Bab 4: Selfish Justification
The upcoming days went by as Nagi trained by Tensa's instructions. Young Seishiro also started Karate classes.
Although sometimes he felt like giving up, he steeling his resolve to experience that happiness once more, he would do anything to score a goal, no matter how hard it gets.
If the consequence was the loss of his childhood, then so be it. Football, a term engraved into his mind, no one or anything could separate him from chasing his dream.
"The world's greatest striker"
It was the dream of every forward, though some are exceptions. He too was the same as the others, it was a title that fluttered his heart.
May it sound out of reach, may it sound naive, but for Nagi, it was a dream forged by his resolve.
Day and night he practiced, hoping to re-create that goal. Alas, it was easier said than done, he couldn't trap like that... until now.
Nagi was now 9 years old, he signed up for the U-10 Tournament in his neighborhood. His parents were nowhere, they had started traveling through the world pursued by their curiosity.
Tensa was also busy as he was now a Semi-pro footballer, age 20. Tensa was now in Australia for training, leaving all by himself.
"There is nothing more I can teach you"
The senior left with those words, the now Center Forward in his team. Seishiro gazed at the clouds, everyone was gone... He alone stood there, in the midst of the field.
The whistle blew, his heart skipped a beat. It was the first match in the tournament, his first actual match.
"Pass the ball Seishiro!"
Nagi was the captain of his team, the striker of his team. He passed the ball and blitzed past every other player in the opposition.
His teammates Tiki-Taka-ed, formed an opening for him. Nagi's eyes scanned his surroundings, one defender marking him, two others on each wing.
His teammate rushed toward the right corner of the penalty box, Seishiro's body moved, his foot ramming into the ground.
"Wha-!!"
His teammate had no time to react, he was already being pressured from behind, Nagi used that moment to take the ball.
Spinning around with the ball his right hell, he elastico-ed both of them, with a double nutmeg, he dribbled past the other two in front of him.
"Nagi! Whatcha think y'ar doin'!!"
He paid no mind to his teammate's howl, the coach's pupils shrunk. What was this kid thinking?! Stealing from his own teammate?!
Nagi and the goalkeeper, one on one. When Seishiro was in range of his reach, the goalie leaped forward to grab the ball.
Nagi pulled the ball and flicked it up using the same foot, spinning using his non-dominant leg, he hit the ball with all his might.
"!!"
The ball ruffled the goalie's hair, not able to comprehend what happened just now.
"Whoa!!!"
"Wohoo!!!"
"Let's go!!!"
The small crowd cheered witnessing the breathtaking goal, the gloved player though had his breath halted.
Looking into the striker's eyes that just scored the goal, he felt like he was being looked down on, he could see, feel, hear, and sense the pride in those grey eyes of Nagi.
For a moment there, even his teammate sweated. Who was this kid? Where did he come from?
They had no knowledge of him, this team was put up just before the day of the match by the coach, they only knew their names, nothing more.
His teammate snapped back to reality, he approached Nagi and hooked up his collar.
"The hell ya think ya'r doin' fucker! Stealing for ya'r own teammates!? This is football, not some practice match!"
Seishiro slapped his hand away with his wrist, their words meant like 'fork in tea' to him.
"Number 7, Nagi Seishiro! You are benched!"
'What!?'
He gazed at the coach who just announced his substitution. Walking toward him, his eyes locked into the fatty's.
"Why did you bench me? I scored a goal, didn't I!?"
It hurt his pride, to say the least. It was confusing for him, why was he benched when he scored a goal?
"You're out of the team"
Nagi's heart sank, why? Why was he out of the team!? Couldn't the coach see that he was the best in here!?
"You fucker"
As Nagi was about to beat the shit out of the old-timer, he was pulled back by someone. Looking back, he noticed that it was bulky-black man.
"Let me go! I'll kill this fatso!!"
Nagi struggled to break free, frankly, it was for naught. He was thrown away. Locking the gate, the guard walked back toward the coach.
Nagi watched as the opposite team won the match with a devastating score of 1-8. The enemies had their morale increase by 10 times when he was benched.
"Serves you right!! You are nothing without me!! You hear me, fatso!!"
The white-haired boy ran away with those words, if his skills weren't recognized by them, it was their loss.
The guard gazed at the boy who just sprinted away, he looked at the coach with curiosity.
"Coach, why did you kick him out of the team?"
The fat man pulled out a potato chip packet from his bag.
"I hate his playstyle. All for one, it was a term used by one of my old acquaintances. Football is not about just one person, it is one for all"
"B-"
"You are just a guard, you don't know anything about football, shut up and do your job"
The bulky man was puzzled. The coach removed him just because their perspective differed? What a stupid reason to kick away a great player just because of a selfish justification.
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