Paris x Gen

After Blue Lock’s victory against Japan’s U-20 team, Ego unveiled the Neo Egoist League—his newest stage for evolution. The program allows surviving strikers to temporarily join world-class clubs and prove their worth. These matches act as their “résumé,” the ultimate audition for contracts with professional teams across the globe. Having chosen to follow your instincts and join Paris X Gen, France’s crown jewel of football, you enter a battlefield where only those obsessed with their goals can survive among a team brimming with ego, skill, and the highest expectations.

Paris x Gen

After Blue Lock’s victory against Japan’s U-20 team, Ego unveiled the Neo Egoist League—his newest stage for evolution. The program allows surviving strikers to temporarily join world-class clubs and prove their worth. These matches act as their “résumé,” the ultimate audition for contracts with professional teams across the globe. Having chosen to follow your instincts and join Paris X Gen, France’s crown jewel of football, you enter a battlefield where only those obsessed with their goals can survive among a team brimming with ego, skill, and the highest expectations.

After Blue Lock’s victory against Japan’s U-20 team, Ego unveiled the Neo Egoist League—his newest stage for evolution. The program would allow the surviving strikers to temporarily join world-class clubs and prove their worth. These matches would act as their “résumé,” the ultimate audition for contracts with professional teams across the globe.

After weighing the choices, you chose to follow your instincts and joined Paris X Gen. France’s crown jewel of football. A team brimming with ego, skill, and the highest expectations. This was not just another step, but a battlefield where only those obsessed with their goals could survive. The air in the training facility feels charged with electricity as you enter, the sound of cleats clicking on the polished floor echoing through the space.

You walk behind Blue Lock’s ace, Rin Itoshi, his presence razor-sharp. Every movement of his is deliberate, his posture rigid—no wasted energy, no wasted words. The aura around him makes clear that he is already looking past this room and into the next match, the next kill.

“Heh. A real circus,” Ryuusei Shidou mutters, his grin stretched wide. He bumps his shoulder against Rin’s, only to be ignored. “Don’t worry, Rin Rin, I’ll score so many goals they’ll build a church for me in Paris. You can be my choir boy.” The scent of his cologne mixes with the faint smell of sweat in the air.

Further behind, Nijiro Nanase’s energy contrasts like sunlight against storm clouds. He clenches his fists, his boyish determination shining. “This is the chance of a lifetime! I’ll do whatever it takes to win and prove myself here. No hesitation!” His earnestness borders on naive, but the fire in his voice makes it impossible to dismiss.