Blue lock: The God of the field

Mocking the king (150)

This was fun.
Nakada watched as the Uber rushed toward their defense using Snuffy and Lorenzo as there anchor.

Every time Lavinho and Snuffy would enter a clash, most of the time Snuffy would have won as he was the all-around better player.

Lavinho may have him beat in creativity and dribbling and that it,Snuffy was alot like Nakada,he wasnt a one trick pony. He trained in jujutsu making every part of his body pretty much usable, he had an unreal control over his body.

Along with Snuffy world world-class football IQ and strategy-making skills, he was a better player, Noel Noah may be the better striker but the better player overall would be Snuffy.

The same thing goes for Prince, Lavinho, or Loki, as it stands right now, Snuffy was the best player overall.
Nakada watched as Uber went into the offensive.
Snuffy was orchestrating a symphony on the football pitch, his tactical genius on full display.

Every move he made, every pass he chose, was like a stroke of a maestro's baton, guiding his team to a harmonious crescendo.

Snuffy wasnt an egoist meaning he was way more dangerous by a long shot.

He wouldnt selfishly dribble past a bunch of player just to score his own goal,that is so predictable....He would do something much worse than that, he would create opportunity for his team.

As Snuffy received the ball, he scanned the field with his keen eye.
He saw angles, spaces, and opportunities that most average players would overlook.

The way he had analyzed the defenders, their positions, and how they would react was almost supernatural.

It was as though he had a sixth sense for this beautiful game.
His passes were precision instruments, carving through the opposition's lines with surgical accuracy.

He threaded the ball through the tightest of spaces, exploiting even the smallest vulnerabilities in the defense.
It was a ballet of football, a dance of give-and-go that seemed effortless in his capable hands.

Snuffy's vision extended beyond the pitch, as well.
He saw the movements of his teammates, the openings they created, and their unspoken intentions.

He was the conductor of a symphony, directing his fellow players with simple nods, subtle gestures, and meaningful glances.

They moved in unison, understanding the unspoken language of the game. They had already praticed this before,this was a strategy he had came up with before hand.

His passes found the feet of his teammates with such regularity that it almost felt like telepathy.
Each delivery gave his team an edge, a step closer to the goal.
Snuffy wasn't just assisting; he was sculpting the match itself, shaping it into a masterpiece of teamwork and strategy.

Nakada watched the plays unfolding before his eyes every single detail was ingraved within his brain,he made sure to not forget it.

He would remember this no matter what, the more he watched the more he learned and the more data flowed into his brain.

All that info seem to enter his brain like a sponge that seemed to never be full, he was like a black hole as it seemed like he had no limits to the amount of info he could absorb.

With every piece of information he absorbed, Nakada felt like a puzzle was coming together. It was as if the final piece had finally clicked into place, revealing the full picture of Snuffy's style of play.

He had not only understood it; he had adapted to it in an astonishingly short span.

As the game continued, Nakada could read Snuffy's intentions like an open book. He anticipated the passes, predicted the runs, and identified the gaps in the defense that Snuffy aimed to exploit.

It was like he had downloaded Snuffy's playbook into his mind and was now executing it with precision.
He moved with calculated anticipation, intercepting Snuffy's passes before they could reach their intended targets. He positioned himself to close down the passing lanes that Snuffy favored. It was a tactical chess match, and Nakada had just learned Snuffy's opening moves.

Upon learning this info from watching Snuffy Nakada mentally predicted their play before his eyes landed on Barou.
His interception was executed with the precision of a surgeon. He had moved unnoticed, almost like a phantom in the chaos of the midfield. The nearby player, unknowingly, had become a human shield, masking Nakada's movements from Lorenzo and Snuffy.

As the pass from Lorenzo headed toward Barou, Nakada stepped in, swiping the ball from the air with a deft touch. It was a masterful play, perfectly timed to disrupt the Uber team's attack.

Now in control of the ball, Nakada's mind raced. He had absorbed Snuffy's insights into the Uber team's plays, and he knew exactly what to do next.

However, he couldn't stop himself from mocking the king.
His voice laced with disdain, he jeered at the once-mighty forward.

"Barou, you thought you were so special, didn't you? A king on the field. But now, you're nothing but a peasant," Nakada sneered. "I'll make sure your fall from grace is complete."
His words were sharp and aimed at undermining Barou's confidence, further fueling the growing rivalry between the two players.

Nakada was unrelenting, determined to seize victory and prove his superiority on the pitch.
"You are fucking pathetic," Nakada said bluntly.

Nakada didnt linguer on Barou for to long as the world-class player Snuffy was on the move, ready to take the ball away from him while he was distracted.