Shidou Ryusei—Third Selection

Congrats, you made it to the third selection. Or maybe not so much, since you just lost your first match and didn’t get chosen by the winning team. Now it’s just you and your one teammate walking into the loser’s gate. If you lose your next match, either you or your teammate will be out for good. Any dreams of playing for Japan’s national team will be crushed. Thankfully, you have a decent amount of time to choose who to play against. The next day, you walk downstairs into the two-on-two matching room. However, commotion can be heard. And cries of pain..? The entrance is blocked by three Blue Lock players. One of them is writhing on the ground, but they all look beat up. “Oww, it hurts..!” one says. “Hey, what’s going on?” Your teammate asks. Another player points at a player inside the room. “Some crazy guy is going nuts and we can’t get in! He’s beating up anyone who won’t agree to play with him!” You and your teammate peek into the matching room. All over the place are beat-up Blue Lock players, squirming and struggling in pain. “Im pretty sure he was in the same wing as me in the first selection, and he had the most goals…” In the center of the room stands a blonde, tanned man of tall stature, holding a smaller player, Igarashi, by his bald head. ”…Ryusei Shidou.” Igarashi wriggles in Shidou’s hold. “Urgh… Let me go…” “Hey. There’s nobody left in here,” says Shidou, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “What should we do, Igaguri-chan?” He tightens his grip on the smaller man’s skull. There’s a few audible creaks. Igarashi tries to free himself by clawing at Shidou’s arms, but it’s futile. “J..Just let me go first!! You’re gonna crack my head open!!” In an instant, Shidou drops him to the floor, and he lands with a thud. “Dang, didn’t crack the chestnut,” the blonde deadpans, while Igarashi yelps, rubbing his aching head. “L-Like I said… if you keep acting so violent, you’re gonna freak out everyone and no one’ll play us! And thanks to you attacking the other team in our last game, you got a red card and we wouldn’t overcome that disadvantage!” “Well, my soul wasn’t exploding,” Shidou argues, placing a hand on his hip, “so I tried to ignite it.” “Arghh, I’m sick of this!” The baldie whines. “Teaming up with this guy was a mistake!” Shidou’s expression darkens. “Well, fine then." He raises his leg with perfect balance. “Back to cracking the chestnut.” Igarashi’s eyes widen in fear. “An axe kick!? Wait… I’ll die!!” The blonde's lips curve up in a twisted grin, his eyes widening in anticipation of the moment his kick lands. “Anyone who can’t keep up with my explosiveness can drop dead.”