This is annoying (172)

As the match wore on and the relentless attacks from Pxg persisted, Nakada's frustration became palpable.

Each save, while a testament to his exceptional defending skills, added to the mounting pressure and wear on his nerves. The repeated onslaught from Pxg tested the limits of Nakada's patience and endurance.

How bad could his team defense truly be at this point?

The creases on Nakada's forehead deepened with every close call, every shot he had to fend off, and every moment he found himself at the forefront of Barcha's defense. 

Despite his remarkable saves, Nakada couldn't shake the growing frustration. The desire to contribute on the offensive end clashed with the reality of the relentless defensive responsibilities thrust upon him.

The comments from the live chat, suggesting he should be the goalkeeper, added an additional layer of irony to the situation.

Nakada's eyes, normally sharp and focused, now reflected a mix of determination and exasperation.

The weight of the team's reliance on him, coupled with the relentless pace of the match, pushed Nakada to the brink.

This was fucking frustrating.... he hated it.

Nakada's frustration reached a boiling point. Each save, while a testament to his prowess, felt like a reminder of the unyielding expectations placed upon his shoulders.

He hated the feeling of being solely responsible for keeping the opposing team at bay. The desire to contribute to the attack clashed with the reality of the defensive fortress he was forced to maintain.

In the midst of the chaos, Nakada's mind echoed with the cheers from the live chat, the banter about him becoming the goalkeeper. It was as if the entire stadium, the viewers, and even fate itself were conspiring to amplify his frustration.

The competitive fire within Nakada burned hotter, but the circumstances threatened to consume him.

He hated the constant pressure, the feeling of being the last line of defense. The field, once a playground for his creativity, had transformed into a battleground where he was shackled by the team's reliance on his goalkeeping brilliance.

As the match raged on, Nakada's internal turmoil mirrored the intensity of the game itself. 

In a surprising twist, Nakada, after making yet another crucial save, decided to deviate from his usual routine. Instead of executing a conventional clearance, he chose to take matters into his own hands—literally.

"Fine..i will fucking do it myself"He said with what seemed to be an angry expression on his face.

With the ball securely at his feet, Nakada embarked on an audacious run up the field, leaving the Pxg attackers and the crowd in stunned disbelief.

The stadium buzzed with anticipation and curiosity. Nakada, who was at this point just the guardian of the goal, was now venturing into uncharted territory.

The ball seemed like an extension of his skillful feet as he navigated through the perplexed Pxg players who were caught off guard by this unexpected turn of events.

As Nakada surged up the field with the ball at his feet, his movements were a masterclass in creativity and finesse. Each touch seemed to be choreographed with an artist's precision, weaving a tapestry of skill and ingenuity.

The Pxg defenders, initially caught off guard, now scrambled to intercept Nakada's audacious run.

With a deft touch, Nakada danced around the first defender, leaving him rooted to the spot.

The ball seemed to stick to Nakada's feet like a magnet, responding to his every command. As the second defender lunged in, Nakada executed a quick feint, sending his opponent sliding past in desperation.

The live chat exploded with a flurry of emojis and comments, the audience enraptured by Nakada's unexpected display of offensive prowess.

The third defender approached cautiously, but Nakada, with a subtle shift of his body weight, sidestepped effortlessly, leaving the opponent grasping at thin air.

Nakada's dribbling style was a symphony of creativity, incorporating feints, stepovers, and sudden changes in direction.

The crowd, now on their feet, marveled at his ability to navigate through the Pxg defense with such grace and flair. Each movement seemed like a brushstroke on the canvas of the field, painting a portrait of a player who transcended the traditional boundaries of his position.

As Nakada continued his mesmerizing run, the Pxg defenders, despite their best efforts, found themselves unable to disrupt the flow of his dribble.

Nakada's dribbling display reached its zenith as he approached the trio of Karasu, Kira, and the formidable Tokimitsu and Zantetsu. Without uttering a word, he began a sequence of intricate moves, his feet orchestrating a silent symphony on the pitch.

As Nakada closed in, Karasu, known for his ability to read the field and the flow of the game , stepped forward to intercept. But Nakada, with a swift feint and a subtle shift of his body, left Karasu grasping at empty space. The ball seemed to glide effortlessly between his feet, evading Karasu's well-timed challenge.

Next in line was Kira, the midfield maestro. With a sudden burst of speed, Nakada zigzagged past Kira, leaving him bewildered by the sudden change in direction.

The Pxg supporters, who moments ago were rallying behind their team, now watched in stunned silence as Nakada dismantled the opposition with his skillful dribbling.

Approaching Tokimitsu and Zantetsu, Nakada's movements became even more mesmerizing. With a sequence of stepovers and a lightning-quick change of pace, he navigated through the duo's attempted tackles.

Tokimitsu's imposing physique and Zantetsu's acceleration seemed momentarily irrelevant in the face of Nakada's artistic evasion.

The live chat exploded with a mix of emojis and exclamations, capturing the collective awe of the viewers witnessing Nakada's silent masterpiece.

The Barcha supporters erupted in cheers, and even some Pxg fans couldn't help but acknowledge the brilliance on display.

By the time the trio realized what had transpired, Nakada was already several yards ahead, the ball still under his spell.

His silent dribble had not only left the Pxg defense in disarray but had also etched a moment of magic into the memory of everyone present. Nakada, with a glance over his shoulder, continued his run, leaving behind a trail of astonished opponents and an electrified stadium.

But dam did he feel as if that took a lot out of him,he was numb....he felt frustrated to no need as even with his astounding play what was the point of doing them if he didn't score they were just petty tricks.

A/N I wanted to some fan interaction because why not