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No one had seen this coming but it seems like the universe has other plans.
Since the meeting of the centuries happened in the modal era. A meeting that shouldn’t Have Happened in the first place.
But there is nothing anyone could do when the universe is against them.
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Blue Lock wasn’t supposed to have coincidences.
Every meeting, every team, every rivalry all of it was calculated.
And yet, on that quiet evening, fate slipped through Ego’s design.
Or in another word universe decided to play with history.
Because how else do you explain why six players — Hiori, Chigiri, Ness, Bachira, Rin, and Reo — happened to end up in the same empty training hall.
Even though some of them were not even from the same club.
With no cameras, no staff, just the echo of the fluorescent lights buzzing above and the faint hum of the machines outside.
Like the universe was blending everything for them to meet each other. Because why else these six from different teams find each other in the same empty training hall.
It felt like the universe was forcing them to meet.
They didn’t plan to talk.
But something in the air pressed them closer like invisible strings pulling them toward the same center point.
And they can't escape it.
The only thing they could do is to accept it.
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“Did anyone else feel that?” Bachira asked first, rubbing his arm as if to shake off the weird feeling that was surrounding them.
The air felt heavy, charged.
Like before a storm.
Rin frowned, not understanding what Bachira was talking about, “Feel what? You’re imagining—”
But then he stopped.
The walls around them blurred. The cold blue glow of the facility flickered, replaced by warm candlelight, stone walls, banners, and shadows in gold.
The scent of steel and roses filled the room.
Hiori’s breath hitched for a moment, “This—this isn’t real…”
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The visions came all at once.
Chigiri saw himself walking down a long hall in a silk gown, red hair gleaming beneath a jeweled crown and a blade flashing behind him.
Hiori heard the whisper of vows, promises of love and loyalty broken by a man’s cold decree.
Ness felt the weight of a child in his arms, the taste of tears and duty.
Bachira stood in front of a mirror, laughing as he tore a veil from his head, declaring freedom from a throne.
Rin saw his own reflection dressed in gold and youth, trembling beneath eyes that judged and desired him.
Reo turned pages in a book, his own handwriting reading: I survived him. I always will.
The visions hit like lightning too bright, too fast.
Each one gasped, staggered, clutching their heads as the world split in two.
The Blue Lock hall and a Tudor court collapsing into each other.
The lights snapped back.
The stone walls vanished.
Like nothing had happened.
They were standing again in the same hallway from earlier, gasping for breath, sweat dripping down their faces.
No one spoke for a long time.
All of them were just staring at each other with wide eyes.
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Finally, Reo looked up at them eyes wide but certain.
“…I think I’ve lived this before.”
Chigiri’s voice was soft but sharp enough to cut through the air, “In another life, you mean.”
Rin pressed a trembling hand against his chest.
His heart was breathing too fast for him to speak properly.
“We were—” He couldn’t finish the sentence.
He didn’t have to.
Because in the silence that followed, every one of them felt the same truth crawling back into their bones the same pain, the same endings, the same man.
They had all loved him.
They had all been destroyed by him.
And now, they were all reborn — together — inside Blue Lock.
And none of them were ready for whatever that would come after that.
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For the first time since the project began, the Blue Lock sensors spiked without explanation.
Six players’ vitals synced in perfect rhythm for exactly twelve seconds.
Their hearts beating as one, before the readings cut out.
The next morning, Blue Lock felt different.
The sterile lights seemed dimmer, the walls tighter as if the facility itself knew what had happened the night before.
The six of them didn’t speak about it during breakfast. Or to anyone else in that matters.
But every glance said the same thing, 'You saw it too, didn’t you?'
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They met again in the corner of the common room away from cameras, away from the noise, away from the other players.
Rin was the first to break the silence.
“Last night… that wasn’t a dream.”
No one argued.
Because they all know it, it was true.
That something fundamentally changed last night.
Chigiri stared into his mug, watching the coffee swirl. “It felt real, too real.”
Hiori nodded faintly at that, “I remember… a church. A man’s face. I think he was—my husband?”
The word tasted wrong in his mouth, but the others didn’t laugh at it.
Because all of them had seen it, they felt it in their bones.
Bachira tilted his head slightly, “Same vibe here. I was wearing something fancy. Like, medieval fancy and I was married too? That’s so weird.”
Reo sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly, “No, it’s not weird. It’s insane but… it had happened.”
Ness’s voice trembled when he spoke, “I remember a garden. I had a child and I loved someone, even though it hurt.”
Rin didn't say anything he just stared at the wall with a blank expression.
A silence fell over them again, thick with confusion and fear and something older.
Recognition.
Or maybe something else.
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That afternoon, when the others were in training, Reo slipped into the computer room. He wasn’t supposed to be here, but rules didn’t seem to matter anymore.
Not when they all need answers.
He typed the words slowly into the search bar:
> Henry VIII’s six wives.
The results appeared instantly the portraits, names, fates.
And his stomach dropped the more he read.
Catherine of Aragon: Loyal. Divorced.
Anne Boleyn: Brilliant. Executed.
Jane Seymour: Gentle. Died in childbirth.
Anne of Cleves: Divorced. Lived free.
Catherine Howard: Young. Executed.
Catherine Parr: Survivor. Outlived him.
He printed the page, his hands shaking as he took the papers and brought it back to the others at night.
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At night, in Rin's dorm room...
They all sat in a circle on the dorm room floor, the papers were between them.
Each name glowed faintly in the low light.
And as they read, pieces began to fall into place.
Hiori’s breath caught at the first name.
Catherine of Aragon. Loyal. Devout.
“That was me,” he whispered quietly, “I… remember begging him to not divorce me.”
Chigiri’s eyes lingered on Anne Boleyn.
“She was accused of betrayal. They executed her.” His hand went to his throat again as if to make sure it was still there, “I think that’s why my dreams always end there.”
Ness smiled sadly at Jane Seymour.
“She died doing childbirth…her son Edward.” His eyes softened, when he said Edward's name.
Bachira tilted his head at Anne of Cleves.
"She was divorced because he thought she was ugly. But she got away from him and stayed happy.”
He faintly grinned, “No wonder I didn’t feel scared last night unlike you guys.”
Rin stared at Catherine Howard’s portrait for a long time. “She was only seventeen,” he said quietly.
“They called her unfaithful,” his voice shook as he said the last part. “She was just a kid.”
And Reo’s fingers brushed the last name. Catherine Parr: The survivor.
The one who lived to tell their story.
“She wrote books,” he murmured to himself, “She outlived him. Maybe that’s why I’m the one who found this.”
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The papers trembled between them.
Six names. Six lives. Six endings.
“I think we were them,” Chigiri said finally, “All of us.”
Rin looked away, jaw tightened, “Reincarnated as… us? That’s insane.”
“Is it?” Reo said quietly, “Because the memories feel too real to deny.”
Hiori rubbed his temple. “If that’s true, then where is Henry?”
The question hung in the air like a curse.
For a moment, none of them answered.
Then Bachira laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Maybe he’s out there too. Reborn, just like us.”
The thought chilled them all.
None of them were ready to face Henry if he was reincarnated just like them.
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That night, after lights-out, each of them lay awake in their bed staring at the ceiling.
The names echoed in their heads.
The faces of children they never met.
The man they had loved, feared, and died for.
And somewhere deep down, each of them felt it a pulse beneath their ribs that wasn’t entirely their own.
The past that wasn't finished.
But this time, they weren’t going to die quietly.
**End of Chapter-1 **