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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.

ThePpp_Pppp · Anime & Comics
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The new gen eleven (238)

The clock became Manchine's worst enemy. Each tick resonated with the frustration growing on their faces. Despite their valiant efforts, the goal felt like a mirage shimmering in the distance. Their attacks, once fueled by a flicker of hope, sputtered and died against the resolute Barcha defense.

Nagi, a whirlwind transformed into a frustrated storm, weaved in and out of defenders, his usual calmness replaced by a desperate urgency. But Barcha's defense, orchestrated by Nakada's silent leadership, anticipated every move, forming an impenetrable wall around their goal. Chigiri, his initial burst of defiance fading, found himself constantly double-teamed, his lightning speed neutralized. Even Kunigami, the aerial threat, was met with a towering Barcha defender who seemed to anticipate his every jump.

Disappointment hung heavy in the air, a thick fog obscuring Manchine's initial zeal. The roar of the crowd, once a source of encouragement, now echoed with a tinge of pity. Manchine's play, once characterized by precision and calculated aggression, devolved into a frantic scramble, a desperate attempt to salvage a game that seemed destined to slip through their grasp.

Nakada, a predator toying with his prey, patrolled the midfield with a chilling calmness. His smile, once cruel, now held a hint of boredom. He wasn't interested in a fight anymore; he had already asserted his dominance, and Manchine's struggle merely reinforced it.

The final whistle blew, a mournful cry that echoed the despair in Manchine's hearts. The score, a stark 6-4 in Barcha's favor, hung heavy in the air, a testament to the gulf in skill and strategy between the two teams. The stadium lights dimmed, casting long shadows on the field, as Manchine players slumped to their knees, the weight of defeat a physical burden.

This wasn't just a loss; it was a harsh reminder of the work that lay ahead. They had tasted the bitter fruit of defeat, and now, they had a choice: succumb to despair or rise again, stronger and more determined than ever before. The journey to the top was a lonely climb, and this was just a stumble on the path.

Eleven figures, scattered across the globe, sat bathed in the flickering light of their television screens. Each, a solitary silhouette against the backdrop of their unique environment. A bustling Tokyo cafe, a dimly lit European library, a sun-drenched California beach – the locations diverse, but the focus singular. The image on the screen transfixed them all: Nakada, a blur of white and green, dominating the midfield.

A collective thought resonated through the minds of ten of these figures, a silent echo of recognition. Nakada, the prodigy, was back. They saw the predatory glint in his eyes, the effortless control with which he orchestrated the Barcha defense. This wasn't just a game; it was a declaration. Nakada was reclaiming his rightful place, his fingers reaching back for the crown of the New Gen Eleven.

There was, however, one outlier. One figure who didn't share the unanimous awe. In a spartan training room, bathed in the harsh glare of overhead lights, a young man watched with a different fire burning in his eyes.

A/N so currently I have finished making the other 11 New gen eleven players.

We have a player from the Netherland like Van Dyak instead of being a shifty and versatile defender Like Lorenzo he would have great power and probably will be good at header.

He would be a monster on the defenses of course and could score goal during a corner kick, the kind of defender you need to pay attention to.

Second we have Charle for France, so far his playstyle is not far off from Xavi so whatever I put for Chapi will probably be his stats.

Third, Itoshie Sae…do I need to say more.

Fourth.An Uruguayan defender…strong monster, quick and able to intercept passes.

Fifth, A midfielder inspired by Gavi or Pedri from spain….i mean he could be the guy that showed Sae that midfielder could also dominate the field it doesn't have to be that the prince of Spain broke Sae ego.

Six.. a midfielder from England, he could be the best player overall, considering he is from England probably be quick and work on his physique was thinking of doing something with De Brune and Jude Bellingham.

Seven.Kaiser….do I need to say more…i will say he is the weakest striker out of the following options.

Eight…The Brazilian prodigy that Prince was referring to could have a playstyle similar to Ronaldinho or Neymar, he could be shifty and quick.

Nine..A forward from Norway, let say because he had to compete against the top European team because he was from Norway he had to carry his team making him a formidable player.

10.Lorenzo….yall know his Shpiel already.

11.Lets go with an Lanky African build goalkeeper that would be the person that Gagamaru jas to compete with.

If you wondering where Nakada went and why he is not there, Nakada hadn't played any European football for at least a year a few month and I think the U-20 title last for the best player of that season and because Nakada didn't play at all that season then…