Suddenly the screen that he was watching the video on updated and it seemed like, Uber had played a match and he could now see the information of their match.
A small smile crept on his lips as he clicked the button to watch it.
Nakada sat in the viewing room, His eyes fixed on the large screen that displayed the match between Uber and PXG.
It was a clash of two distinct football philosophies - a team that prioritized defense against a team known for its relentless attack,to him this would be incredibly fun to watch.
As he observed Uber's defense, Nakada couldn't help but analyze their organized approach.
Their backline moved like a well-oiled machine, shifting and closing down spaces with precision, it looked like they were one singular organism.
The defenders seemed to anticipate PXG's every move, intercepting passes, and making crucial tackles at the right moments as if they were prepared for their attacks.
Nakada's mind was already working, He was already making strategies to break down such a solid defense.
He relished the challenge and gained excitement from the idea of finding ways to counter their perfectly set plans.
On the other side, PXG's attack was a sight to behold.
They played with an intensity and flair that caught him off guard for a bit as that not what he uses to see from them.
Their attackers moved swiftly and with purpose, making intricate runs and showcasing their individual skills instead of their skills as a group.
Nakada however seems to already be thinking about how he could exploit potential weaknesses in their attacking formation to gain an advantage.
It was a clash of opposites - the impenetrable wall of Uber's defense against the relentless and creative attacks of PXG.
Nakada knew that both side had their strong point, but his excitement stemmed from the prospect of outsmarting and outplaying them on the field.
As Nakada continued to watch the match, his initial excitement gradually gave way to disappointment and a touch of disgust.
His attention shifted from the whole game and the plays being made to a single player, Barou-Shoue...the so-called king of the field
Barou, The guy with the biggest ego that he had met on this planet was reduced to that, sure the goal of a striker is to score a goal but to become....that.
Barou had become a tap-in merchant, relying on the service of his teammates, particularly Lorenzo. Instead of showcasing his individual Skills and flair, Barou seemed content to score easy goals from close range.
This disappointed Nakada greatly.
He had expected more from Barou, given the king's past reputation and the talk about his ego.
There was a sense of letdown as if a once-mighty hero had fallen from grace. As if a king had fallen down to the level of a peasant.
Nakada couldn't help but feel that Barou's style had devolved into something less exciting, less inspiring, less egoistical, as if he was forcing it.
The disgust he felt while looking at Barou never truly died down, his golden eyes seemed to glow a dark color as he looked at Barou.
This truly was an ugly sight to behold.
Nakada's disappointment fueled him to never go down that rabbit hole, to never repress his true self anymore, to never repress his playstyle, and for him, eq to stick to his style.
He watched the match with renewed resolve, he was determined to crush the king the second they played again, and this time he wouldn't show any mercy.
Nakada's discerning eyes continued to scan the field, and they landed on two familiar figures - Rin and Shido.
Nakada stared at those two and wondered how Loki got them to work together, it was something that he truly wanted to know as he knew those two would rather die than play together.
However, as he observed the current match, he couldn't help but notice a change.
Those two fuckers were not working were not working together, matter of fact they seemed to be at each other throats constantly each one trying to devour the other.
They stole goals from each other and they even argued in the middle of the match, those two were like Oil and water.
It is basically a bad idea to keep both of them on the field at the same time to be fair. Those two hate each other guts and would try anything to outdo the other.
Loki probably have a system going on there to keep them in check but until it reveal he wont know it.
Nakada's sharp eyes continued to sweep across the field, and they eventually came to rest on Chapi, the midfielder who had played a huge role.
He was basically the one giving Rin and Shido scoring opportunities.
Chapi's distinctive appearance stood out on the pitch. His tall stature and dark complexion were complemented by his unique hairstyle - long, blonde dreads that added an element of flair to his presence. His big, expressive eyes and thick eyebrows seemed to give him an air of intensity.
Physically, Chapi appeared relatively lean, which hinted at his agility and speed, qualities often valued in midfielders.
A/n...considering the blue lock manga is not that far yet I will have to pull some stuff out of my ass. I will try to make it, make sense. hopefully.
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Blue lock: The God of the field
FanficA young Japanese player by the name of Nakada Shou is born with incredibly talent for football. He was born with the incredible gift of being ambidextrous along with the amazing ability of spacial awareness where he could feel his surrounding better...
