NIKE -Blue Lock-

Boredom

Central field

Pathetic.

The girl watched boredly the scene as the man next to her glanced at her from time to time to try and understand what she was thinking.

Her attempt to make the show enjoyable had been completely futile. Her words, instead of nurturing and instigating Kunigami in a positive way, had provoked him in a negative one. And irrational anger does not always play in your favor.

Nicole sighed.

"If you don't like what they're doing, go in." Noel said without looking at her, as he scanned Kaiser and Ness's footsteps.

"Try harder." she replied, raising an eyebrow when she heard the blond German boy with blue streaks and the purple-haired dog babbling something about a public execution.

The more time passed the more she was convinced that more then having egos they had serious problems. Not that she could talk either that god complex of hers that occasionally decided to act up.

She saw Kaiser zigzagging between the various players of the Spanish team, and her torso slightly leaned forward as her red eyes followed the German's passionless dance. She saw the foresight in his movements, the absence of unnecessary steps. Everything he did had a purpose.

"Micheal Kaiser, the German prodigy." calmly stated Noel beside her, carefully watching the girl as she watched the blond boy just as closely.

Ness took possession of the ball, and Nicole's eyelids tightened imperceptibly as his foot turned almost unnaturally.

What an extremely flexible ankle.

She watched them advance without stopping, always keeping a perfect distance from each other. It was something she had also noticed the day before, taking advantage of it for that one goal she scored.

They were fast, snappy, moving in unison. A perfect pair. A dog trained by its master to perfection.

"You have to know something about Kaiser..." explained Noel, keeping his arms crossed as he observed a scene he had often witnessed before.

Nicole did not look away, but straightened her back and leaned slightly on her right, so as to approach the coach beside her.

"There's one thing he's better at than me, and that's the right kick he uses for that execution. He's the fastest in the world when it comes to that swing."

Just as he said those words, the blue irises met the red ones, and with a smirk that screamed "look at me" his foot trapped the ball that had been passed to him by Ness.

"They call him a clinical finisher." and then Nicole noticed Kaiser move just enough to scout the last defender, twisting his body with a specific inclination.

Finally his foot hit the ball.

— 1-1 —

"A surgeon basically uh..." whispered the girl, as her vacant eyes watched the boy bow in dramatic, theatrical fashion, his arms spread wide like two wings and his eyes as bright as the blue sky.

She remained silent for a few moments, her body still leaned toward Noel's. Her pupils shifted slightly, pointing to the dark, shadowy face of the fallen hero, the one who up to that moment had made nothing but mistakes.

Kaiser's blue eyes burnished on her skin, and once again their gazes met, and his lapis lazuli tried to challenge in vain her rubies in a endurance fight.

In vain.

"Perhaps the Wild Card project should have been about Michael Kaiser, not about you." joked (maybe) the girl, still close enough to the coach to whisper, shifting her mischievous, cruel gaze to Noel's cold, impassive one.