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As the referee's whistle pierced the air, signaling the restart of the match, a surge of energy coursed through the field. Bachira, in a decisive move, passed the ball to Nakada, who received it with what appeared to be unabashed excitement. Nakada's face, marked by a demonic intensity, showcased a wide, almost maniacal grin.

His eyes, fully darkened, and veins pulsating around them, gave Nakada an otherworldly aura. As he took a deep breath, it seemed as if he exhaled steam, adding a surreal quality to the moment. With an exhilarated rush, Nakada propelled himself forward, heading straight towards the Manchine team.

The wide grin on his face reflected the ecstasy he felt in that moment. It was as if Nakada had tapped into a divine energy, feeling so alive and invigorated that the very act of playing soccer transformed into a transcendental experience.

In that instance, on the soccer field, Nakada felt like a god, intoxicated by the thrill of the game and the pursuit of victory.

In a display of pure bliss, Nakada's movements on the field became a mesmerizing blur as he effortlessly tore through the Manchine defense. His agility and precision were so extraordinary that it seemed as if his every move was executed by a soccer deity.

The defenders, caught in Nakada's relentless onslaught, struggled to keep pace as he weaved through them with supernatural finesse.

Approaching Kunigami, who had earlier scored a crucial goal for Manchine, Nakada taunted, "Save the day, hero-san." The words were laced with a mixture of confidence and mockery.

Without waiting for Kunigami's response, Nakada continued his assault, displaying a level of skill and control that bordered on the surreal.

In a swift sequence of moves, Nakada danced around Kunigami, leaving him in a state of utter humiliation. The crowd, witnessing this masterclass in soccer artistry, erupted into a mix of gasps and applause. 

The pitch had become Nakada's canvas, and he painted a masterpiece with each calculated touch and evasive maneuver. The Manchine defense, left in his wake, struggled to come to terms with the sheer brilliance displayed by their opponent.

With a mischievous grin on his face, Nakada embarked on a personal mission to toy with the Manchine players, dribbling past each one of them with apparent ease. Rather than charging forward, Nakada's movements seemed almost playful, as if he were dancing on the field.

As defenders closed in, Nakada skillfully maneuvered around them, teasing and taunting with his ball control. When surrounded, he effortlessly broke free, leaving the opposition in disarray. His objective became clear:

dribble past every player at least once, making the experience as humiliating as possible.

The crowd watched in amazement as Nakada showcased not only his technical prowess but also a flair for showmanship. His dribbling display was a spectacle, leaving defenders grasping at air and the audience in awe of the masterful performance unfolding on the field.

For Nakada, the fun lay not just in winning but in the artistry of the game, in the thrill of humiliating opponents with skillful play.

Nakada's journey through the Manchine defense culminated in a one-on-one showdown with the goalkeeper. The stadium held its breath as Nakada, with a sly grin, executed a nutmeg on the keeper, sliding the ball through his legs effortlessly.

The Manchine goal seemed defenseless as Nakada slowly rolled the ball towards the goal line.

As the ball trickled over the line, Nakada turned to face the Manchine team with a triumphant smile. The sight triggered flashbacks for Kunigami, Bachira, and Chigiri, who vividly recalled Nakada's audacious move during the first selection.

Surely, Nakada wouldn't replicate that boldness in this crucial match— or so they hoped.

However, as Nakada looked at them with excitement, he declared, "Let's do that again." Anticipation filled the air, but instead of netting another goal, Nakada surprised everyone.

With the ball at his feet, he sprinted back up the field, returning all the way to the midfield.

"Aight, get ready. Here I come," Nakada announced with a playful challenge in his voice. The Manchine team, still processing the unexpected turn of events, braced themselves for the renewed offensive.

With a renewed burst of energy, Nakada embarked on another dazzling display of dribbling artistry. The Manchine players found themselves once again at the mercy of his skillful maneuvers. Nakada danced past them, leaving defenders futilely attempting to intercept his path.

The crowd watched in awe as Nakada weaved through the opposition with a blend of speed, precision, and flair. His every touch seemed calculated, every change of direction deliberate. It was a masterclass in ball control, a symphony of footwork that left spectators spellbound.

This time, however, Nakada had a different ending in mind. As he approached the goal, he unleashed a powerful strike, sending the ball into the back of the net. The stadium erupted into cheers as Nakada celebrated the goal, showcasing a blend of finesse and ruthlessness that defined his style.

After securing the goal, Nakada turned his attention to Chris Prince, the world number 2 player. Walking confidently towards him, Nakada issued a challenge, "Yow, get on and come and get what your team's getting, world number 3." The arrogance in Nakada's voice was palpable, a clear declaration of his confidence and a direct challenge to one of the best players in the world.

A/N so hum until Nagi evolve further which will take about a chapter ot two give or take,this is finna be a blood bath