Chương 1: Chapter 1- Destruction- My Hobby
(*Listen MC is op, sue me, IDC!*)
Itora watched as the ball flew through the air, an arc of beauty, but as he watched the ball curve, he realized that it was disgusting, below average, a kick that even a middle-schooler could pull off, he thought that if he did the pass it would have been executed to absolute perfection. He wasn't wrong.
Even if the pass was horrible, Itora lunged forward, trapped the ball, and began soaring forward with an eagle's grace. The opposing team's defense began working to block him but Itora just smiled. The puny attempts fueled his desire to destroy, he felt like he was on an intense high. The ball was so round and curved along the smooth surface of his cleats that it brought tears to Itora's eyes. The number seven on his back became a blur as he began working his magic.
The first defender, known as Shinomoto High School's best defender came forward and began to jockey Itora, "Hey, Christopher, you ain't getting past me!"
Itora's eyes began to spiral, his pupils were glowing red, and an aura of power emanated from him, "You are an impertinent dog, who I mean to crush!" The defender's face turned to one of shock and surprise, Itora just smiled and went left, before spinning with the ball, only to be blocked on the other side, with his back turned from the defender, Itora moved backward, kicked the ball up and over the head of the random, and ran past him, the rush was insane for him.
The other defenders closed in on Itora, but he was in the zone, the ball flowed at his feet and the defenders watched the ball, hopelessly trying to jockey, their heads turning every second as the ball moved to various positions under Itora's control. A look of boredom passed over Itora's face, he yawned, and with a burst of speed ran to the right leaving all the defenders, nutmegged, "You will never be on my level!"
There was still a long way to go, but this was good, the opponents were pressing high, they left their half virtually undefended, and Itora was alone, and flying at insane speeds, he was a few meters away from the halfway line when he looked up at the keeper, shaking in his boots, Itora could see the coward, even from here. "Pussy."
Itora drew his foot backward, so high it almost reached his shoulder, and put every fiber of his being into the shot, the inside of his foot smashed the ball at high speeds but every player stopped in their tracks to watch the ball's trajectory, Itora's team began to look disappointed, the ball was curving outwards, the keeper dived, the ball lands right next to the post.
Some of Itora's teammates looked dejected but Itora stilled and smiled, only he knew the real power of this shot, the shot that keepers fear, because you never know when it even comes. The once-scared keeper now walked up confidently to pick up the ball, and that was when the crowd noticed that the ball was still spinning. The ground was being dug into, the grass was being mutilated, and the keeper dived knowing what would happen, but the ball was too fast, it spun across the floor in a U-shape and rolled into the goal. This was his Immortal spin ball, the crowd watched in shock as the ball still spun in the netting.
Shinomoto High-0 * Takada High-1
The game was just getting started.....
POV Christopher Itora
The thrill, the sheer speed of this game, it's making my mouth water.
One defender, ankles broken, Ronaldo chopped, the ball chopped to the left, and the defender flew to the floor as if he was diving, the left wing, the right wing, the middle, they were all mine.
The second defender came in for the tackle, I flicked the ball up and jumped along with it, skipping past him and I stood, blocked by two center backs. Hmmmm.....
I kicked the ball up and began doing kick-ups, I feigned left, the ball in the air, the speed was so thrilling, but the defenders reacted, well not if I did it a second time, I changed the ball's direction in mid-air and the defenders got sent in the wrong direction and I laughed as I jogged to the keeper with the ball, rainbow flicking him and stopping the ball on the goal line, looking at the back of the keeper, "Get Better, you're not worth my disappointment." And with that, the ball rolled back into the net.
55 minutes later.....
"Christopher! Itora-kun, an interview please!"
"Sure, what's up?"
"An eight-nill victory and a double hat-trick for you, how do you feel?"
I thought for a moment before getting a bit heated, "Stupid question, I am disappointed, I should've got two more, ten is a more round number in my eyes."
"Wow, Itora-kun, one more question!"
"Go on..."
"We have heard rumors you played for the Academy of a famous English team, Manshine City?"
"No Comment."
I walked off, leaving the journalist who looked pleased, even if I didn't confirm it, I guess if I hadn't I could have just said no, I guess, outside of football I'm not much of a genius eh? The only reason I played there was for my father, who is half-English, half-Japanese, and the current left winger for Manshine City who does not have a striker, so he has to play striker instead of on the wing, the one and only, Darren Itora-Beckram.
(*Dad is not an official character, I mean. I'm not about to use that other guy who is like an international pervert as my father, Adam Blake or something*)
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