The professional debut (123)

Isagi couldn't believe his eyes. As Nakada executed that jaw-dropping bicycle kick, the world around Isagi seemed to fade into insignificance.

How was such a beautiful kick able to be created, to begin with?

How was he able to do this and what world was such a kick possible to begin with?

Isagi jaw hung open, his eyes widened in sheer disbelief of what he just witnessed.

The fans that were watching this were excited as this showcased to them that he was back, even if Barcha was to lose this match this goal would have segmented Nakada as the best player on the field.

This explosive growth that Nakada just showcased was just the tip of the iceberg something during this match would simulate him just enough so that he reaches new heights.

Isagi felt himself being frustrated at his inability to stop Nakada shot'goddam prodigy' He thought to himself.

No amount of meta vision could have predicted that shot it just came out of nowhere and it was something that Nakada usually doesn't, it wasn't something that he could have predicted.

Nakada had not just scored a goal; he had defied the laws of physics, and transcended the boundaries of what was considered possible.

He had essentially just become a god among men, a god of the field.

It was as though he had harnessed the very essence of soccer that he possess in his body before channeled it into that single, sublime moment.

Isagi found himself at a loss for words. He had seen countless matches, and studied the techniques of the greatest players, but this...this was on a different plane altogether.

He had watched Nakada play on so many occasions but this was just perfect, magical if you want to be extra.

No matter how he looked at it, this goal was truly magnificent he couldn't stop himself for feeling amazed by looking at it. (the glazing goes hard)

He had just witnessed Nakada's genius in its purest form, and it was a humbling experience.

He had been completely devoured and there was denying it.

In that moment, Isagi knew that he was completely outmatched in any one vs one scenario against Nakada. Nakada was not just somone that you could beat that easily; he was a force of nature, a phenomenon that demanded respect and inspired awe.

Something that couldn't be stopped.

"This was an exciting play Nakada, I originally didn't plan to come on but you got my blood pumping..i am excited"Lavinho said as he walk up the field changing into his uniform.

"Your immaturity hasn't changed a bit Lavi, if the balance of the field collapses what is there to teach anyway..Idiot..why do you have to be such a pain"

Noel Noah said getting out of his seat.

"Like there was balance, to begin with, I can't let Nakada have all the fun, "Lavinho said grinning.

"You are insufferable, "Noel Noah said in his usual monotone voice.

"Since the champion league final," Lavinho said proudly to which Noah replied..

"It was the semi final and I beat you, tampering with the failure is what small fry do Lavi"Noel Noah said bluntly.

As they were speaking a voice in the Microphone suddenly said"What an unexpected twist..Noel Noah and Lavinho are getting on the pitch, we a out to see the world beat go at it"

"Like you are one to speak your boring rational soccer make me want to sleep every time I see you cyborn…i truly feel sorry for the people under you"Lavinho said with a grin on his face.

"Your team is full of children with no actual adult supervision"Noel Noah said bluntly.

"Googo, Gaga, baby gonna killya"Lavinho screamed at Noel Noah's face.

The people on the bench realize that Noel Noah and Lavinho don't seem to like each other very well.

Noel Noah decided to sub in, and Reo had to go out of the field, he had his chance and he had messed it up now it was time he got some quality time where he belongs.

Warming up the benches. (.....)

The match was about to start soon, with the master on the field but something was clearly evident from the way Nakada look.

Barchira eyes look excited before they eventually landed on Nakada and the way Nakada look told him what he needed to know.

Nakada stood like a statue in the heart of the soccer battlefield. His breaths were steady, his eyes fixated on the ball currently between Kaiser and Noah, his mind was locked into the rhythm of the game.

He was in a state of extreme concentration, like a master sculptor ready to shape a block of marble into a work of art.

Endless possibility floaded his mind as he stood there.

Everything around him seemed to slow down as he sharpened his focus. He could hear the whispers of the wind, the distant chirping of birds, and the thumping of his own heart.

*Thump, Thump, Thump.

His heart seem to be beating faster and faster and his senses were sharpening.

His senses were intensified, and he could feel the pulse of the game, the ebb, and flow of energy, the movements of every player on the field. Every pass, every step, every heartbeat was synchronized with his own internal metronome.

He could feel them all of them even if everyone right now we're standing still.

Nakada was excited for the first game he will have against the world best to say he was an excited would be an understatement.

It was time for him to see where he currently stand in the world of football..