Blue lock: The God of the field

Locking in (138)

Nishioka stood over the ball, his mind a whirlwind of calculations.

He surveyed the field, watching the defenders shift and the goalkeeper positioning himself.
Every detail was etched into his brain as he searched for the perfect spot to send the ball.

As he prepared to take the corner kick, he couldn't help but question himself.
'Where should I place the ball? Which teammate is in the best position? Can I beat the goalkeeper's reach?'
But then, in the midst of this internal chaos, a peculiar sensation washed over him.

It was a moment of clarity, an inexplicable gut feeling that he couldn't ignore. It was as if the answer had been whispered directly into his mind.

'Trust it.'
Without a second thought, Nishioka decided to follow that inner voice.

He knew precisely where to direct the ball, as though some unseen force had guided his decision.

In that instant, his doubts vanished, and he focused solely on the execution. His foot met the ball with a perfect connection, and as it left his boot, he felt a surge of confidence.

The ball flew in the air and turn in the air gracefully before curving toward somewhere that seem empty,as the ball was a quarter of the way away from it,Nakada appeared out of nowhere trying to head the ball toward the goal.

Unfortunaly for him,Aryu was there and using his way longuer limbs,he headed the ball away,"This was so stylish"Aryu said seemgling stuck in his own world while Nakada just looked a bit more annoyed.

Barou and Lorenzo went back to their pass,effectively passing by every player that came their way quite easily for a matter of fact.

Barou did not try to beat Bachira in a one vs one..,he instead passed it to Lorenzo who passed it back to him.

"Why dont you want to duel king"Bachira said with a smiling to which Barou smile saying "Just in time"

Barou pupil seem to dilate to ridicilus lenght looking as if he was a cat or a lion of some sort.

Most of Barcha defense was in front of the goal and Barou used them to let out,a kick that was so feracious that it seemed like a Lion was roaring in the background as he kicked the ball.

Bachira tried to tackle the ball away,but as if the ball had a mind of his own,it crved away from Bachira outstretched foot before curving back toward the top corner of the goal.

The ball flew toward the top corner of the goal and with the keeper to occupy on trying to find where the ball was,he didnt notice that Barou had shot it.

The ball flew past the keeper and into the back of the net..

The whistle was heard as the score changed with Uber being one and Barcha being zero...
Barou stood there like a king with pupils dilated to the point that he looked like a predator.
His teammate jumped in his back.

"Serve me Uber," Barou said cockingly...

"That was so cool,i totally didnt expect that"Bachira said with a smile on his face.

"Alright let score."Nakada said smiling locked in...the only reason he didn't get there was because Lorenzo was in his fucking way...

This was starting to be annoying as hell.
"You seem excited, "Bachira said with a smile.

"Let crush them" Nakada said looking at Bachira to which Bachira smiled saying "With pleasure".

Both of them walked it to where kick off was going to happen with Bachira being excited and Nakada.....feeling...

The match roared to life with the referee's whistle, and it was Barchira who initiated the play. He deftly controlled the ball, sizing up his options as the opposing team pressed forward.
In the blink of an eye, he made a precise pass to Nakada, who was already in motion.

Nakada's feet were a blur as he sprinted down the field, dribbling past an oncoming defender with grace and precision.
With a quick glance, Nakada spotted Bachira, the person he was going to link up with. He released a pinpoint pass, delivering the ball right to Bachira's feet.

As Bachira received the ball, he instantly assessed the situation, scanning the field for opportunities.
Meanwhile, Nakada had a plan of his own. He knew that to outmaneuver Lorenzo the zombie. With a burst of speed, he slipped into Lorenzo's blind spot, hoping to catch him off guard.

As Bachira continued to advance with the ball, Nakada plotted his next move. He could feel the excitement coursing through his veins as he anticipated the perfect moment to make his move. This match was far from over, and Nakada was determined to leave his mark once again.

A/N I don't think I need to remind anyone that Lorenzo in this version is better than the original version due to him training a lot more.