Blue Lock: Reborn As Isagi

The game finished and I was on fire. Scoring 6 goals in 30 minutes which was extremely impressive until you mention that I was an adolescent inside a child.

 I was probably seen as that extremely overpowered perfect character who got all the girls and everyone was jealous of them. Either it was time for me to go as I saw my parents reaching near.

I smiled at my team "Sorry but I've got to go home now." 

"That's fine I'm leaving too and by the way when did you get so good!" Riku added. 

"All in a day's work you know," I replied with a light grin on my face. 

"Goodbye see you next time!" Renji said before running off because his parents had come to pick him up. Sometimes I wonder if they leave children all alone in the park. 

"Welp, that's my cue, see you later Riku and Renji," I smiled again before heading off because "my parents" had arrived. I wasn't trying to be too weird to catch them off guard so I would try to be as Isagi as I can.

Being Isagi was so easy all you had to do was be a chill guy and not get offended at anything. That is until you meet him on the pitch, his personality completely changes and is turned into Moharaga, a literal demon on the pitch. 

A grin appeared on my face as I saw the loving couple that gave birth to a human with an unmatched ego. Isagi lives to hate, he had a loving family but still decided to devour a kid who had been abused by his father(Kaiser). 

"How was your day at the park Yuu-chan," I nearly cringed at the name. Maybe this is why everyone thinks Japan is weird, the honorifics are just pushing it.

"It was really good mom, I even scored 6 goals!" I exclaimed in fake excitement, coming up with an act like this was impressive, just hand me the Oscar 

"Are you still working on becoming like Noel Noa?" my father asked. 

"No, I plan on becoming better than him!" I replied back letting my ego drip for a second. 

"Dreaming high are we?" my mom added. 

The rest of the walk was pleasurable, my parents made the conversation really interesting and showered me with praise but they were careful that it didn't go too far. Not wanting me to become a cocky bastard.

"Yuu-chan it's been a long day, let's take a bath then you can watch some football later," My mom announced to me with a beaming grin on her face. Her positivity and innocence was something that I couldn't resist. 

After a satisfying bath, I was ready to watch some football. I wasn't a huge football fan but due to the blue lock world having so many interesting individuals it would basically be like watching the show in the show. 

My only goal wasn't to watch the footballers play , it was to improve my meta-vision since a lot of players would have the ability. 

To be honest I didn't notice many players that were mentioned or who I thinked wouldn't be retired or irrelevant by the time I entered the field. This fact still didn't disregard their level of play and my brain was constantly thinking and stimulating situations. 

I could also tell who had meta-vision as well because of the fact that their play was very similar to what I had in mind. While I was impressed this showed that this skill would only last in low levels. I couldn't make it my entire weapon. 

Isagi in the original had his Direct Shot. Sae had exceptional dribbling and passing. Pablo Cavasoz had his dribbling and perfect accuracy.Kaiser had his extremely powerful and fast shots. All of them had meta-vision but also had different weapons that's what made them stand-out more than the average meta-vision. 

Other users like Nico and Karasu were quickly overshadowed as just above average. I would need to get a combination of both physical and mental weapons. It was the only way to ascend to the top. 

Even one small ability like being able to dribble well or my shooting ability to be good, would be enough. I would be a player worthy of going up against a few of the world's new players. 

I would work on one attribute for a huge amount of time and once it becomes my weapon then I would ascend to be a world-class player. I wouldn't be on the level of the likes of the world's best yet but that could all be worked out in blue lock. 

Actually….. 

No… 

Why work so hard to be second place? 

I forgot that this was blue lock and that instead of aiming to be world-class I should be aiming to be the world's best. 

I was already getting this feeling of ego. Is it some kind of power system inside of blue lock or a kind of drug because why does it feel so good? 

If I was going to spend hours training my passes and shots but only so that I could stand next to the world's best then I might as well slit my throat and move onto the next world.

Sighing, I reached for the TV remote and turned it off. I had been watching for three hours, my brain was on fire.

I remember the first time Isagi used meta-vision he literally passed out. I'm surprised I have a better resistance as a normal guy who got transported into his younger body. 

I heard my father calling for me to brush my teeth and go to bed. When I went upstairs , I was a bit lost. After cautiously opening a few doors I was able to find the room. 

Again I was lost on which toothbrush to use but luckily they were named… in japanese however due to my duolingo and other lessons online I was able to understand the language.. Shout-out to my homie duo he was a big help back in the day. 

I picked up the brush and started brushing. After finishing I went up struggling to find my room but after seeing the Noel Noa and other football posters in a room I was nearly 100% sure it was mine. 

I would have to remove those posters and replace them with more cultured posters that were more.. Appreciated. I hope the asian parenting isn't real and only a joke that the internet and asians made for a laugh. 

As soon as I hit the bed my brain shut-down and I went to sleep immediately. 

The next day I woke up ready to hit the books. The first thing I did was head down to brush my teeth and do the stuff that a child is supposed to do in the morning. After finishing that, my mom called me down for breakfast. 

"You don't usually wake up this early Yuu-chan," my mom said to me. Was I too hasty in my change? I didn't want to make my time here awkward, either way a harmless question like this won't make them suspect I'm a guy from another world. 

"Uhh yeah? Can't be the best stuck in bed!" my improvised response seemed to be enough to satisfy my mom. 

"The best? You can worry about that after your breakfast," she laughed out. 

The toasts, sausages and eggs with tea were absolutely scrumptious. I was expecting some kind of japanese meal with raw eggs, the internet can really traumatize someone. I thanked my mom for the meal before moving to the TV. 

It was 9am so there wouldn't be a football match playing but I could watch something else for fun. My life would soon be all football so indulging in other stuff would be a nice change. 

Saturdays were my favourite day in my old life due to all the things you could do on that day. Sunday would have been my favourite if everything didn't close 10 hours early. Some things like playing football with your friends or watching special tv shows that only aired on Saturday hit different.

Many people in my old life had stopped using television, opting instead to use their phones and computers to do and watch whatever they want. I too had gone down that path but the big TV screen and the memories it gave were irreplaceable. All the good shows had stopped coming on TV but now you could watch Netfl!x, Am@zon Prime And D!sney and even You1ube on it. 

This television didn't have all the modern apps on it yet but I could change channels using the remote, this motion of switching through channels felt so nostalgic. 

I stared at the screen for hours enjoying the warmth it gave to me before I was rudely interrupted by my dad. 

"First thing in the morning and you are watching cartoons?" he jokingly said to me. 

It sounded like something my friends in my old world would do if I was on an electronic device at 11:59 am. 

"What else is there to do? I won't be going to the park first thing in the morning," I replied but still looking at the screen.

"Yes you are right, we need to find something for you to do," his tone changed to a serious one before walking. 

Normally, I would have asked to go to a saturday club or something but I just wanted to do something else with my life except for football. That reminds me that some football matches should be airing now. It was 1pm. 

"Another day of spotting the meta-vision user," I sighed. Don't get me wrong I loved doing this, it was so much fun seeing it. The experience was like playing a game, at first it was a training program but now–it was something else. 

I switched and saw a game… Not just any game an….

**EL CLASSICO** 

"La real and FC Barcha playing? I've hit the jackpot," I screamed out in surprise.

I probably overreacted because my mom came in asking if something was wrong. I quickly assured her everything was fine and I just saw really good football teams playing. 

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The Bernabéu was alive, roaring with anticipation, but for me, everything felt still. My meta-vision had kicked in as soon as the whistle blew, and the game unfolded before me as if I were watching from above. Every movement, every gap, every decision—it all made sense.

As I scanned the pitch, I couldn't help but wonder: Who else here sees the game the way I do?

First, my eyes locked on Xavi. He wasn't running the hardest, nor was he the most physically imposing player, but his presence dictated everything. Every pass he made seemed two steps ahead of everyone else. His head was constantly on a swivel, taking in the entire field like a strategist reading a battlefield.

It hit me like a revelation: This guy has full meta-vision. He didn't just play the game; he controlled it. The way he directed his teammates with subtle gestures, how he timed his passes to perfection—it was all too deliberate to be instinct alone. Xavi wasn't chasing the game; he was shaping it.

Then there was Messi. He was different. If Xavi was the master tactician, Messi was the chaos that couldn't be contained. At first glance, it didn't seem like he had meta-vision. His movements felt too raw, too instinctual. But then, as he dribbled through two defenders and slotted the ball past Casillas, I noticed it.

Messi's meta-vision wasn't like Xavi's. It was less about controlling the game and more about breaking it apart. He saw the gaps before they formed, predicted defenders' movements as if he were inside their minds. It wasn't polished, but it was there. The kid was like a proto-meta-vision user, refining his ability in real-time with every touch of the ball.

On the Madrid side, Guti stood out. He wasn't flashy, but there was something about the way he played. His passes carved through our defense with surgical precision, and his vision for space was eerily similar to Xavi's.

I realized Guti's meta-vision worked in bursts. He didn't dominate the game like Xavi or improvise like Messi, but when the opportunity presented itself, he saw it—and he executed. His through ball to Van Nistelrooy for Madrid's second goal was proof enough.

Defenders with meta-vision are rare, but Ramos might just be one of them. His ability to predict our movements and position himself perfectly for every aerial duel was uncanny. He didn't just react to the game; he anticipated it.

Watching him rise for that header to make it 3-2, I couldn't help but respect him. Ramos wasn't just relying on physicality; he saw the play developing before anyone else and acted on it. That's what set him apart from the rest of Madrid's backline.

Finally, there was Van Nistelrooy. At first, I thought he was just a classic poacher, someone who thrived on instincts. But as I observed him closer, I noticed something deeper. His ability to find space in crowded areas and position himself for the perfect finish wasn't luck—it was meta-vision.

Van Nistelrooy's meta-vision was entirely focused on the box. He didn't care about controlling the midfield or dictating tempo. His world was the penalty area, and in that domain, he was unstoppable.

By the end of the game, it was clear: not everyone had meta-vision, but those who did stood out. Xavi wielded it like a general, Messi like a rogue genius. Guti used it sparingly, Ramos with defensive precision, and Van Nistelrooy in the final third.

It made me wonder: Is meta-vision innate, or is it earned through countless hours of understanding the game? Whatever the answer, one thing was certain. In a match like this, meta-vision wasn't just an advantage—it was the difference between good and great.

This match had really opened my eyes on different ways to use meta-vision. At first I thought I had it down and was able to use it effectively. My style of play was more of a rough version of Xavi's meta-vision. 

I knew I had to improve it now seeing how he played, not to mention the several other players I had seen using it better than me, especially Messi. I had used a similar type of ability like his. 

When I was playing at the park I used my meta-vision on one player to figure out how to disrupt their balance and get past them. Messi's one worked like that but wasn't restricted to one player. I could tell he knew the exact movements of those in front and behind him.

Guti had also taught me not to rely too much on the ability if I didn't need it that much. Look at Kaiser, he managed to stay at the top while using a minimal amount of meta-vision. 

Though this wasn't like some big eye-opener it gave me a lot of ideas that kept on over-flowing in my mind.

I didn't need to wait to become older to ascend to the top, success starts young. 

I would have to try and convince my dad to send me to some kind of training camp for kids or a Saturday club that I could play at.