The Akira special!

Taking his time for the first time, the awfully quiet Akira took his first break since the beginning of the game. 

'Everything feels so much more peaceful now.'

His mind, once as turbulent as a tsunami, has finally come to a sudden halt. His relaxed face radiated his serenity. His previously erratic breaths have steadied, flowing in a measured rhythm.

He calmly waited for the opponent to close in on him, flashing a wild smile as he suddenly changed his pace. 

"This feels damn good, I'll crush you all!" 

His eyes gained back their usual light, this time shining even brighter than ever before as he effortlessly dribbled past Team W's left wing. 

After a few steps, he came to another sudden stop. His eyes fell on the two midfielder who appeared in front of him, both standing side to side ready to stop Akira as soon as he came a little too close to them. 

"Your run ends here you overly energetic bastard!"

They agreed that he was currently the second most dangerous player on the field and decided to double-team him. They believed that the remaining defenders would be able to take care of Jude by themselves. 

"I don't think so."

His smile grew wider as he launched himself at the two midfielders standing in his way. 

His shiny eyes locked past the two midfielders, confusing them and unconsciously making them take a step back in the process. 

"Damnit!" One of the midfielders folded under the pressure and rushed to stop the incoming walking disaster, also known as Akira. 

With a calm and calculated move, Akira pushed the ball to the right before sprinting forward. He used his shoulder to block the opponent and keep the ball in his possession. Team W's midfielder relentlessly chased Akira, giving him a few light pushes in order to make him lose his balance, and in turn pushing him into making a mistake. 

No matter how much he tried, Akira was left unfazed.

He kept on running, unbothered by the pressure being pushed onto him by the opponents — he pushed forward until he was faced with the second midfielder. 

With one midfielder pushing his shoulder and another blocking his path, they believed that Akira was finally cornered.

His only way out would be to escape from the right, and even that would be extremely difficult since the touchline was barely a few meters away from him. 

"You guys are nothing more than simple-minded idiots!"

With one last scoff, Akira picked up his pace once more. This seemingly thoughtless action took Team W's players by surprise.

If he kept stubbornly running in a straight line he was bound to collide with the midfielder guarding him and yet he still chose to speed up instead of slowing down or completely stopping. 

As everyone on the pitch braced themselves for the impact, Akira surprised them once again by pulling off a last-minute roulette turn, allowing him to barely weave through the two midfielders. 

"Good job, Akira. You finally found your own weapon."

From the other side of the field, Miyata silently cheered with a proud smile on his face as he observed his friend's new playstyle.

Having spent most of his free time observing his own teammates, he knew better than everyone that Akira currently surpassed his past limits. 

"You might be better than average, but no matter how hard you try, you will always fail when faced with me." Hiiragi voiced out. His condescending eyes looked down on the smiling Akira. 

Although Akira was a very good player, he had one major flaw. A flaw Hiiragi noticed since his first time facing him. His reaction speed — that's the biggest weakness Akira possesses. 

Taking his time to think about his future actions before brainlessly dashing forward allowed him to lessen the number of unexpected factors, which in turn allowed him to escape from the curse known as instincts. 

His instincts are way too animalistic and simplistic, if cornered he'll always try to get rid of the ball, one way or another. 

Taking his time to think before acting allowed him to awaken, lessening the impact of his weakness while capitalizing on his strengths. 

Yet, against someone like Hiiragi, who knew his weakness and how to make use of it, he was bound to be cornered again — or so Hiiragi thought. 

"You dimwits never got the honor to get a taste of the Akira special, right?"

Akira's shining eyes resembled more and more actual stars as a cynical glitter was birthed from within them. He flashed a wide smile, as he slightly pushed the ball forward, allowing him to put all his strength in his leg before finally shooting it. 

"You can't possibly score it from he—" 

Hiiragi's words got cut short, noticing the extremely fast ball headed closer and closer to him, soon enough it covered his entire field of view as the ball crashed into his face. 

"That's a foul!" One of the defenders yelled out, indignation fuming out from him. 

"What foul? Stop acting like a spoiled princess, he was clearly just trying to shoot it, and Hiiragi valiantly blocked it with his face, saving you guys in the process."

Jude blatantly mocked him, a teasing smile etched on his face as he watched Hiiragi fall down, some blood could be seen coming out of his nose. 

"As Miyata said, the Akira special is my weapon, so I should use it as so." Akira smiled, controlling the ball that bounced off from Hiiragi's face before once again dashing forward. 

"That's not what I meant by that..." Miyata who heard his loud and proud voice from afar could only sigh in defeat as he searched for the best course of action to support Akira. 

Akira was now running on his own towards the goal. One of the defenders could be seen getting ready to block his path but that didn't stop him. 

"You're way too flashy in my opinion. That's going to give me a headache." 

A faint whisper echoed behind him, giving him chills he never thought he'd ever get to experience in a simple football match.