The next day, a Sunday, I finished cleaning and went outside. After seeing some tutorials and games, I wanted to try out some of the tricks that I found interesting.
Finding an abandoned soccer ball was the plan, but a few soccer players were practicing outside in the local park. Their moves were interesting, their feet would have looked erratic to common people, but I could, slightly, understand their movements.
I was so fixated on the feet of the player with the ball, thinking about the movements and the tempo of them, only to notice that the enemy team took the ball and kicked it out of bounds towards me full force.
My brain screamed at me to move, but my body told me to kick it back to the players. My muscles pulled against my own will, my leg lifting before I could think about it.
The force of the ball hits the side of my foot as I push it forward to send it back softly toward the players. It rolled towards them slowly. I decided that I have stayed analyzing people's soccer skills for too long.
I walked away and looked around before deciding that finding a soccer ball would be too much of a bother. I checked my pockets and pouted. I walked back home with a sigh of disappointment.
My feet instinctively started rushing, running home as my workout for the day.
I want to play soccer. I will not let his name be in vain.
I kept moving, not stopping, not thinking. I ran and ran and ran. I ignored the burn of my muscles as I ran.
I ran to my comfort place. I bubble of privacy and happiness. 'I'll make myself better one way or another,' I thought as opened the doors to the gym.
This is for his LEGACY.
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His Legacy (Blue Lock)
Fanfiction(Blue lock x M! Oc) Where Mikhail Victor (or Victor Mikhail) somehow gets addicted to soccer and gets invited to a project to create an other worldly striker all the while figuring himself out and getting over physical, mental, and emotional obstacl...
