Hyoma Chigiri

A/N: I don't know why, but some of y'all really want more chapters, so I was like, why the hell not? So yeah, I guess I'm not dropping this.

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Standing up and placing my drawing pad down, I held out a hand to Chigiri, who took it graciously.

Sure, we were about to go on a 1v1 match, but that didn't mean that we couldn't act amicably to each other.

Separating before walking to opposite ends of the field, we both started warming up, whilst Bachira continued playing with the ball, dribbling it in whatever crazy ways he could think of.

And so, after we were finished warming up, Bachira had us meet in the middle before looking at the two of us inquisitively.

"Give Chigiri the ball." I said, not really worrying about the prospect of losing either way.

"B-bu...!" He tried to protest my decision, but my raised hand stopped him before he could go any further.

"Let's just start quickly."

And so, Bachira gave the ball to Chigiri, whilst I literally just started slow jogging backwards, giving Chigiri all the space he thought he needed.

"Come."

Beckoning to him, I watched as he took a breath before starting to dribble the ball towards my goal.

But then, without his eyes even being able to see me, I had already swiped the ball away him and had already traversed three quarters of the field, easily kicking it into his goal.

"Again." I said, breaking him out of the immense shock that he felt from having the ball stolen from right in between his legs.

Passing the ball perfectly towards him, I gestured for him to start advancing towards my goal again, all whilst I was still standing next to his goal.

And well, time after time, I would steal the ball and magically appear on the other side of the court, before scoring goal after goal, whilst Chigiri just stood there hopelessly, unable to move the ball forward by even a centimeter every single time.

And, at this point, anybody could see that he was frustrated beyond imaginations.

With the fact that he was breathing heavily, and how he seemed stuck in his thoughts of anger towards himself, I knew.

He would soon break the shackles that held his knee back.