Limits (185)

Mentally, Nakada engaged in a whirlwind of scenarios, meticulously considering every possible outcome of the match.

He factored in every detail he had observed and all the knowledge he possessed about his opponents.

No stone was left unturned; every aspect, from Loki's speed to Tokimitsu's seemingly endless stamina, Rin's relentless ego, and Shido's unpredictable moves, was carefully accounted for.

His mind raced, processing an array of potential scenarios, and as he delved deeper into the strategic intricacies, it seemed as if Nakada was pushing his cognitive limits.

He spared no effort in thinking through countermeasures for each possibility, his brain working at full speed.

What felt like an eternity to Nakada transpired in reality as only 10 seconds had passed when the whistle finally blew, signaling the continuation of the match.

As Nakada sprinted, diligently shadowing Pxg's offense and preventing them from advancing further, a small droplet of blood fell from his nose onto the grass beneath him.

Unbeknownst to him at first, his body was reaching its limits—physically and mentally.

Despite typically possessing the stamina to endure an entire game, the relentless assault by Pxg left him operating at maximum capacity and even pushing beyond.

There had been no respite; not a moment for Nakada to catch his breath.

His body was strained, muscles aching, and his mind fatigued from the constant demands of the match.

Pxg's unyielding assault ensured he hadn't received even a second of rest.

The relentless pace and pressure had taken a toll, evident in the tiny drop of blood marking his exertion.

The sustained activation of his meta vision throughout the match further drained him.

Nakada couldn't help but reflect that this match likely stood as the longest in the history of the Neo Egoist League, with no precedent coming close to its duration.

The physical and mental toll was a testament to the extraordinary effort required to navigate such a grueling contest.

As the match progressed, Nakada acknowledged that in a normal game, half-time would have come and gone, with the end of the match on the horizon.

His stamina, though generally robust, had been put to the test throughout the relentless match.

His body, tormented and fatigued, signaled the need for rest.

"Fuck that," Nakada muttered, refusing to heed his body's plea for a breather.

Instead, he accelerated even faster, pushing his physical state to the limit and beyond, seemingly ignoring the toll it was taking on him.

Observing Nakada's deteriorating condition, Chapi recognized that their strategy to gradually wear him down over an extended game had worked.

However, it was a double-edged sword, as many of their own players were also fatigued.

Fortunately, the Neo Egoist League's rule allowing endless substitutions meant that tired players could be swapped out.

As of now, most of Pxg's team members were still relatively fresh, some even brimming with energy, while Nakada was approaching his limits.

Rin's eyes transformed into an ominous, monster-like glare as he surged up the field with an unstoppable ferocity.

The air crackled with intensity as he harnessed a newfound, almost supernatural energy.

As he closed in on Pxg's Barcha player, he began to exploit their individual strengths in a ruthless display of dominance.

Barcha, known for its lack of defensive prowess, found themself utterly helpless as Rin dissected his strengths with surgical precision.

Rin tapped into Barcha's defensive instincts, baiting him into a false sense of security.

Seemingly vulnerable, Rin allowed the defender to approach him and get close to him, only to unleash a lightning-fast maneuver that dismantled their defense.

Rin's movements were fluid, each step calculated, as he skillfully turned the defender's strengths against them.

"Rin-kun on a killing spree," Nishioka commented, observing the relentless onslaught with a mix of awe and concern.

Nakada nodded in agreement, recognizing the formidable force Rin had become on the field.

Feeling the urgency to contain Rin's rampage, Nakada swiftly moved to position himself as Rin's guardian.

With an acute awareness that few in his team possessed the capability to handle Rin in a one-on-one scenario, Nakada assumed the responsibility of trying to curb Rin's unchecked dominance.

"You ain't getting past me," Nakada declared resolutely, planting himself firmly in Rin's path. Rin shot Nakada a look that seemed to harbor an intensity capable of devouring everything in its path.

"Get out of my way," Rin commanded, his tone demanding compliance.

However, Nakada stood his ground, refusing to yield.

The tension between them crackled in the air, each player emanating a formidable aura that hinted at the fierce battle of wills unfolding on the field.

Rin, fueled by an unyielding determination to prove himself, surged forward with intense speed, closing the distance between himself and Nakada.

Without hesitation, he launched into a one-on-one duel with Nakada, the clash of their skills and wills echoing across the field.

Their movements became a dance of agility and strength, each player vying for dominance. Rin's savage attacks and Nakada's expert defensive maneuvers created a spectacle that held the audience in rapt attention.

The air buzzed with the palpable energy of their confrontation, as Rin sought to break through Nakada's defense and Nakada stood resolute, determined not to let his guard falter.

A/N.....yes this why the other chapter felt tidius and repetitive...i wanted to depict how that would look like,i know Nakada a monster in football but my man didn't even get one break,not even one single break.