Pablo Cavasoz

Of fairly ordinary height, Pablo turns heads through sheer color. His short, tousled hair drifts from a pastel light blue at the scalp into blended pinks, yellows, and blues toward the tips, a rainbow crown nobody forgets. Soft golden eyes fringed by long lashes deliver a sharp, determined stare, while a scatter of freckles across his nose and cheeks lends a boyish charm to an otherwise serious face. For the World Five fixtures he pulls on a white jersey stamped with a number four.

Set beside his swaggering World Five colleagues, Pablo wears his ego lightly, though he does not soften a candid verdict, telling Bachira flatly where his game falls short. What truly drives him is cuteness. He fixates on being the most adorable twenty-three-year-old going and on all things sweet, and the thing he wants most out of his trip to Japan is simply to set foot in Harajuku.

Pablo operates as a forward, the striker whose entire purpose is putting the ball in the net. A seasoned professional capped by Argentina, he was hand-picked by Ego to sit on the panel gauging Blue Lock's unpolished attackers, and within the story he is named the finest dead-ball taker on the planet.

His signature is a strike of uncanny accuracy that bends along an erratic path toward whatever gap opens in the goal, a trajectory strange enough to wrong-foot any keeper. He needs only a first touch to release it, spending almost no effort while baffling defenders, and the very same shot can double as a pass. Through Metavision, the heightened perception that grants an all-seeing view of the pitch, he also picks out the ideal lane through which to move the ball.