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maskormenacelogs2016-08-13 04:37 pm
amadaman) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-08-13 04:37 pm
Olé, Olé, Olé [closed to sakka]
WHO: Ken, Gran, Kidou, Komasan
WHERE: a park in Nonah
WHEN: this weekend
WHAT: the NMS soccer team is practicing and Ken's inviting new friends
WARNINGS: Gran's bedroom eyes tbh
The Nonah Middle School soccer tweens got together a lot over the summer, sometimes because they actually had practice but other times because most of the time their mothers would rather them go to the local park to practice their sport than any other rambunctious thing they can get into. (The reputation of the Pines Twins have reached across state borders, apparently.)
The boys are all there to practice, but they also spend a lot of time fooling around. They let Koromaru steal the ball a lot, they let Komasan shoot all the goals he wants whether they make sense or not, and they may or may not aim the ball at each other's butts saying it's accuracy training or something.
With school only a couple weeks away the team has decided today is a good day to splurge, so at the end of the day there will be a big order of pizzas, too. Don't let Noodle order that no cheese left beef pizza.
WHERE: a park in Nonah
WHEN: this weekend
WHAT: the NMS soccer team is practicing and Ken's inviting new friends
WARNINGS: Gran's bedroom eyes tbh
The Nonah Middle School soccer tweens got together a lot over the summer, sometimes because they actually had practice but other times because most of the time their mothers would rather them go to the local park to practice their sport than any other rambunctious thing they can get into. (The reputation of the Pines Twins have reached across state borders, apparently.)
The boys are all there to practice, but they also spend a lot of time fooling around. They let Koromaru steal the ball a lot, they let Komasan shoot all the goals he wants whether they make sense or not, and they may or may not aim the ball at each other's butts saying it's accuracy training or something.
With school only a couple weeks away the team has decided today is a good day to splurge, so at the end of the day there will be a big order of pizzas, too. Don't let Noodle order that no cheese left beef pizza.
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Amongst those professional adults, Kidou would at least be physically challenged. Here, it wouldn't be a fair match by any means. Soccer is meant to be a test as well as a game. It's meant to be fun, as Endou says, but it's also best if the team is all at the same level of play, so they can tackle and overcome challenges together.
That can't remotely happen. And that worries him. When there was an imbalance before, all times... even when he himself wasn't aware of it, it never turned out well. He almost lost Sakuma to such a disconnect. And Genda... not to mention so many of Raimon's original team. Something about this eats away at him, spreading thin tendrils of ice through his veins.
Kidou's face remains carefully neutral.
Soccer is meant to be fun, along all other things. But Kidou's unsure how much fun he'd have alongside this, if he can't try his best alongside theirs. If he has to hold himself back, is he really treating them as equals at all?
But that's his problem, not theirs. And he will deal with it himself. If they're having fun, that should be good enough. He was invited here, so he should play.]
Yeah. I've seen enough.
[Kidou walks forward towards the others, shoving his problems aside.]
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The boy was meant to shoot meteors, but here his meteors posed more of a threat than they did something to be admired, and to keep them safe...
He had to make that sacrifice.
But nothing would ever take the love for the game away from him. Soccer...this wasn't HIS soccer. But it was soccer. And he'd hold firm to the belief that somewhere deep down, the others are feeling what he felt whenever he used Ryuusei Blade. That somewhere in their hearts, they yearn to shoot something as magnificent as a hissatsu. Maybe it was possible.
Maybe it could happen.
And he'd continue to shine that light of hope for Kidou to parse through the darkness, watching as Kidou walks forward towards the field. His voice calls out, ready to follow.]
Kidou-kun!
Let's do our best, right?
[To which he passes. It's a strong kick, one that he wouldn't use against anyone but Kidou, and putting all of his feeilng into it as he does.
Kidou would catch it, he knew it.
And when he did, he'd feel that hope that he'd held, despite this world trying to snuff out the little star that shone in the darkness.
"Ganbatte, Kidou-kun" it repeats, in a tone more warm than any voice can ever say.]
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Kidou jumps, just far enough to get both feet off the air to keep the incoming ball closer to his feet than his chest without having to stretch for it. His foot swings forward, catching the ball on the side of his foot and taking some of that strike directly, letting the rest swing his foot backwards.
Not too far.
Just enough to slow it down.
Just enough that he catches that feeling with a grin. He'll accept that message, and furthermore, he'll follow it.
As he closes in on the top of his jump, Kidou swings his foot around to release the ball, letting it hang in the air in front of him. Time seems to slow down. He can map the ball's spin, predict where exactly it'll head no matter where he strikes it. Almost. Almost. Now!.
Then it falls just before Kidou's own descent begins, when he's hanging in the air for one moment. That last precious half second is what he's looking for. He has just one chance to snap his leg out again, using his own dangerously powerful kick to send it streaking back to Gran.
It's not a soft landing, but it's a graceful one as he ends up crouched on the ground, prepared to spring into action all over again. Running would have made it easier than a standstill, he could transfer movement to forward motion more gracefully. He should be running right about now. Depends on where the ball goes next.]
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He truly was a genius of soccer.
The ball is obedient as he bounces it off the side of his foot, watching it under Kidou's control as he readies himself, backing up to recieve that kick. If he knows as much as he does about anyone from Raimon, it's that his strength would come from his love and passion for the sport, and he would answer it with every ounce he had in return.
The sound is unmistakable as Kidou's foot collides with the soccerball, sending it hurtling his way. But Gran knows exactly what he has to do, running in the opposite direction of the boy who kicked it. The ball hurtles over his head, but not fast enough to pass him as he leaps up, gracefully turning upside down as if he were dancing, eyes closed and arms spun out like wings. This was it...this was the soccer he knew so well, the one he'd grown up on, the one this world lacked.
The one he loved.
His feet trap that ball in a deadstop between each other, body twisting upright in midair. It's only then that his red hair parts away from his face, revealing his face. The smile there, it's practically glowing. His eyes are closed, as if he were basking in warm sunlight after being in the cold for so long.
The ball stops much like it did for Kidou. Time seems to slow down. He can feel the crowds cheering. He can feel his soccer BREATHE.
And then...right there.
At just the right moment, both feet slam into the ball, sending it back to Kidou like a cannon while he backflips, somersaulting in the air to land back on his feet.
He couldn't use hissatsu, but if he could at least teach the kids this...
Maybe they could do this.]
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A familiar feeling wells in his chest as Gran races to receive his kick, catching it with a deceptively effortless backflip. It's the same one that Endou reminded him was there, locked away. The same one he felt running alongside the ball in the first place, a warmth that fills his mind. He is not alone.
Later, maybe, he'll analyze this. Now, his whole body replies, adrenaline surging through his veins until he can feel his heart pounding with the rush. All he's watching is Gran's momentum carry his body through the flip, the joyous smile on his face...
That flip... he's going to use his momentum to follow through. His opening is three. Two. Now!
He starts running forward this time, leaping up high to bounce the ball off his chest, grinning with the impact, and down off the side of his left foot. The next second, his right foot lands on the ground, letting him swivel into a seamless run dribbling the ball. It's not enough to just stay stationary. He has to move. This way, he can retain a lot more control over their area.
With a swipe of his foot, he circles around Gran to pass the ball back. Nothing fancy this time, but fast - go on. Do worse. Test him.
Let me see you in action, just us.]
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The passing back and forth felt like salve to a burn. Refreshing and relieving...like he was finally able to feel something from the soccer that he loved so much. Kidou could send it, and so could he, but no one else could really experience just what that could mean between two people from their world. Soccer was so much more than just a sport to them.
It was understanding friendship. It was understanding love. It spoke the things you were too nervous to say. It shared things you couldn't express in words. It gave warmth and comfort, more than a smile or hug could do.
It touched your very soul.
And right now, in the cold world that he'd been thrown into, Kidou's warmed his heart
The soccerball connected their souls at that moment, and made them a constellation.
Gran catches the ball that's passed back to him with little to no effort, hands thrown out behind him as he runs alongside Kidou. Their eyes (or rather, Kidou's goggles) catch for a moment as he leaps forward, turning almost cheekily back to tease him in return.
I won't let you down, Kidou-kun. But you have to catch me.]
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And that's when Gran puts on an extra burst of speed, darting directly ahead and glancing back.
That's a message.
Were this a match, he'd be wondering just what Gran was planning - to pass the ball back to him in a feint, maybe. Or to let Kidou race forward to counter any checks. There's only one theme on any option he can see, running them through his mind and trying to evaluate probability.
All of his focus is on his teammate's body language. He'll have to be ready for whatever he does.
... and like always, Gran's intentions and message shines brilliantly through with his soccer; it takes only a second for him to understand his meaning. Kidou keeps his run steady, not changing his speed nor his by-now predictable path, returning the grin with a smirk.
Always. I'm right behind you.
Just like that, Gran leads, and Kidou falls back to the role of ensuring his success. It felt good to be able to play like this. It's been only a little while, but still far too long. Right now he feels completely alive, with the wind against his-
...
That's it. He's getting a cape again. As soon as possible.]