Blue lock: The God of the field

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Lorenzo and Barou managed to get past most of Barcha's defense with a lot of difficulty, the main threat however wasn't the fact that Barcha's defense was so good that they couldn't get past them.

No..it was because of the looming threat that was Nakada, this fucker was watching over all their move and being the biggest pain in the ass possible.

However, soon enough Barou gained his chance he had a golden opportunity, a clear shot at the goal, and the weight of his team's expectations on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, poised to unleash a powerful strike. But just as he released the shot, Nakada, with lightning-quick reflexes, dove in front of the ball.

The impact resonated throughout the stadium, a collision of power and determination. Nakada's outstretched leg blocked the shot, altering its trajectory. The ball ricocheted off Nakada's leg, sending it spiraling away from the goal.

Barcha's defense was saved by the indomitable Nakada.
Barou, on the other hand, could only watch in disbelief as his goal-scoring opportunity vanished into thin air, he was stunned but more than that, he was incredibly pissed.

Nakada's voice dripped with sarcasm as he started to mock Barou. "It's almost like you need a manual on how to shoot, Barou. You're supposed to hit the goal, not the stands. Maybe you should spend more time practicing instead of strutting around like you're the king of the field." His words cut through the air like a knife, adding salt to the wound of Barou's missed shot.

Barou's temper flared at Nakada's taunts. "You talk a big game, Nakada. Let's see you do better," he snapped back, his frustration evident in his voice.

Nakada chuckled, his tone dripping with mockery. "Sure thing, King. Just watch closely and maybe you'll pick up a thing or two," he retorted, his confidence unwavering.

"Maybe you will learn how worthless you truly are, fucking fraudulent king, "Nakada said coldly.
Barou's anger had ignited like a blazing fire, and he couldn't bear Nakada's taunts any longer.

He lunged forward, attempting to grab Nakada's collar in a fit of rage.
"Try it king, I dare you, or do you want me to do what I did to you last time," Nakada said coldly.

Nakada's cold and emotionless eyes fixed upon Barou, His intense gaze freezing the king in his tracks.

In that moment, Barou felt as though he were a sinner caught in the unrelenting gaze of divine judgment. Nakada's icy composure held a power that seemed to strip away all of Barou's bravado, reducing him to a mere mortal in the presence of an unforgiving deity.

Aiku came in to stop them from arguimg any further but Nakada had no intention to continue this to begin with,he wasted enough of his breath on this fallen king.

Ego watching this through the screen was smiling like a demon as if he was the devil himself seeing his plan coming to fruition.
Nakada was growing just as he expected, a bit more and he would be the perfect striker that he wished to create.

All that he was missing was a bit more ego and a bigger drive to score a goal, as long as Nakada has that he would undoubtedly be the best striker to ever graze the surface of the sport.

No..not just the best striker but the best player to ever play the game...

Next to Ego,Anrie stood watching over the game,if she were to put this game in one word,it would be just a slaughter fest.
She watched as Nakada constantly rebuilt himself over and over again in order to win,going from just dribbling to dribbling and pasisng,off the ball movement,near godlike vision and ability to manipulate the field as if it was his hands.

Anrie was dressed in a simple yet stylish ensemble. She wore a loose-fitting, navy blue sweater that covered her arms down to her wrists, paired with slim-fitting, dark gray pants that went all the way down to her ankles.

Her choice of clothing was always practical, and her outfit showcased no skin, in line with her modest and professional demeanor.

A pair of comfortable sneakers adorned her feet, ensuring she could move around easily. Her neck-length brown hair was neatly pulled back, and she held onto a tablet, her fingers moving deftly across the screen as she reviewed data and made notes.

The tablet in Anrie's hands displayed a wealth of information. It showcased every player's stats and rankings for the upcoming games and the current one.

Each player's key attributes, strengths, and weaknesses were neatly organized, allowing for a comprehensive analysis of their potential performance.

Her job was to see how far each player had improved and it impressed her that even though the teenage boy only played two matches, he still managed to keep a rating of 9.5 in both matches as if that was his average.

As Anrie was checking the data and scrolling through everything letting her mind wander a bit as she spent a bit too much time looking at the holographic Nakada.

Her thought process became a bit more like her usual self and not her professional self, a big change was being made in the game.

The masters were coming on.

A/N Chapter 143 has been rewriten,it should be better now