Chapter 165: Taunting Nishioka (165)
Nishioka, having expertly received Nakada's long pass, showcased his exceptional ball control. The viewers held their collective breath, knowing that a brilliant opportunity was on the horizon.
Nishioka's skill and composure were on full display as he assessed the field, searching for the perfect move to exploit the advantage they had gained.
As Nishioka glanced up, his eyes were sharp, scanning for any defensive weaknesses in the opposing team.
The opposition was scrambling to regroup after Nakada's unexpected pass, and Nishioka was determined to seize the moment. His teammates, including Nakada, surged forward in support, ready to capitalize on Nishioka's playmaking abilities.
Nishioka's decision was swift, a testament to his football IQ and ability to read the game.
With a flick of his foot, he sent a precise through ball into the path of a teammate who had made a perfectly timed run into the box.
The crowd roared in anticipation as the ball sliced through the defense, leaving the goalkeeper with a split-second decision to make.
The entire stadium was alive with the thrill of the play, and the outcome hung in the balance. Nishioka's vision and execution had set the stage for a potential scoring opportunity, and the anticipation among the fans was palpable.
The beautiful game was living up to its name in this exhilarating moment, as teamwork and skill combined to create an electrifying spectacle.
Nishioka ran forward with the ball at his feet but his run was interupted by Karasu,it seemed like he would be a bother to him the whole game.
It was becoming increasingly evident that Nishioka was feeling the pressure. The weight of Karasu's physicality and taunting remarks were starting to wear on him, and it was beginning to manifest in the way he played.
Karasu was unrelenting, his voice dripping with condescension as he continued his verbal assault. "You're the weakest piece of the trio, Nishioka," he taunted, his eyes locked on his opponent. "Good as garbage as a striker, aren't you?"
Nishioka, usually a confident and composed player, was noticeably affected by Karasu's words. His body language betrayed a hint of frustration and self-doubt.
Each challenge from Karasu seemed like a personal affront, and the crowd could sense Nishioka's confidence wavering.
Nishioka, his determination unshaken despite the relentless challenge from Karasu, refused to back down.
With every failed attempt to break past his formidable opponent, his resolve to prove Karasu wrong only grew stronger. He knew he had to find a way to outmaneuver Karasu and rediscover his rhythm on the field.
However, Nishioka couldn't help but notice a distinct pattern in Karasu's eyes as they locked onto the ball. It was as if Karasu's entire focus was dedicated to stripping Nishioka of possession, restricting his passing options, and forcing him into a corner.
Nishioka, known for his keen perception and the ability to process vast amounts of information on the field, decided to utilize a different approach. He began scanning the field, assessing his options with a newfound intensity.
It felt as if his vision had sharpened, as though he could see opportunities that had previously eluded him.
"Meta Vision, huh..." Karasu chimed in, his voice dripping with mockery.
His eyes, at the utterance of those words, took on a familiar, menacing shape. Karasu was well-known for his psychological warfare tactics, and this time was no different.
"You aren't special," Karasu taunted, his tone cocky and demeaning. His goal was to shatter what little hope remained in Nishioka, to break his spirit and steal the ball to extinguish any glimmer of a comeback.
The mental battle on the field had intensified, with Karasu using every means at his disposal to disrupt Nishioka's focus and determination.
Despite the mounting psychological pressure, Nishioka knew he had to persevere.
With his newfound clarity of vision, he attempted to navigate the challenges posed by Karasu, searching for that elusive opportunity to regain control and shift the momentum in his team's favor.
The stadium's atmosphere was electric, and the outcome of this thrilling contest remained uncertain as the two players engaged in a fierce battle of wits and skill.
As Nishioka struggled to maintain his composure under Karasu's relentless psychological onslaught, he felt his confidence waver.
The constant taunts and the feeling of being trapped had begun to take a toll on his mental state. He was on the brink of breaking when, in a moment of desperation, he caught a glimpse of something behind Karasu.
With a flash of realization, Nishioka saw an opportunity that he couldn't afford to miss. His eyes widened as he processed what he saw—a shadowy figure slowly inching closer to Karasu while the defender was busy taunting him.
It was Otoya, a teammate who had managed to approach Karasu unnoticed.
Nishioka's decision was swift, his instincts taking over. With a well-timed pass, he directed the ball behind Karasu, where Otoya was now in position.
The ball landed perfectly at Otoya's feet, who, with a sly grin, exclaimed, "Sneaking no jutsu!" It was a playful reference to a famous ninja technique.
Karasu, caught off guard and still focused on Nishioka, hadn't noticed Otoya's stealthy approach. The stadium erupted in cheers as Otoya, with the ball at his feet, now had a golden opportunity to exploit Karasu's momentary lapse in attention.
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