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36 UNO, DOS

"Moving on, number two, Shidou Ryusei."

The tan boy steps forward with a shit-eating grin, the boy you now know as Shidou. He chuckles, hands stuffed down into his pockets while he walks. "There it is. Bada bing, baby." He looks over to Rin, eyes half-lidded and snorts, "So that dude's number one, huh?"

"Alright, next," Ego calls out, "Number three, Karasu Tabito."

The boy with a beauty mark and gelled-up hair steps forward, pulling at his knuckles when he takes a spot next to Shidou, "Someone gets it." With just this single display of his demeanour and words—you could sense the self-confidence radiating from him.

"Number four, Otoya Eita."

The boy with the green streak in front of his tired, slanted eyes walks next to Karasu, looking as bored as always, "'Sup." 

"Number five, Yukimiya Kenyu."

The handsome model-looking boy steps forward, hands politely tucked behind his back, only after he's pushed his glasses further up his nose bridge, and shoots the Ego on screen a charming smile that almost makes you blush, "Yes, sir. It's an honour."

Just from his mannerisms, he seems so polite—it's almost weird. He carries himself in a way that shows he has at least the basic respect for people... I've been surrounded by egotistic, smelly guys for so long... 

You almost shed a tear. One last person... You can't possibly begin to think who it may be. It has to be somebody incredible—somebody who can stand on the same level as Rin.

"Lastly, number six is..." Ego pauses, beady eyes staring down at the screen with an unmoving, stone expression, "Nagi Seishiro."

Nagi blinks froggishly, standing still in his spot with a dumbfounded, distant look, "Huh." Still, the snow-haired boy steps forward, and the top six of all of Blue Lock stand together in all their glory. You gape at the sight of Nagi's greatness being acknowledged—I always thought he was incredible, but this is crazy.

But still, you can't help but feel a little proud at how far he's come, from a lazy, never-wanting-to-do-anything genius, to a slightly less lazy, wanting-to-atleast-win genius. Good boy, Nagi, I'm proud of you. Maybe I will comply with his stupid offer from before.

"That is all," Ego leans back in his chair and crosses his fingers against each other, resting his chin atop his linked hands. 

Yukimiya raises his hand. "Excuse me, Ego. Thinking about what lies ahead, I've got something of a simple question for you. What's your reason for putting me in fifth place? That is, what's the difference between me and first place?"

Ego claps his palms together, head tilted to the side like a creepy possessed doll, "...It's simple. Among the 35 of you here, the only ones who managed to score a goal against the world's select team were these two—Itoshi Rin and Shidou Ryusei. Next, I took into consideration how many goals you scored during the first selection and the world's select player's personal evaluations. Lastly, I used my own judgement. Does this answer your question, Mister Four-eyes model?"

So he really is a model! You can't say you're surprised. With the drop-dead gorgeous smile he shoots Ego from where he stands, a hand over his chest, you'd be more surprised if he told you he wasn't a runway diva. Yukimiya thanks Ego with clear sincerity, and you can even sense envy boiling from a few guys behind him.

"Now then, I'll explain your next selection," A cubical object appears within his hand—swirling into digital pictures and colours within the next moment, "First, the top 6 will separate into pairs in descending order, and will be assigned A, B, and C ranks, to make three teams. Next, the 29 players will decide at their own discretion which team they want to join. They will be added to their chosen team in random groups of three, to make a complete team of five. Then, each of these teams will have the chance to play in one game against another, five vs five styles."