Blue lock: The God of the field

Bachira awakening (144)

Like a little demon with no master, Bachira danced around the field freely and spread his wing like a butterfly, letting his creativity wash over him.

As Bachira continued his mesmerizing dance on the field, his dribbling became a testament to his creative genius.

With every touch, he seemed to defy the laws of physics, manipulating the ball as if it were an extension of his own body.

The defenders' attempts to dispossess him were futile, as if they were trying to catch the wind.

**Bachira's Inner Monologue: **
*This is my freedom. This is the pure essence of the game that i have been looking for. At this moment, I'm no longuer bound by my limted vision... i am free..

I'm not following anyone's orders but my own. The ball is my brush, the field my canvas, and I'm the artist. and I will paint all over this field.*

*The feeling of the ball at my feet, the way it responds to my every thought and desire, it's intoxicating. I loved it. Each feint, each flick, it was as if his soul itself was playing the game, a declaration of my love for this beautiful game. *

Pov change

They say football is a team sport, but for Bachira at this moment it was only him and the ball,for him footbal was an individual sport where the one that shine the brightest get to have the most fun.

He would be experiencing what Shidou calls, his own explosion....

Defenders may try to stop him, but they can't shackle his spirit. He was free, and in this freedom, he find his truest self. This is the magic of football. This is why he played for.

As Bachira approached the shooting zone, his creativity reached his peak.

The ball seemed to obey his every whim, moving in ways that left the defenders confused and the crowd was left in awe.

With a swift step-over, he sent the ball spiraling around an opponent's outstretched leg, like a dancer twirling past his partner.

With a swift double tap of his foot, he made the ball spring to life, moving and dancing in a way that seemed almost orchestrated.

Each touch was like conducting a symphony.
He sidestepped a lunging defender with a feathery touch, leaving the opponent grasping at thin air. With the ball seemingly glued to his foot, he approached the edge of the penalty box.

He performed a stunning move that looked like a flamenco dancer's flourish.

The ball rolled smoothly up his shin, then over his knee and down the other shin, all in one fluid motion. It was a display of pure artistry, the kind that only a true master could imagine, let alone execute on the field.

As he entered the shooting area, he deftly shifted the ball from one foot to the other, leaving the defenders behind in his wake.
As he was about to shoot,Barou appeared infront of him saying "where do you think you going you little twerp"

"Just in time"Bachira said with a demonic smile on his face as the veins around his eyes seemed to multiply and the blood leaking out of his nose seem to have double.

His brain was being overloaded with information but he couldnt care less,he would beat him no matter what.

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Barou, with his towering presence and immense skill, was a force to be reckoned with. He knew Bachira's style well as it was basically a bootleg version of Nakada style.

He would crush it..
As Barou closed in, Bachira's mind raced. He could feel the weight of the moment, if he messed up this opportunity he may never get the chance to score again. But Bachira wasnt no bitch and with a smile on his face he welcomed the pressure.

This was his chance to show that he could stand among the best.

With a burst of agility, Bachira executed a series of rapid step-overs, the ball dancing at his feet like a marionette on strings. Barou lunged, attempting to anticipate Bachira's movements,However, Bachira was too quick for him to anticipate.

In a split-second decision, Bachira flicked the ball with the outside of his foot, sending it arcing over Barou's outstretched leg. He then accelerated, leaving Barou momentarily off balance.

For a moment, it seemed as if time had slowed down to witness a moment of exquisite individual brilliance.
But Bachira wasn't done. He had one final move up his sleeve. As he approached the goalkeeper, he performed a lightning-quick elastico, flicking the ball to the left before darting to the right. The goalkeeper, caught off guard by the sudden change in direction, dove in vain.

With an open goal before him, Bachira calmly slotted the ball into the net.

"Lets gooo"Bachira said with a shit eating grin in his face,this felt so goddam good...his own solo goal..this was why he started playing the game for..to score his own goal and not leech off others.