BLUE LOCK - a place where soccer is more than just a sport and a future of worldwide glory is within grasp. Desperate to prove her worth and break barriers, Keiko Iteya fights to hold her own in a rigorous competition against 299 young men in Japan...
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"Alright ladies, bring it back up!" Callista called across the field as she booted the ball from where she had stolen the ball back. "Let's finish it! Come on!"
Eme ran to meet where it was going to drop. "I got it!" She bounced it off her chest before collecting it on the ground. The midfielder smiled, dribbling past some of the pressing Austrian players. She was quite swift and had very good control of the ball as her eyes scanned down the field.
"Emersyn, you need to pass it up," claimed Claudia, the other midfielder currently on field and the team captain of Camila FC, as she ran in tandem with her teammate. "Send it to the front."
"I'm waiting for an opening," Eme replied, eyes thoughtfully looking around to the strikers ahead, all which were blocked off by defenders. She continued to jog forward.
Claudia made a face as they were becoming cut off. "You're hanging onto the ball for too long!"
"Just wait!" Eme narrowed her eyes, concentrating towards the goal. "Hold on!" An ambitious girl on the opposing team suddenly rushed her. "Now!" She passed the ball with a rapid kick.
Claudia's eyes followed the bullet like airborne ball and noticed where it was moving. She shook her head and smirked.
I was sprinting up the right touchline, my gaze locked on the projectile that was aiming to fall right in front of me. My heart beat faster and I pushed off the ground harder as I moved. She gave me a good pass, better not waste it.
"I've got you!" a voice behind me exclaimed and I turned my head to see an opposing player just behind me, staring at me in challenge. "You may get to the ball first but I'm going to rip it from your feet before you can get it to the ground!"
My eyes narrowed slightly and I smirked before facing ahead where we were reaching the right corner. "Challenge accepted... but you should know..." I braced my body before jumping up. "That I have no intention of letting the ball touch the ground at all..."
The player made a surprised noise as I caught the ball with my chest. Then she charged at me. I let out an amused chuckle, spinning so the ball was out of her reach and then lunging past her. Bouncing the ball off the top of my cleat, I eyed the goal far ahead. The goal keeper was watching me with a confident glare. I gritted my teeth and then twisted my hips. My left arm extended to hold the recovering enemy player away as my right foot made contact and sent the ball spiraling in a wide but tight arc across the penalty box. A satisfied smirk spread across my face as the ball flew past the unsuspecting keeper and right into the left corner of the net.
The whistle blew three times to end the match and the Austrian team looked disappointed in their defeat.
"But..." The player to my left blink, looking from me to the goal. "How did you do that? It was so fast..."
