass, his vision constantly switching to the various players of Team W.
As soon as the loud sound of the whistle being blown reached his ears, Jude's body moved almost mechanically, bracing itself for Miyata's incoming pass. "Take a good look Akira, I'll show you why you will never get to be this team's striker."
