[Kidou's eyes narrow behind his glasses, watching Sakuma's movements intently.
It feels too strange to have the vision field he does. He doesn't need it right now; the sides are superfluous information that could only distract him from paying close and exact attention to what his friend is going to do. As Sakuma moves onto the field, Kidou's feet hit the grass, carrying him straight into a defender position even before he realizes he's moving at all. Is that instinct? the part of him that's Michi can't follow at all what he's doing.
The confusion slows his movements down, but only by a little. Sakuma comes to a stop - his foot draws back. He's going to shoot. He's not taken any angle to make that a pass, so - Kidou's not going to make it there in time as he is. Not unless he works very hard to get there.
Kidou doubles his speed, thanking Michi internally for having worked so hard to be good at track as he races to intercept. The ball almost passes through the line delineating the goal area before Kidou's foot catches it, sweeping it firmly into his possession.
So, that's how this is. With a grin, he feints continuing forward, then veers off to the other diagonal. With luck, he'll have bought some time to get past Sakuma and out into the open field.]
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It feels too strange to have the vision field he does. He doesn't need it right now; the sides are superfluous information that could only distract him from paying close and exact attention to what his friend is going to do. As Sakuma moves onto the field, Kidou's feet hit the grass, carrying him straight into a defender position even before he realizes he's moving at all. Is that instinct? the part of him that's Michi can't follow at all what he's doing.
The confusion slows his movements down, but only by a little. Sakuma comes to a stop - his foot draws back. He's going to shoot. He's not taken any angle to make that a pass, so - Kidou's not going to make it there in time as he is. Not unless he works very hard to get there.
Kidou doubles his speed, thanking Michi internally for having worked so hard to be good at track as he races to intercept. The ball almost passes through the line delineating the goal area before Kidou's foot catches it, sweeping it firmly into his possession.
So, that's how this is. With a grin, he feints continuing forward, then veers off to the other diagonal. With luck, he'll have bought some time to get past Sakuma and out into the open field.]