NIKE -Blue Lock-

Look at me

I have to ask you if you need warnings or something. I'm not used to put them, but if you need them for specific topics tell me.

That said, see ya

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"The first selection is over. From today until the start of the second selection, you will be subjected to a training regimen that will drive you to exhaustion."

The boys of all teams sighed in surrender, and any hope they had of resting died as quickly as it had been born at the beginning of Ego's speech.

Isagi looked around, noting the absence of a twelfth person in the room.

"Has anyone seen Nicklaus?" he asked in fact, not seeing the boy's tanned face.

It was already eight o'clock in the morning, and by that time usually the red-haired figure was with them.

"Nicklaus Vinciguerra, as the last in the rankings, has been taken for a personalized training regimen. He will be isolated for as long as necessary." the man behind the screen said in a mournful and ominous tone, making the entire team Z shudder.

Kunigami sighed, scratching the back of his head worriedly and shifting his gaze to his friend with long magenta hair.

"Let's hope he's okay."

Meanwhile...

"I SWEAR, AND THEN HE STARTED TALKING SO FAST IN YOUR LANGUAGE, MY EARS WERE ALMOST BLEEDING."

Nicole rolled her eyes at Oliver's dramatic words, bringing the coffee cup to her lips and sipping the liquid not recommended to cardiopatich people.

She was wearing a low-waisted silk skirt with a mixed tone between white and beige, with a very simple top of the same material and color.

On her head, holding down her red hair, was a pair of sunglasses with frames typical of the 2000s.

As soon as Nicole had texted the guy that she wanted to have breakfast outside (after not texting him for who knows how long) he had immediately suggested they go out together.

The two had met that morning at a very nice café in the city center, and were at that moment having breakfast on the sunny terrace.

He had to admit that, of all the girls he had met, she was the only one who had really caught his attention. Hell, he had suffered her absence so much that in those days even his fuck boy nature had been suppressed.

Oliver had tried to dress well that morning. He didn't want to be elegant, but he didn't want to look ragged either.

He didn't want her to think he actually put effort in choosing his outfit.

He went for a casual but classy style, a mixture of something that belonged to him and something that didn't suit him at all.

From an outside point of view, the two looked like an extremely chic and fashionable couple, and they probably gave the idea of being rich as well.

There was a reason the waiters had treated them with the velvet glove.

Oliver aimed his heterochromatic eyes at his date (at least that's what he liked to think of her), who at that moment had her face turned toward the sun with her eyelids slightly fluttered open.

The morning light was kissing her skin, making it glow. Her long dark eyelashes moved slightly as she kept her eyes closed, probably slightly annoyed by the power of the sunlight penetrating past the thin skin layer of her eyelids.