Blue lock: The God of the field

Cutting through the defense (118)

Nakada prepared himself for one of his solo runs, he was planning to see how much he had progressed so far with the ball nestled at his feet like an obedient pet, awaiting his command he was ready to showcase his skills to the world once again.

As he started his run, his every movement seemed to breathe life into the ball and the field itself.
The crowd watching this online fell silent, mesmerized by the spectacle unfolding before them.
Even though they were watching it through a screen this spectacle felt magnificent to them.
It was as though Nakada was conjuring magic on the pitch.

With each touch, he spun a web of deception around the defense, making them question their own abilities. Making them rethink their whole life with a simple move.

It was a divine play, an artful dance with the ball. He shifted effortlessly between defenders, leaving them grasping at air.

The ball moved with a life of its own, seemly defying gravity, only seeming to be obeying Nakada's will.

It seemed to teleport from one foot to another, from one side of the pitch to the other. His dribbling was a symphony of skill, precision, and creativity.

Nakada wasn't just playing football; he was breathing life into a seemingly dead situation.

Position that seem to be a dead end were easily pass by,if there was no exit then he would have made his exit.

The defense was left in disarray, caught in the whirlwind of Nakada's divine display of skills.
It was a moment of pure brilliance, a reminder of why he was considered a football deity.

Nakada's feet became a blur as he danced past the opposition's midfielder, their attempts at tackling him futile. It was like he was weaving through a maze with his eyes closed, relying solely on instinct and muscle memory.

Then, as he approached the next defender, Nakada did something unusual. He slowed down for a fraction of a second, his ears attuned to the rhythm of his own heartbeat.
*Thump, thump, thump.*

It was as if he could hear the very pulse of the game.
In that split second, Nakada made his move. He executed a quick body feint to the right, sending the defender sliding in the wrong direction.
The ball remained perfectly glued to his feet, a testament to his exquisite control.
Now, with a burst of speed, he surged past the bewildered defender.
His control over the ball was so precise that it seemed to be an extension of his body.
But Nakada wasn't finished yet.
He instinctively could feel Bachira presence near him and with a smile on his face he made a pass toward Bachira.
The ball soared towards Bachira, it was no ordinary pass. It was a challenge, a test of skill, and a call to push their limits. Bachira, understanding the unspoken message, rose to the occasion.

The pass pushed him to his very limits, requiring perfect timing and control.
The thrill of nearly losing the ball, the rush of adrenaline, sent his heart rate soaring. It was a moment of pure football ecstasy.

With the ball now at his feet, Bachira was once again confronted by an opponent. But he was ready.
This time, he unleashed a dazzling combination of Jinga and his own unique "Monster Style" of play. It was a mesmerizing dance, a fusion of artistry and athleticism.

He dribbled past the defender as though they were standing still, his every movement a testament to his mastery of the beautiful game.
As he left the defender in his wake, everyone on the opposite try to run at him trying to press him.

Isagi however eyes landed on the free Otoya that was currently behind a defender blind spot, Isagi rushed toward Otoya trying to get to him before Nakada passes the ball to him.

He was however a bit too late in his judgment, Nakada passed the ball to Otoya who passed it back to Nakada saying"One two no jutsu."

The ball moved seamlessly across the field, as if it were a part of their collective consciousness.
Nakada, Otoya, Nishioka, and Bachira were in perfect harmony, each player knowing their role in the intricate dance of football.

Nakada's trap was a thing of beauty, the ball cushioned softly against his foot.
With a quick glance, he saw Otoya in space and threaded a precise pass. Otoya, always alert, received it with a graceful touch, maintaining the rhythm of their play.

Nishioka's vision was unparalleled, scanning the field like a grandmaster surveying a chessboard.
He recognized the opportunity and executed a pinpoint pass.

The ball sailed through the air with grace and purpose, finding Bachira in stride.
Bachira, the embodiment of flair, couldn't resist the chance to add his own touch of brilliance.

With a playful smile, he executed a backheel pass that took everyone by surprise, except for Nakada, who had already anticipated the move.

As the ball rolled toward Nakada, his eyes gleamed with excitement. It was moments like these that fueled his passion for the game.

However as he passed the ball to Bachira so he could open the field a bit more for himself,Kaiser suddenly appeared seemgling out of nowhere.

"You are so predictable, "Kaiser said as he blocked the pass.
"You can be a pain in the ass sometime,guess i need to tighten your leash"Nakada said to which Kaiser responded "Try and stop me again,i dare you" After saying those words he ran on the field with the ball glued to his feet.