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3.4. Putting On A Show (Part 3)

Noel Noa started in the middle with the ball.

Y/N sulked on the side, childishly way out of his supposed position on the left wing. Kaiser and Isagi were on the right side of the pitch, leaving Y/N alone on the left. I wanted to start with the ball, though...

"Y/N."

He looked up, seeing the ball rolling towards him. Huh? Noa passed? Uh... Y/N hesitantly received the ball, glancing towards the goal. He pointed towards it, miming an explosion and making a 'poof' noise with his lips. Can I score?

Noa was already sprinting down the field. He was fast - much faster than the average player. But still slower than Y/N. Dull yellow eyes stared at him. He shook his head.

Y/N sighed. I hate rationality. Noa was currently the best striker in the world. So obviously, it was more rational that Y/N should support him, in order for him to score as the best player. It would have the highest chance of succeeding.

A Barcha winger ran for him. Y/N sidestepped the charge, flicked the ball to the outside of his foot, and he passed. Straight to Noa, who was moving up the field at a frightening pace.

Noa halted for a second, frowning at the pass sent to his feet. He looked surprised - in fact, most of the players on the field did. Annoyance building inside Y/N, he darted down the side of the pitch. Hey, I know how to pass, you know!

Where Lavinho's dribble was all flair and show, Noa's was the polar opposite. He dribbled like a machine, like an AI - calculating the perfect route, updating it every time a defender moved, and executing each action with precision.

The only three players to keep up with him on the Bastard side were Y/N, Kaiser, and Ness. Ness linked up with Noa, sending him a long pass that spiralled straight through a gap between two enemy forwards. Noa instantly received it, holding a hand out midair to keep an enemy player away. And then he was off again.

He cut a hole straight through the centre of the enemy line, dribbling right past two more players. Y/N kept up with him along the side, keeping himself more or less level.

It paid off. The ball was sent flying low to Y/N's feet, with a lightning-fast pass. Y/N tapped it once, taking a few steps forwards. His entire body itched to score by himself, but he swallowed the feeling, forcing his leg to move.

Before the player marking him could do anything, Y/N sent it back. Again, there was a flicker of surprise on Noa's face - but he just kept powering forwards.

Noa passed right to Kaiser, using the time to duck around more defenders. Kaiser easily made it past one defender by himself, sending the ball right back in a fluid movement.

"Yeesh!" Lavinho sprang in front of Noa as the man received a ball. Two more Barcha defenders stood at his back, fanning out to completely block Noa's advance. He yawned wide. "I nearly fell asleep, that was so boring."

The three players charged forwards in a tight group. Lavinho went straight for a slide tackle. Noa leapt over it, easily keeping control of the ball midair. He faked a shot, causing both of the other defenders to jump forwards and block. Then, he swapped the ball from his right leg to his left leg.

Over the rest of the field, the Barcha team was in complete disarray. Yet, as Y/N continued to push forwards, marked only by one player on the far wing, he, Ness, Kaiser and Noa were in complete sync. Kaiser was mirroring Y/N's run down the side of the field, also marked by one player.

Noa could've scored. Y/N knew it, Kaiser knew it, Lavinho knew it. Just like Y/N, he was ambidextrous. His left leg could've easily made the shot.

Instead, he passed.