[ Truthfully, Endo's never cared all that much about Blue Lock.
For a while there, he used the popularity of the sport to gather bets and make a profit — for himself, and for a bored old man who backed anything that Endo told him to. That old man kept the money flowing as long as Endo was capable of paying him back dividends, which Endo of course was, and so they had a good thing going for a while. But the old man eventually grew bored and moved on to other illegal betting venues, and Endo himself lost interest in keeping his side venture going while his other "businesses" were doing so well, so he ultimately stopped following the sport — and caring about it at all.
Until, that is, the old man contacted him again and told him about this highly illegal auction and its new bounty of Blue Lock players. Endo's technically here on his behalf, but his eyes start to wander for himself instead. He's big on recruiting for Noroshi in an entirely different manner, but this wouldn't be about that. He has enough members in his gang. This is entirely selfish: there's something to be said about holding someone's freedom entirely in his hands, like a hummingbird enclosed in his fist. Someone he doesn't have to release, unlike everything else he's ever wanted to keep close.
He texts the old man pictures and notes, while keeping tabs for himself, until he gets to a particular cell — where he takes one look, stops, and then pockets his phone entirely.
The old man can wait. ]
Hey.
[ He speaks quietly, a small smile playing upon his lips while he surveys the guy on the floor. Endo decides to squat in front of him to get a good look. ]
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For a while there, he used the popularity of the sport to gather bets and make a profit — for himself, and for a bored old man who backed anything that Endo told him to. That old man kept the money flowing as long as Endo was capable of paying him back dividends, which Endo of course was, and so they had a good thing going for a while. But the old man eventually grew bored and moved on to other illegal betting venues, and Endo himself lost interest in keeping his side venture going while his other "businesses" were doing so well, so he ultimately stopped following the sport — and caring about it at all.
Until, that is, the old man contacted him again and told him about this highly illegal auction and its new bounty of Blue Lock players. Endo's technically here on his behalf, but his eyes start to wander for himself instead. He's big on recruiting for Noroshi in an entirely different manner, but this wouldn't be about that. He has enough members in his gang. This is entirely selfish: there's something to be said about holding someone's freedom entirely in his hands, like a hummingbird enclosed in his fist. Someone he doesn't have to release, unlike everything else he's ever wanted to keep close.
He texts the old man pictures and notes, while keeping tabs for himself, until he gets to a particular cell — where he takes one look, stops, and then pockets his phone entirely.
The old man can wait. ]
Hey.
[ He speaks quietly, a small smile playing upon his lips while he surveys the guy on the floor. Endo decides to squat in front of him to get a good look. ]
Take off your glasses.