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bachira parrs for animations /The concrete of the underground court was cold, slicked with a light layer of rain, but Meguru Bachira didn’t care. His yellow-streaked hair clung to his forehead, his breath coming in ragged, white plumes against the dim streetlight. ​Across from him stood three local players, bigger and broader, grinning like they had already won. They had spent the last twenty minutes trying to corner him, trying to force him into a predictable pass. ​They didn’t understand. Bachira was never alone on the pitch. ​Thump. Thump. Thump. ​The Monster inside him was grinning, its shadow stretching wide across the damp asphalt, whispering a single word: Play. ​"Alright, who's first?" Bachira giggled, the football resting quietly under his sole. ​The tallest defender lunged, attempting to use his reach to body Bachira off the ball. Bachira didn't retreat. With a fluid, elastic flick of his ankle, he dragged the ball back, popped it over the defender's outstretched leg, and pirouetted through the narrow gap between two players—an effortless Elastico mid-turn. ​"What the—" ​Before the third defender could react, Bachira was already moving. He didn't just dribble; he danced. The ball stayed glued to his feet like an extension of his own body. Heel flick, scissors, a sudden dead stop that left the defender skidding past on the wet concrete, and then an explosive burst forward. ​He broke into the open space right in front of the makeshift goal—two battered trash cans set five yards apart. The Monster leaned in close, its yellow eyes gleittering in his mind's eye. ​Pass it? Shoot? ​Neither. Bachira chipped the ball high into the air, let it bounce once off his shoulder, and launched a volley straight into the top corner. The ball struck the back wall with a thunderous echo. ​Silence settled over the court, broken only by the sound of Bachira's soft laughter. ​"Man, that was fun," Bachira beamed, catching the rebounding ball effortlessly under his arm. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve, his eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated joy. "Let's do it again!" #partsforanimation #animators #partsforheadbop #animationfyp #bluelockfans

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