Blue lock: The God of the field

Soaring (122)

Reo inner monologue.
At that moment on the field, Reo felt nothing but pure anger but he felt something else, the feeling of being faced against someone who could utterly destroy them.

This feeling that no matter what he did would not get him near the prodigy frustrated him to no end, he felt weak and felt disgusted by that weakness this feeling of inferiority in his chest was growing bigger and bigger by the second.

He hated this feeling, He had trained so hard to achieve this level, he had brought his body to its limits over and over again in the span of time he spent inside the wildcard.

He went through litteraly hell to get this far, there was no way he would lose here, with renew fire burning in his eyes.

Reo rushed toward Nakada and once again tried to stop the prodigy but this time instead of rushing in he waited.....he would make sure to mess up this attack even if it kill him.

Reo pov end

Nakada dribble past the first player that came near him with a simple nutmeg and with a relax look on his face,he pass the ball forward toward Bachira who trapped the ball with the inside of his foot.

Bachira then rushed forward with the ball seemgling glue to his feet showcasing his new monster jinga style in its full glory.

He passed the ball toward what seemed to be an empty spot and unfortunately for Bastard Munchen, Someone was there and it was Nakada.

Instead of shooting the ball Nakada instead flick the ball up as Reo went by him,Nakada had seen it. Reo had tried to block his shot and he was not about to let that happen, as he moved to another side of the goal to get a better shot at the goal.

Kaiser suddenlly appeared and seemed persistent on stopping him to which Nakada did another flick of the ball sending Kaiser the wrong way.
He then moved left but that sent him back to Reo to which Nakada flick the ball up once again before jumping up in the air.

He then while in the air twisted his body around toward the goal before bringing his leg forward seemingly about to shoot the ball but he did not shoot it and instead slightly flicked the ball up to avoid both Reo and Kaiser, before shooting the ball as he was landing.

As Nakada landed on the floor he watched as the ball flew toward the goal but before it entered the net, the figure of Isagi was seen heading the ball away.

Nakada stare at the scene before he realize what just happened, Isagi bet most likely bet that his teammate would lose the 2 vs 1, and instead decided to secure the side he was most likely to shoot toward, Not going to lie this match was starting to excit him a bunch more unfortunately for Isagi.

An excited Nakada mean he will start trying more and more and the more he try the more he tap into that bottomless pit of potential that his potential.

For just a split second the world stop for him and all he saw was him and the ball, the ball was pretty high up and if he jumped,he could reach it and just like that his decision was made with a serious jump in the air that seem to look easy to him.

Nakada seem like he was literally floating in the air with only himself in the ball, He was like a majestic eagle, soaring through the heavens, with only one purpose - to meet that ball with a strike that would leave everyone in awe, a strike that would be impossible for nearly anyone else that tried it.

As Nakada's body arched backward all his focus was on the ball in front of him, his legs swung with the grace of a seasoned acrobat.
His foot made contact with the ball, and time seemed to slow as the physics of the bicycle kick finally took over after what seemed like an eternity.

The ball rocketed off his foot, spinning with incredible force and precision.

For a moment, it felt like Nakada, and the ball were one, it felt like he and the ball had fused and become one being.

The bicycle kick was executed with such perfection that it left the viewers watching it breathless. Nakada had not just struck the ball; he had painted a masterpiece with it.

The ball surged forward with incredible force and anyone watching could see it, the ball seems like it was painting in the air and Nakada was the artist
The ball surged toward the goal, a blazing comet of soccer skills.

The goalkeeper, was frozen in awe, he could only watch as the ball sailed right past him and nestled itself into the back of the net.

As Nakada landed on the floor,his back faced away from his opponent he felt free, liberated maybe.