Football singularity Chapter 125 Little Mis Prodigy

125 Chapter 125 Little Mis Prodigy

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"I understand how you feel, I was like that when I joined last year." She replied with a bright smile on her face before proceeding to give a pep talk. Not sure what about gives off the impression that I need encouragent but I'll have to fix that.

"Emm, do you know where I can find the Pride 3 group," I quickly interrupted her wanting to find out sothing useful instead of listening to her talk about how she tripped over her own foot on her first day.

She has quite an extroverted personality and seems to be able to easily start a conversation. However, she also seems like the type to lose track of what she actually wants to talk about once she rembers sothing interesting. This was evidenced by the fact she would talk about her friends in between recounting her first-day story.

"Oh, you're part of Pride 3 congrats, I can show you the way by the way my na is Akari Jones," she told with a smile before turning around to lead the way to the pitch I'm supposed to be at. Hearing the studs of her pink Nike boots clank on the ground brought out of my musing as I quickly caught up with her.

"By the way my na is Rakim Rex," I told her once I caught up to her left side not wanting her to walk to my pitch without knowing my na. Plus, I would feel a little awkward if I didn't tell her my na.

"Nice Na bad taste in boots though," she told with a sly smile as she pointed to my classic Adidas boots. Taken aback by her comnt it took a while before I could react.

"Your one to talk your boots are too bright for no reason," I retorted with indignation not wanting to take this one lying down. Her expression to my retort was quite amusing as her thought process lagged for a second.

"Hmph what do you know, Pink is the best colour when making a statent in midfield," She responded with a pout sending a glare my way daring to say otherwise. Too bad for her I wasn't intimidated, since I'm already used to dealing with girls and their mood swings by now. After all Emma, May and my own Mother are quite the personalities to deal with when they get into a mood.

"I don't need gimmicks my presence on the wing is scary enough, but maybe I should get green boots just for insurance," I responded with a confident smile as I seriously thought about the latter part of my sentence.

[You should seriously consider it as outside factors like looks and in this case, boots can play a psychological role on your opponents. It may not seem like much, but so players can develop a fear for a player just by seeing their boots,] Eva comnted making think deeper on how to play psychological gas on the pitch. ntal warfare is just as important as physical battles are and sotis it can be even more important.

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"This is pitch three and over there is the Pride 3 group," Akari said as she pointed at a group of boys and girls sitting by the side of the pitch. So of the kids were just chatting with their friends whilst others were doing light stretches.

We spent five minutes getting here due to just how massive the institute is. Then again, I might have picked the wrong person to guide as at so point she had the bright idea to let lead. I only realised this when I noticed the fact that she was not giving instructions and just letting lead. Her excuse for her action was that she forgot that she was the one leading as she got too engrossed in the conversation.

I could only sigh and lant the fact that God just felt like playing a trick on on this particular morning. After that, we spent most of the ti arguing with each other over the smallest things. We even started a little rivalry at so point as it turns out that the both of us are quite competitive and a little too petty.

With the need to compete with one another, we started comparing all sorts of things. From arguing about music taste to which of our dogs is the cutest, honestly, anything we could compete about we did. However, it turns out that Akari is pretty talented as she is a part of one of the Ace teams. So, we decided to let our achievents on the pitch decide our battle.

She managed to get there in the span of 7 months from one of the Pride groups like I am in. That's what brought out my inner rivalry as I promised to beat her record. Let's just say she did not appreciate that especially after I told her that Pokémon is not really an Ani.

Turns out she actually likes to watch ani so that's a plus but for so reason, she is a big Pokémon fan. Heck, she even wears a Pikachu bracelet saying sothing about it making her more electric on the pitch. Yeah, I gave her a strange look after hearing that too but it's all good she also likes real Ani.

"Alright thanks, Guess I'll see you later little mis prodigy," I thanked her with a teasing smile on my face waiting to see her embarrassed expression. Like clockwork, she blushed slightly upon hearing my words. for so reason even though she likes to boast about her prowess she isn't too good with taking a complint.

"Just go before you get lost again," She retorted before instantly scurrying away not giving a chance to respond. Looks like she realised that she isn't going to easily win an argunt with when it cos to talking nonsense.

[At least you know that you talk a lot of nonsense,] Eva chided throwing an unnecessary jab at .

'Sotis I wonder whose side you're on,' I comnted as I went over to the group of kids who were going to be my competition and comrades.

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"Good morning kids hope you're up for a fun day of training, my na is Coach Carlos for those that are new and those that have forgotten," A young dark-skinned coach in his early twenties said to a group of kids in front of him. He has the classic facial features of a Brazilian and if his bracelet is any indication that seems to be his Origen of birth. The group of twenty-seven kids seed to be eagerly awaiting his instructions raring to get started with their day of training.

The atmosphere was pretty tranquil as the boys and girls tried their best to shake off the remnants of their sleep. The coach had an understanding smile on his face knowing that the early start is probably not easy for the kids. Deciding to do sothing about it he continued his speech wanting to retain their attention.

"We have a new boy joining our group hope you make him feel welco but do that on your own ti since ti waits for no one," he said with a smile pulling out a small remote pressing the red button on it. Following his action music started playing from a boombox at the side of the pitch.

"Let's get you all to wake up, the first thing I want you to do is to copy ," Coach Carlos instructed as he signalled for them to spread out so they would have enough space to move.

He started by waving around his hands before proceeding to shake his entire body to loosen up his muscles. All the kids tried their best to keep up with his movents with so of them bursting out in laughter. He moved on to different fun exercises aid at loosening up the body and waking up the kids.

The exercises went from being fun and easy to progressively increasing in difficulty with the kids building up a little sweat. This entire process took a whole twenty minutes fully preparing the players for the day of training. Seeing that the kids were fully awake now he took them through a light dynamic warm-up session aid at raising their heart rate and preventing injuries.

[20 minutes later]

"Congrats on completing today's warm-up, go get a drink so we can start our actual training, Today's the is making the ball my best friend," The young coach said with a bright smile on his face as he emptied a bag of footballs letting the spill to the ground.

The kids who were already sweating slightly didn't rush towards the balls but instantly headed to the side of the pitch. At the side, there was a small fridge filled with different fruit-flavoured water bottles. Everyone quickly picked out their flavour and quickly satiated their thirst.

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"All you have to do is dribble the ball within the box, don't let it get further than a ter from your body easy right?" Coach Carlos said with a slight smile on his face as he put us in two square boxes with a ball each. The drill itself seems pretty easy and shouldn't be too hard but the only thing that worries is that he didn't set a duration for the drill.

[I see you caught that tad bit, this will both test your physical skill and ntal ability to manage your energy levels,] Eva comnted from inside of my head making realise that my train of thought was along the right track.

"Since that is too easy for you, I will be giving you instruction throughout the drill, When I say sprint, you have to do just that whilst keeping control of the ball, losing control of it will result in a lap around the pitch. When I say pass you have to swap balls with another player. lastly, when I shout turn, I want you to change the direction you are headed too." Coach instructed us with a smile on his face that seed rather devious now that I took a closer look at it.

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