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❝𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲.❞

𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐁 𝐁𝐘 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋! "what do you think, natsuki-san!?" the sportscaster, with his exaggerated energy to make the commentary more interesting. it strains makoto's ears. "hes not captain of the known for its defense and quick-counters, the 'diamond generation', for nothing!!! its giving me goosebumps!"

natsuki-san gave his input, while aiku is practically living for the praise, fixing the captain armband on his arm. "isagi." makoto walks towards isagi, his hands in his pockets. "his play just now.. that's a defense that took into account the source of the pass, and the positioning of every player." makoto gave him a hint.

he knows exactly the play, as isagi smiles nervously, resting his hand behind his neck. "yeah, thats exactly what i was thinking, hirawa." 

"tell me , isagi. what's your thoughts? lets connect." 

makoto's aura flared of egoism , hes the card that will allow a clearing, a path to a goal.

"..right, he was taking everything in an instant. he ran without heistation towards where he could do the most damage. that's the only way he could've cleared it." isagi explained his thought process, putting his fist over his mouth, narrowing his eyes.. finding the correct words to say.

"the 'reflex' that i want to use in order to score goals.. i can only assume that this guy can use that in defense!" coming to conclusions, theres still some more points to connect, makoto will help him correct his thought process. "his eyes have high spatial awareness. isagi, nothing would be possible unless it was for his physicality, that body that allows for powerful dashing and jumping."

"hirawa, i've done my research with game recordings, but actually playing against them is a completely different story.. compared to the defenders ive faced so far, this kind of defense is on a whole other level!" isagi looks back aiku, and makoto calmly looks at his direction. the defender. "correct. that is what makes up oliver aiku."

"..isagi, the true threat is itoshi sae. keeping him in your peripheral is probably the best thing yet to do. thats what im doing, because the moment he gets the ball.. hes probably digested every single information about everyone." makoto advises isagi, hes still worried.. but he thinks that aiku is a threat only when it comes to scoring a goal.

"here comes the throw-in!" aiku's voice can be heard in the distance, however.. the forward prodigy only focuses on isagi. "unless we can crush aiku, we wont be able to win this match!" isagi makes his final word, as makoto now starts glare, sensing isagi's uneasiness. "are you stressing, isagi?" "huh—? no, no im not!"

"then ill pair up with you, alright?" mako basically announces to isagi, as isagi widened his eyes a little. "..i thought you were pairing up only with rin?" "i am, but ill also pair up with you. you have potential, ill make you stand out along with rin with my passes." isagi cant help but feel grateful, nodding with a smile on his face.

so much for a being who says slurs online like theres no tomorrow, right—?

as restart begins, chigiri throws overhead toward isagi, makoto following him. he wont let isagi and rin out of his sight.. 'but breaking directly through the center will be difficult. no matter how much i trade passes with rin and makoto, aslong as aiku's watching, we wont be able to get past easily..!'  isagi turns his gaze quickly over to otoya,

  'blue lock's second offensive option.. break through their right side, otoya!'  isagi passed the ball over to otoya, whos running extremely fast, ready to recieve the ball. "sup, it's stealth time." recieving and controlling the ball, he got stopped by japan u-20 jersey #5, darai miroku.. a side-back.

"something smells." otoya casually threw out there, while the side-back responded with "your moves do not escape me." "..." otoya is feinting, keeping the ball within his grasp "the fuck are you supposed to be? some tatted up buddha?"

makoto stares at him, slightly confused. following up from the other side. 'wait, no.. thats probably racist or something, what the fuck is otoya saying—!?'   "the field has its 'yin' and 'yang'. the front and back." otoya tries to dribble past him, but hes stopped again. "and the shadows who work covertly in the back, seeking that single deadly shot."

'..hes keeping up with my off-the-ball movements!?'  darai shot him a glance, only. "what a pity, ninja. you and i are of the same ilk." using the same techniques, they use the same tactics. repeating the phrase 'it smells.' a few times..

finding himself in an issue, otoya cant get past at all, that 'tatted up buddha' is anticipating all his movements, and stopping all opportunities from emerging.. "you're gonna have to up the ante on the stealth act, you lower class ninja." "fuck off."

with makoto behind him, he can only use this risky final chess piece. a back-heel pass. it either end up with makoto, which is the higher ends, instead of the opponent team.

...

ending up with makoto, he controls the ball. "good job, ninja." he calmly says, shocking the side back, as makoto quickly switches directions; using his flexible ankles. still keeping the ball in his grasp. makoto sent rin a long and high pass.. he saw a small glint of opportunity, because there wasnt any defender marking him at moment.

"..come on rin, you can see it aswell.. cant you?" makoto sighs, perking up when rin controlled the ball, isagi is busy trying to figure out the side back's technique, after he completely neutralized otoya's weapon.. 'i cant.. figure out his trick..?'

"isagi!! change up your train of thought!!" rin yelled at isagi, resulting in isagi immediately snapping to reality, and recieving the ball. "got it!!" 'thats not all i've got! next option, then!'   for the opposite side of the field, 'crush them 1-on-1 , yukimiya!'    "its finally my turn."

"cool glasses, bro." the other side back, that kind of looks like a child responds. neru teppei. having a civil ass conversation admist the battlefield. "thanks, short stuff." control the ball, he performed then a feint.. la boba— a feint using the sole of the foot.

"hm, this way?" he easily changed directions. catching the model's attention, 'he.. i thought id gotten past him,.. but hes keeping up..'  "you're even faster than you looked on the recordings, dude." ah.. hes a speed-type defender.

"this way, right? instead of your typical hulking carnivore." neru jokes, still on yukimiya's tail.. why are they having a calm conversation—? "im a herbivore who'll never lose in a contest of speed!"

 "quite feisty for a herbivore, arent you?" yukimiya grins.

"..expected.. even yukimiya, he cant get past that lightning fast full-back." makoto thought verbally, as neru kicked the ball from underneath yukimiya. "isagi, you really set yourself up when you first underestimated aiku, then the entire u-20 team." makoto sighs, telling isagi his exact thoughts. dashing to the side.

"shut it— LOOSE BALL!" isagi yelled out, bring attention to nagi and the ball. "got it.." 'its gonna be tough to get past them.. ill trap it and turn around, and then—'  nagi's train fo though got cut off, when something almost practically smashed into his back.

"OBSTRUCT!! ANNIHILATE!" nagi managed to get the ball, however something has probably attached itself onto his back, blocking him. it screamed those words. the u-20 team's center back, niou kazuma. "i wont give you even an ounce of leeway, you super trapper!"

he came up so quickly.. thats also some pressure hes exerting , hes got helluva core. nagi cant turn to the goal with that.. thing. blocking his directions , he cant build a proper play. 'hes pressing nagi in a way that closes off his options after trapping..! hes got some real skill!'   

"..a power-type defender, huh?" makoto notes, "call me 'dober-man'!!!" niou screamed, as nagi sighs annoyed. "what are you, a guard dog?"

 "sure am, and here comes my owner—" nagi got suddenly tackled, with aiku swiping over his leg, stealing the ball. 

"good boy, niou." aiku gave niou a side glance, with nagi being extremely surprised. amazing.. one perfect defense after another, before stealing the ball and taking it into possession. 'so, this is the u-20 japan team's iron wall quartet.' 

"bulls eye!" 

"nice, aiku."

 "hell yeah!!" 

opponent players continue praising and approving , "you've stopped moving, 'blue lock'!" aiku calls out, before shooting the ball all the way over to..

itoshi sae.

it was the first time makoto actually almost lost his shit. "here we go, boy genius. time to show your stuff." even though sae has a blank expression, rin and makoto have a widened eyes expression. "shit— no!" makoto almost panicked. sae's cold eyes glance in makoto's direction.

his eyes have a glint of satisfactory, seeing his reaction, but also of arrogance, smugness.. and other emotions only makoto can detect.

using his first name, and speaking up with a cold and blunt tone of voice, yet  he found undertones of sarcasm within.

❝𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐨, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥?❞

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