NIKE -Blue Lock-

His demise

Terrible.
A terrible moment.
A terrible strategy.
A terrible formation.
Terrible teammates.

A terrible opponent.

Another thirty minutes had passed, and the score had gone from 2-3 to 2-5.

A massacre.
A monster's playground.
The monster's playground.

And they had a little less than 10 minutes before the end.

Isagi was sweating, his eyes too tired but still alert, searching for the ball that was too often moving back and forth on the field.

From right to left, from left to behind, from behind to right, from right to forward, from forward to left. He couldn't grasp how the Ubers' players were moving.

Or rather, he understood how they were moving, as they seemed to be following Barou's steps. But coupled with the fast and erratic passes of the red-haired figure, bringing chaos into a relatively simple system, it became too difficult to follow the game.

His tired eyes shifted to the figure of the blond-haired German when he was tackled once again by Don Lorenzo: the latter's golden smile sharply contrasted with the fury on the shorter one's face.

Nicklaus took advantage of the tackle to sprint forward, the ball moving as fast as his feet against the artificial grass of the field. Drops of sweat shone on his gold-bronzed neck, disappearing behind the collar of his loose jersey.

He passed the ball to Niko as the latter ran by, and just as the ball touched the youngest boy's shoe, it was swiftly launched even farther, towards Barou.

The black-haired striker quickly freed himself from the three midfielders who had surrounded him, and they were then tackled by three different Ubers defenders so that the attacker could have a clear path to sprint forward without intruders.

Nicklaus sprinted past the enemy defense, positioning himself behind the one with the tallest body and the longest legs. A weak point.

How many had he found in that last half-hour: at least one in each one of them in different circumstances.

Barou passed the ball again to the left, sending it to Niko, who acted as a transmitter launching it to the red-haired figure, who quickly stretched his foot under the legs of the rival defender and captured the ball.

Raichi immediately tried to rectify his ally defender's mistake, putting an arm in front of her cleavage and trying to unbalance her while stealing the ball.

Nicole placed a hand on his shoulder as she felt her body being pushed backward. Before losing balance, she bounced the ball in the air and, taking advantage of her fall, raised her leg, hitting the ball in a low bicycle kick.

2-6

"You fucking bit- AH!" Isagi blinked when Raichi's insult was cut off by the thud caused by their bodies hitting the ground.

His dark blue eyes focused on the pair of ash-blond and red-haired figures, both on the ground as one had provoked the imbalance of the other and vice versa. The defender's body was compressed between the grass and the back of the attacker, the latter visibly thinner now that Isagi could compare him to Raichi.

Nicole felt the body heat coming from the guy: she perceived his chest against her back, and noticed it was surprisingly harder than she expected. Looking at his quadriceps on the sides of her own legs, she observed the evident muscles under his shorts.

He did have a body transformations after training as a defender. He was more muscular.

Nicole raised an eyebrow when she sensed something intrusive pressing against her lower back.