Blue lock: The God of the field

A young Japanese player by the name of Nakada Shou is born with incredibly talent for football. He was born with the incredible gift of being ambidextrous along with the amazing ability of spacial awareness where he could feel his surrounding better than anyone. With his father blood pumping through his vein and his drive to become the best in the world, what can stop him. He is the god of the field once the ball touch his feet, What can happen when somebody with so much raw talent that may rival nagi has the Drive to actually train and get better on his soccer skill. What happen when that person get thrown into blue lock, will they thrive or will they perish and be one of those forgotten character in the background? Slight romance. Let's find out in this story. A/N I do not own any of the characters except my own. This is my third try at writing a story and as I think I have a pretty decent record of finishing my stories, I plan on doing the same with this on. If you have any criticism I am open to it and I will gladly accept it.

Ppp_Pppp · Anime & Comics
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Kira's face contorted with a mix of disbelief and despair as he witnessed the ball veer off course, failing to find the back of the net. His shoulders slumped, and he let out a frustrated exhale, the weight of the missed opportunity evident in his expression.

How was he messing up so badly so often, he felt like he lacked something in order to be the best he just didn't know what yet.

Kira was gasping a bit out of air, he looked frustrated that his shot didn't went in, would it have been better if he had passed it to Rin or Shido?

Was he supposed to actually pass the ball instead of shooting it with no hesitation…. He should have known that this ego is T crap wouldn't have gotten him.

"Blue Lock," he mused, his thoughts swirling as he reconsidered the intense focus on individual ego and supremacy. The realization of the missed opportunity began to sow seeds of doubt.

"Is this singular pursuit of personal excellence really the only path to success?"

As he retraced the events on the field, Kira couldn't escape the notion that perhaps there was more to the game than individual brilliance.

"Teamwork," he pondered, the word echoing in his mind.

The idea of synchronized effort, of collective strength, started to emerge as an alternative approach.[dam this finna bite you in the ass]

The images of the ball striking the bin played on a loop in his mind, each replay pushing him further toward a critical reevaluation of his beliefs. "Maybe," he thought, "there's a middle ground, a way to blend the strengths of individual players into a seamless, formidable force."

Maybe his original ideology was the right one after all.

While the soon to be ex soccer player was pondering on his though the match seemed to have regained its tempo.

With the ball loose and in play, it found its way to Loki's feet. The skilled player swiftly trapped the ball with finesse, showcasing a level of ball control that drew the attention of both teammates and opponents. In an instant, Loki's eyes lit up with determination.

With the ball under his command, Loki shifted into high gear, zooming across the field with an explosive burst of speed. His movements were a blend of agility and calculated precision as he navigated through the opposing players who attempted to impede his progress.

The field became Loki's playground as he surged toward the Barcha goal, the ball seemingly an extension of his will.

As Loki reached the edge of the box, the anticipation in the stadium reached a fever pitch. The spectators, on the edge of their seats, held their breath as Loki poised himself to take the crucial shot.

For some reason they felt as if they were in the stadium watching this go down, this match was over but it would be remember as the best match that they have seen so far.

The field became a stage for this pivotal moment, with all eyes fixed on Loki and the ball at his feet.

Time seemed to slow as Loki, in a moment of focused concentration, readied himself for the shot.

The opposing goalkeeper braced for impact, and the defenders formed a human wall in an attempt to thwart Loki's efforts. The atmosphere was charged with suspense, the outcome of the match hanging on the trajectory of the ball as Loki prepared to unleash his powerful strike toward the Barcha goal.

In the split second before Loki launched the decisive shot, a cascade of thoughts flooded his mind. The ball nestled at his feet, the goal within reach, and the weight of the match hung in the balance.

His mental monologue played out in the midst of the charged atmosphere:

"Finally its about time I end this match….it was fun battling Nakada while its lasted, fighting for dominance on the field but now he would win and set the score straight, I will be the winner"

Loki eyes seem to glow and darken a bit as in his mind this game was as good as done,Nakada was basically out for the count and the Barcha defence was in shamble so with a very focused look in his face.

Loki decided to unleash a power kick toward the top left corner of the goal and as the ball left his feet,Someone feet appeared in the way as Nishioka was seen tackling the ball away.

Loki looked a bit stunned upon noticing him which was to be expected as with Nakada on the field everyone attention was on him and they sometime seemed to forget that he also had Meta vision.

People seem to forget that he could also read the field and he had read Loki shot pattern before Loki could even shoot the ball.

"You"Loki said upon realizing who blocked the ball,it was the same kid that dribble past Adam Blake.

As the ball flew away from Barcha goal once again it landed infront of Kira who once again had the chance to shoot the ball but in the corner of his eyes,he noticed that Rin was free.

'One for all and all for one' Kira thought to himself before with newfound resolve as he rushed forward into the field.

He rushed towards the goal before at the last second,he passed the ball toward Rin.

"Thank you for the assist,dumb ass"A voice said as the pass he was going to give to Rin was stolen by someone wearing the number 10.

"Let make the best of the last 30 seconds of this game"Nakada said with a grin on his face,Loki only had 30 seconds left so that was the time that Nakada gave himself to score.

As those words left his mouth,Nakada forcefully push his body into the flow along with his meta vision,he didnt care about the blood that was falling down his nose as he ran up the field.