บท 203: Princess (203)
The match kicked off, and Manchine City immediately took possession of the ball. A meticulous passing display unfolded as they artfully maneuvered around the Barcha defense.
The ball seamlessly found its way to Chigiri, whose speed became the focal point of Manchine's early offensive strategy.
Chigiri wasted no time in exploiting his exceptional speed, streaking down the field as if there were no tomorrow.
Any defender brave enough to challenge him found themselves in a futile race, attempting to outpace Chigiri and win possession.
However, in this high-stakes sprint, Chigiri consistently emerged victorious, leaving a trail of defeated defenders in his wake.
The relentless pace set by Chigiri showcased his dynamic attacking prowess, forcing the Barcha defense to adapt quickly to the rapid movements and calculated runs of the Manchine City forward.
The early moments of the match were defined by the blur of Chigiri's speed, a strategic asset that put Barcha on the defensive and hinted at the challenges they would face throughout the game.
"Where do you think you're going, princess?" Bachira taunted, intercepting Chigiri's path with a sly grin. The audacious remark, delivered with a touch of humor, aimed to challenge Chigiri's sprinting prowess.
Chigiri, undeterred, responded with a confident grin of his own. This unexpected encounter seemed to amuse him, turning the situation into a test of skill and agility.
The air crackled with anticipation as Bachira and Chigiri stood face to face, the stage set for a microcosm of the larger battle between Barcha and Manchine City on the football field.
"Try and keep up with me, slowpoke," Chigiri taunted with a smirk, the words laced with confidence and a hint of playfulness. He surged forward, unleashing the full extent of his speed to maneuver past Bachira.
The agility in his movements was mesmerizing, as if he was dancing with the ball, leaving a trail of quick, calculated steps in his wake.
Bachira, not one to back down, anticipated Chigiri's every move. His eyes focused, tracking Chigiri's swift advances.
Acknowledging that he couldn't match Chigiri's speed in a direct sprint, Bachira relied on his cunning and agility.
As Chigiri surged ahead, weaving through the field with remarkable speed, Bachira anticipated his trajectory.
With a sudden change in direction, Bachira executed a quick feint, causing Chigiri to slightly alter his path.
In that split second, Bachira seized the opportunity, extending his leg with precision to execute a skillful slide tackle. The maneuver aimed not to harm but to disrupt Chigiri's flow, an attempt to halt the speedster's progress and regain control for Barcha.
With the ball now under his control, Bachira wasted no time in demonstrating his own skill. Moving forward with swift and calculated dribbles, he deftly navigated through the Manchine City midfielders, leaving them trailing in his wake.
However, just as it seemed Bachira had successfully maneuvered past the opposition, Nagi emerged with a sudden burst of speed and precision.
In a seamless motion, Nagi intercepted the ball with a well-timed tackle, swiftly relieving Bachira of possession. A confident smile played on Nagi's lips as he declared, "I am taking this from you."
"Dont lose the ball again, princess," Nagi quipped, a touch of mockery in his tone, as he swiftly passed the ball toward Chigiri. The remark lingered in the air, emphasizing the competitive banter between teammates turned rivals.
Chigiri, displaying a confident touch, deftly trapped the ball with precision. A self-assured smile played on his lips as he responded, "I was not planning to."
Chigiri, with the ball at his feet, exploded into a sprint toward the Barcha goal. His pace was electrifying, leaving defenders in his wake as he approached the corner kick line. As he reached the crucial position, he abruptly decelerated, showcasing his control over speed.
In a seamless motion, Chigiri unleashed a rapid pass toward the penalty area, the ball skimming across the turf with precision. "Here you go," he called out, the delivery a testament to both his speed and accuracy.
Nagi's trap unfolded like a masterclass in ball control, a display that bordered on the artistic. As the ball descended from Chigiri's lightning-fast pass, Nagi positioned himself with an almost balletic poise.
His eyes locked onto the approaching sphere, a glint of determination flickering within.
With impeccable timing, Nagi lifted one foot off the ground, his body gracefully tilting backward as he extended the other leg forward. In the blink of an eye, the ball made contact with the arch of Nagi's foot, creating a split-second fusion of precision and flair.
The impact wasn't met with resistance; instead, Nagi's foot seemed to caress the ball, guiding it along a predestined path. The ball adhered to the contours of Nagi's foot with a magnetic allure, as if it were an extension of his own being.
Nagi, having smoothly trapped the ball in his display of finesse, wasted no time in gearing up for a shot. However, before he could unleash the strike, Nakada, with characteristic timing and a grin that hinted at mischief, materialized beside him.
"Someone in a hurry," Nakada remarked, his voice carrying a tone of casual confidence as he strategically positioned himself to close down Nagi's shooting zone. The grin on Nakada's face suggested a subtle enjoyment in disrupting the rhythm of his adversary.
Undeterred, Nagi maintained his focus, a steely determination in his eyes.
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