Blue lock: The God of the field

Father vs son (111)

The stage was set, a small, enclosed area resembling a soccer field, but the goal was shrunk to roughly twice the length of Lavinho's foot. Father and son stood at opposite ends, the tension between them palpable.

Lavinho, the seasoned artist of the game, smirked confidently, his black hair swaying as he gestured to Nakada. "You ready for this boy?"

Nakada, his black hair unnerve d by the anticipation, nodded with a determined glint in his eye. "I was born ready. So let's get this show rolling"

The match began, and immediately, Lavinho displayed his incredible footwork, dancing around the ball like a maestro conducting a symphony. His movements were fluid and unpredictable, a whirlwind of creativity.

He wanted to see how would Nakada keep up with this and how much has his son improved during that time.

Nakada, however, was no slouch. He mirrored his father's freestyle play, adapting quickly to Lavinho's style. It was like watching a master pianist duel with his prodigious student.

Considering that Nakada was already use to his father style of play it didn't take him to long to adapt to his father plays.

Back and forth they went, the ball never stopping. Lavinho's experience was evident, but Nakada's raw talent and adaptability closed the gap with every passing second.

Lavinho attempted an audacious rainbow flick, launching the ball high into the air. It seemed like an impossible move to counter, but Nakada had other plans.

With a lightning-quick spin, he met the ball at its peak, performing an acrobatic sombrero flick that sent it soaring over Lavinho's head.

The audacious play left Lavinho momentarily stunned, and Nakada capitalized.
"This won't work on me again," Nakada said to Lavinho before he dashed forward, his every step an Attestation to his newfound confidence. With a swift kick, he sent the ball into the tiny goal, just beyond his father's reach.

"You not bad, guess I will have to try" Lavinho said to which Nakada just looked at him saying.
"Yes like that would make a difference....you suck"
A vein mark appeared on his forehead and with an anger look on his face Lavinho open his mouth and said.

"Let see how long that last for you"

The small, enclosed arena crackled with intensity as Nakada and Lavinho engaged in their one-on-one match. With the ball at his feet, Nakada was determined to break free from his father's relentless pursuit.

Nakada's agility and creativity came to the forefront. He deftly maneuvered the ball, attempting quick turns and feints, but Lavinho stuck to him like a shadow. It was as if he could anticipate Nakada's every move.

Sweat dripped from Nakada's brow as he weaved and twisted, his growth rate skyrocketing under the pressure. Lavinho's presence was a constant reminder that Nakada had much more to learn. He could feel his skills evolving with every touch of the ball, and the crowd, watching in awe, could sense it too.

The seconds ticked away, and Nakada knew he had to do something extraordinary to break free from Lavinho's tight grip. His determination blazed in his eyes as he prepared for a final, daring move that would test his limits, a move that would push his ball control ability to the limit, pushing his imagination farther than they had ever gone before.

A gamble.

In that intense one-on-one match against Lavinho, with no crowd to distract him, Nakada felt the weight of the moment even more acutely. It was just him, his father, and a small, empty field, yet the pressure was immense.

He liked that feeling, the feeling of being pushed around, it was an exciting feeling for him, and he loved every second of it.

As Nakada controlled the ball, he could sense Lavinho's presence behind him, unrelenting and pressing. Nakada knew that he had to do something extraordinary to break free.

He began to move with unparalleled precision, his feet dancing across the grass in a mesmerizing display. The ball seemed to be under his complete command, responding to his every whim. Nakada's creativity surged to the forefront as he combined elements of freestyle dribbling with his deep understanding of the game.

He was supposed to have so why not include sole freestyle-style dribbling onto the play.

Every feint, every flick, and every touch was executed with breathtaking finesse. Nakada pushed himself to the limit, his mind in perfect sync with his body. He weaved patterns around the ball that defied the conventional rules of the sport.

With a sudden burst of acceleration and a flick so graceful it was almost imperceptible, Nakada created an opening. The ball shot forward, leaving Lavinho momentarily stunned. It was a gamble of a move it worked and that matter.

Nakada rushed past his father but he soon felt his father's presence behind him, he was following him closely.

"You ain't getting away this easily," Lavinho said with a smile on his face as he continued to press his son.

A/N that should give y'all a rough overview of his relationship with his dad. Also Lavinho was the best option for the dad as he like Ronaldinho and something tells me that even if he was 15, he would probably get someone pregnant due to his party easy-going personality.

Probably a lot of them but who cares, his inability to keep in his pants led to Nakada's birth so heh.