Blue lock: The God of the field

Passing (178)

"You didn't think I was alone, did you?" Nakada teased with a cunning smile. With a swift and calculated move, he passed the ball to the left, where the unguarded Bachira awaited.

A glint of anticipation sparkled in Bachira's eyes as he skillfully trapped the ball, his focus unwavering.

"Now, it's time to create my masterpiece," Bachira declared with a confident smile, the ball at his feet becoming a canvas for his next artistic football endeavor.

The sudden shift in momentum caught Chapi and Loki off guard, leaving an opening for Bachira to weave his own brand of magic on the field.

Rin materialized seemingly out of thin air, attempting to snatch the ball away from Bachira. However, Bachira's response was not one of panic but rather a confident smile.

"Perfect," Bachira uttered with a calm demeanor, his expression unwavering. As veins traced patterns around his eyes, a subtle intensity radiated from him. It was clear that Bachira relished the challenge presented by Rin.

His smile hinted at a desire to engage in a footballing dance, to test his skills against Rin's formidable defense and discover if he could gracefully maneuver past one of the most challenging opponents on the field.

Bachira, ball at his feet and determination in his eyes, initiated a series of deft moves, attempting to weave past Rin's imposing presence. However, Rin, resembling an immovable wall, anticipated each twist and turn with remarkable defensive prowess.

With every elegant step, Bachira sought openings, testing Rin's resilience. Yet, Rin's positioning and awareness denied him any leeway. The dance between them unfolded, a battle of skill and strategy, as Bachira tried to unlock the secrets of Rin's unyielding defense.

As the struggle between Bachira and Rin continued, Rin, never one to miss an opportunity to provoke, began taunting Bachira with a sly grin.

"Is this the best you've got?" Rin mocked, his words cutting through the intensity of the match. "You're nothing more than a weaker, insignificant Nakada wannabe. Can't even get past a simple defense."

"I am not Nakada, nor do I think I am him. He's quite literally at the top of the food chain," Bachira retorted with a confident smile on his face.

The stadium, momentarily hushed by Rin's taunts, now buzzed with anticipation as Bachira asserted his individuality and determination. "However, I won't lose to you so easily, Rin," he declared, his words echoing with a resilient spirit.

Bachira, with the ball gracefully gliding at his feet, embarked on a dazzling display of dribbling, pushing his abilities to their very limits. Each step, each feint, and every subtle touch were executed with precision, showcasing the full extent of his skill.

Despite the intricate maneuvers, Rin shadowed him relentlessly, an ever-present force at Bachira's heels.
No matter how much Bachira pushed himself, Rin's defensive prowess remained a formidable obstacle.

Feeling the pressure of Rin's overpowering strength, Bachira, in a spontaneous move, transitioned seamlessly into freestyle dribbling. The atmosphere shifted as Bachira incorporated flair and unpredictability into his movements, attempting to break free from Rin's relentless pursuit.

"You're too weak," Rin taunted, his words cutting through the air as he finally managed to overpower Bachira and cleanly steal the ball away from him.

Twists, turns, and intricate tricks became Bachira's weapons, each movement a calculated attempt to outwit his opponent.
As Rin prepared to surge forward with the ball at his feet, Nakada, like a swift gust of wind, swooped in and cleanly stole the ball from his grasp.

The sudden interception left Rin momentarily stunned, and Nakada, with a satisfied grin, uttered, "Good boy."
Rin's frustration simmered beneath the surface, evident in the tight clenching of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes.

Being treated like that, having the ball effortlessly swiped from his possession, struck a nerve.
He was fucking pissed, being treated like that by another player was so infuriating...

Nakada and Loki continued their relentless clash across the field, a spectacle that held the entire stadium in rapt attention. Nakada, with an almost supernatural control over the ball, danced around Loki's attempts to steal it, showcasing a level of skill that seemed to defy the laws of football physics.

The pitch became the canvas for their intricate battle, each step and feint a stroke in the masterpiece of their confrontation. Nakada's movements were fluid, his connection with the ball seamless, as he dictated the pace of their engagement.

Loki, known for his speed and agility, found himself challenged in ways he hadn't anticipated.
It was more than a mere football match; it was a clash between two titans, each a league in their own right.

The crowd marveled at the display of skill, witnessing a showdown that transcended the boundaries of ordinary play. Nakada and Loki, locked in this extraordinary duel, became the focal point of the entire stadium.

A/N.....I was right, Barcha will lose every single match in the Blue Lock manga, last I checked Rin and Shido were bending them over and ending them and I have a sneaking suspicion that Manchine will beat them too.