《Soccer System: All the Skills, One Player!》


 Chapter 1 01 - My Journey Back in Time

    In the vast and vibrant universe of sports, no other is as democratic, passionate, magical, and chaotic than the soccer. You don''t need much to play it, just a ball, or something that looks like one, and a place to imagine the goal.Ah, soccer!


    The magic of the dazzling dribbles, the 90th-minute comeback goals, and the screams of the fans that make any stadium shake.


    From its earliest days, when the British played during breaks in their factory shifts, to the present day, when the best players in the world take to the most famous pitches on the planet, soccer has always been an irresistible mix of talent, improvisation, and sheer dedication.


    Decades ago, there was Pel¨¦, the king of soccer, who took the sport to a new level with his quick dribbling, spectacular goals, and a charisma that transcended borders.


    More recently, we''ve seen Zico, the first player with surgical precision in his passes and free kicks. Also Ronaldinho Ga¨²cho, who, with his joy in his legs and his magic with the ball, turned football into a spectacle of pure art.


    At the beginning of the millennium, the greatest rivalry in history was born. Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo, two true scoring machines whose statistics would impress even the most skeptical critics: more than 800 goals each, hundreds of assists, and two collections of titles that would make any museum jealous.


    Between the astronomical numbers and the memorable plays, soccer has become a true global spectacle, the greatest of all sports, uniting people of all ages, genders and nationalities in a continuous celebration with the right to scream, sweat and tears.


    But behind the many stars who shine in the world''s stadiums, there are millions of young dreamers who believe, day after day, that they could be the next to have their lives changed by this sport.


    Among those millions, there was once a Japanese boy. Just one among many. His name? Lucas Tanaka, the son of an American father and a Japanese mother.


    Lucas grew up listening to stories about Pele, admiring Ronaldinho''s dribbling on various YouTube videos, and trying to imitate Cristiano Ronaldo''s mythological goals.


    In school games or on the municipal field, he played with the same joy as his idols, dreaming, like so many others, of one day becoming part of this glorious history called football.


    In Japan, the country where Lucas Tanaka was born and raised, people also loved soccer. It was a sport that was greatly admired, and throughout his childhood, Lucas Tanaka was praised for his skill and dedication to soccer.


    However, when he reached the age of 18 and decided not to go to university or a preparatory course, dreaming of finding a place in one of the Japanese national league teams, the J-LEAGUE, the people around him, the same ones who had previously congratulated him for all his efforts, began to judge him.


    These people said that Lucas was wasting his life on a "stupid" dream and that he should focus on a path that would be safer and more stable for him and his family.


    That same day, not feeling up to going to the city park to work out, Lucas Tanaka sat down in front of the old TV in his room, turned on the sports channel, and started watching. As it happened, a sixteen-year-old boy was making his debut for Barcelona FC. The boy was thinner and shorter than Lucas Tanaka, but there he was, in the center of world soccer.


    So Lucas decided that society was right about his dream and gave in to social pressure.


    "It''s too late..."


    Lucas simply couldn''t have imagined that he would end up as an almost thirty-year-old single man living in a tiny apartment in Tokyo.


    "Hey, Tanaka, did you finish that design I asked you to do?" His boss asked routinely, several times a day.


    "Yes, boss. It''s in your e-mail."


    Instead of becoming a soccer player, Tanaka went to business school. After High School, he found work in a design firm and had to adapt to keep from getting fired. So his life became a loop of monotonous days, working every day until after hours in a gray office, surrounded by piles of papers and disapproving looks.


    One cold evening, after leaving the office late, Lucas Tanaka stopped at a convenience store to buy something to eat.


    *Grrrrr*


    His stomach rumbled loudly.


    "Easy, easy..." Lucas stroked his stomach as if there really was a monster inside.


    When he entered the convenience store, the characteristic bell rang, but the clerk didn''t even look at him, as he seemed to be concentrating.


    Lucas then went to the instant noodle aisle and began to analyze which of the many flavors he would choose this time. He had already tried all the flavors, even the strangest ones.


    The store was so empty and quiet that Victor could hear what the clerk at the counter was watching.


    "Honestly, this is one of the most impressive finals I''ve ever seen. Mbapp¨¦ is only 24, and this is his third goal. Ladies and gentlemen, I may be jumping the gun, but it looks like we''re witnessing the birth of a football legend," the narrator said.


    "Sir...?" the salesman asked.


    Suddenly, Lucas found himself unconsciously standing in front of the counter with a randomly flavored instant noodle in one hand. Unbeknownst to him, he had been captivated by the soccer game playing on the television next to the cashier.


    The cashier looked on with a puzzled expression, and Lucas quickly handed the noodles to the young man to pick up. As he did so, Lucas peered around the inside of the counter again, trying to catch a glimpse of the game.


    "Sir, that''ll be 120 yen."


    "Ah, yes..." Lucas took some coins out of his pocket and began to count.


    He was a poor worker; he didn''t have much money. Nevertheless, he found a 1000 yen coin, which he handed to the young clerk.


    Lucas'' attention soon returned to the soccer game. "Excuse me for asking, young man. But that game you''re watching... Who''s playing?"


    "Um... This one? France and Argentina. It''s the recorded final of the 2022 World Cup. I like to watch that game sometimes."


    Lucas looked at the scoreboard. It was 3-3 after 119 minutes. The young player Mbapp¨¦ was shining for France with 3 goals.


    Lucas Tanaka left the convenience store with a bitter taste in his mouth, holding the bag of instant noodles in one hand and the change and receipt in the other.


    "World Cup 2022... I was 21 at the time, but I''d already given up watching soccer. That explains why I don''t remember the game."


    The year in question was 2031, almost 10 years after the 2022 World Cup. It was impossible for Lucas not to feel nostalgic, and then to feel the mixture of frustration, disappointment, and anger that always came over him when he remembered the dreams he had given up.


    Adjusting the scarf around his neck to protect himself from the freezing wind, Lucas tried to shake those tumultuous thoughts away.


    But the 3-3 scoreline of a World Cup final still echoed in his mind, like a cruel reminder of the dreams he had given up. It was every man''s dream to be in the position the young French player had been in, and Lucas wondered what his life would have been like if he had followed his passion for football.


    ''Instead, I''m stuck in an endless cycle of gray days in an office that seems to be slowly sucking away my soul... I think I''d do it differently.''


    Walking through the streets, Lucas came upon a narrow alley lit only by a flickering streetlight. Normally, he would have changed his route just in case, but then he heard a muffled sound, something between a scream and a desperate whisper. Then, under the flickering light of the lamppost, he saw a scene that made his heart skip a beat.


    A hooded man was holding a long-haired woman against the wall. His dirty hand covered her mouth as he muttered something inaudible near her neck.


    The woman obviously tried to break free. But the man was stronger, holding her by the wrists.


    ''An abuser!''


    Lucas didn''t want any trouble. He had enough trouble in his own life. But something inside him wouldn''t let him just ignore the situation. He always avoided conflict, always took the easy way out, always let his boss take credit for his designs, but, that night, something changed.


    "Hey!" he shouted.


    The hooded man abruptly turned his head in Lucas'' direction, and the woman used the distraction to try to break free. With no luck, the man pulled her back violently.


    "Who are you? Her boyfriend?" The man growled.


    Lucas swallowed. He didn''t have a good physique for fighting, but he couldn''t back down now either. "It doesn''t matter! Leave her alone!"


    The man smiled bitterly and let go of only one of the woman''s arms. "Are you going to stop me?" he asked, pulling a knife from his jacket pocket.


    Lucas clenched his fist, gripping the grocery bag tightly. "Yes, I will."


    The man then clucked his tongue, let go of the woman, and moved quickly forward with the knife.


    "You don''t know who you''re messing with!" the attacker shouted.


    A shiver ran down Lucas'' spine as he saw the man run toward him with the knife in his hand, but with a scream he didn''t know where it came from, Lucas raised the arm holding the bag and threw it with all his might at his attacker. The plastic bag broke in midair, and the package flew toward the attacker like an improvised projectile, hitting the man in the face.


    It was enough to disorient him for a moment.


    Taking advantage of the distraction, Lucas lunged forward and punched the man with all the force he could muster.


    He felt pain as his fingers struck the hooded man''s jaw.


    Fortunately, the blow was strong enough to knock the attacker to the ground.


    For a moment, everything seemed to freeze. The woman, frightened and still leaning against the wall, stared at Lucas with wide eyes, barely believing what he had done.


    The man on the floor was stunned, but when his eyes met Lucas'', an expression of fear and amazement appeared on his face.


    Lucas didn''t understand why the man was afraid until he felt a stabbing pain in his stomach. He looked down to see the knife buried in his stomach, blood seeping through his clothes.


    Shock overcame his body, and he staggered backwards, his knees weak.


    "Shit, shit, shit!" The man on the ground took the opportunity to get up and run.


    Lucas tried to yell at him not to run, but his voice wouldn''t come out. The next thing he knew, he felt dizzy and fell backwards.


    The woman ran over to him and shouted something, but her words sounded far away, muffled, as if he were underwater.


    "Hang on!" she cried as her trembling hands pressed down on the knife, trying to stop the bleeding. "It''s going to be okay, just hang on! Help me! Please, someone!"


    The cold of the night enveloped Lucas, but he could barely feel it. He felt numb, unable to focus on anything but the pain and the desperate face of the woman trying to help him. She was very beautiful.


    Soon Lucas heard the sound of hurried footsteps, alarmed voices, and the sound of sirens in the distance. He tried to focus on those voices. It was no use. Everything was slipping away. The surrounding darkness quickly engulfed everything.


    Suddenly, everything was silent.


    The world around him seemed to stop, and Lucas felt like he was floating.


    It was a strange, almost comforting sensation, as if he was being pulled out of his body.


    Then he heard an emotionless voice in his head. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.


    [The ability of <System> has been granted.]


    [<System> unlocked.]


    [The ability <System> has granted you the ability <C¨¦os>.]


    [<C¨¦os> unlocked.]


    [The ability <System> has given you the ability <Sharp Intuition>.]


    [<Sharp Intuition> unlocked].


    [The skill <System> has given you the skill <Attribute Progression>.]


    [<Attribute Progression> unlocked].


    [The skill <System> has given you the skill <Supernatural Resistance>.]


    [<Supernatural Resistance> unlocked].


    [Thanks to the divine effect of <Supernatural Resistance>, death will no longer be a problem for you.]


    Lucas tried to understand what was happening, but his mind was foggy.


    The pain was gone, replaced by a strange feeling of relief. He was no longer cold, but warm.


    The darkness became complete, and Lucas fell into it, lost in an infinite void.


    When Lucas opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the partially dark street, nor did he hear sirens. He was in a completely different place. It was a vast field of green grass. The sky above was a deep blue, without a single cloud. S§×ar?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Tanaka! Cross for me!" A voice shouted.


    Then Lucas heard a sound, a *thump*, and something touched his feet. As soon as he looked down, he realized that what had touched him was a ball, a soccer ball.


    Apparently, for some reason, he was in the middle of a soccer game.


    Raising his head again, Lucas looked ahead and saw the young Tsuyoshi Nishida, a childhood friend of his, but the strangest thing was that Nishida seemed to be in his sixteenth year and this frightened Lucas more than anything else. He remembered it well. Nishida had become a world-famous player after being spotted by a scout from a big team in England.

 Chapter 2 02 - Sixteen Again!

    When Lucas Tanaka looked down at his feet and saw the ball, he shook his head, not understanding what was happening. He raised his head to see Tsuyoshi Nishida still running with one arm raised, indicating that he wanted to receive the pass.Lucas lifted his foot, instinctively wanting to pass the ball to Nishida, but soccer is a fast-paced sport that requires sharp decision-making, and there''s usually not much time to think on the field. Just as Lucas was about to kick the ball, an opponent suddenly appeared and, with impressive speed, this player glided across the field and made a perfect, clean run to steal the ball from Lucas.


    Lucas'' fall was sudden. The trolley took the ball from him, but it also knocked him down. But the tackle wasn''t, and the opponent didn''t bother to help him. Instead, the boy got up and started running quickly with the ball, setting up a counterattack.


    Lucas tried to get up quickly, but the pain in his heel stopped him.


    Nishida, returning from the attack, was the one to offer a hand to help him up.


    "Tanaka, why didn''t you give me the pass?" Nishida asked as he helped him to his feet.


    Lucas didn''t know what to say, nor did he understand what was going on.


    "I''m sorry, I hesitated..."


    Nishida gave Lucas a weak pat on the back. "It''s okay, I''ll be there next time. Just pass it to me and I''ll score."


    But there was no next time. For the next few minutes, Lucas tried to keep up with the pace of the game, but each move seemed more difficult than the last. His mind was foggy, and he simply couldn''t process the surrounding events clearly. He tripped over the ball a few times and fell, and his legs felt heavy and uncoordinated.


    "Tanaka, what''s happening to you?" asked Nishida during a brief stoppage in play after a foul. "You''re our playmaker. If you can''t connect passes, we can''t score."


    His friend''s worried look only added to Lucas'' confusion.


    "I... I don''t know," Lucas mumbled, trying to wipe the sweat from his brow.


    Over the next few minutes, the ball stopped coming to Lucas. His team''s players began to make more runs down the flanks, trying to get into the attacking half.


    It was then that the team''s coach, Mr. Yamamoto, noticed the situation. With a serious look on his face, he signaled for Lucas to leave the field.


    Lucas slowly walked to the side of the field, greeted the teammate who would be replacing him, then the coach, and sat down on the bench in frustration.


    With a towel over his head, he took a moment to take a deep breath and try to understand what had happened.


    The strange transition from a near-death state to this familiar but confusing scenario was beyond what an ordinary human mind could easily process.


    He knew something extraordinary had happened. Lucas looked around. The sounds of the game, the shouts of the players, the people, everything was too real to be a dream. He closed his eyes, trying to clear his vision and his mind. The towel over his head isolated him at least a little from the stares of the surrounding people.


    ''Why? Why is this happening to me?'' he asked himself, looking down at his hands.


    His hands weren''t chubby, nor were they full of wrinkles like before, and looking at his own body, he could easily see that he was younger, much younger. It was clear that he had somehow rejuvenated himself or rather gone back in time.


    Lucas then raised his head and began to pay more attention to his surroundings.


    There were only a few people on the bench. He was one of the few players there.


    The coach, Mr. Yamamoto, a man in his fifties, was giving instructions to both teams. Of course, it was a practice game of eleven against eleven, but the field was smaller than a normal soccer field. It was a reduced soccer field, in other words, the school field.


    Several times a week they practiced on the school field, so this could have been any day, but there was something different.


    On the field, the players gave their all and seemed focused. Something important was about to happen. However, it was impossible for Lucas to easily remember such a normal situation from his youth, and it would be strange to suddenly ask for the date in question. Therefore, it was useless for him to try to find out what day it was at this moment.


    The same was true for the mysterious reason why he was back. If there was a reason, Lucas felt it was to play soccer, otherwise why on earth would he come back in the middle of a game?


    Lucas clenched his fist, stood up, tossed his towel aside and said:


    "Mr. Yamamoto, can I come back in?"


    "Tanaka, of course you can''t come in, you just..."


    When Yamamoto turned to look at Lucas as he replied, Lucas could tell just by looking into Yamamoto''s eyes that something had changed. At that moment, Yamamoto stopped halfway through his answer, looked straight ahead, crossed his arms and continued:


    "Okay, but get a vest. You''ll be on the reserve team."


    "Yes, sir."


    Lucas quickly grabbed the vest, eager to get back into the game. The sun was still high and strong, and his heart was beating faster.


    The reserve team was struggling to keep up with the first team, but the score was 4-2.


    Lucas took a deep breath, and when he finally took his first step onto the field, everything around him stopped, and the same voice he had heard before echoed in his mind.


    [The skill of <System> has evolved into <Champion System>].


    [<Champion System> unlocked].


    [To become a champion, you must increase your Star Level.]


    [Your current Star Level is 0].


    [Complete missions in the <Champion System> to increase your Star Level and earn other rewards].


    [The rewards will increase with each level you reach].


    [The <Champion System> skill is activated.]


    [The mission "The first step of the second chance" has been granted].


    [Do you want to know the purpose of this mission?]


    Lucas, still stunned by what had happened, blinked twice, looked around, saw that time had stopped, and nodded without a choice. The words were gone from his mouth.


    [Main Mission: The First Step of a Second Chance


    Description: This is a practice game before an important school championship. The starters for the first championship game will be decided in this scrimmage, and you need to convince the coach that you are a good option. Winning is an important step in this process.


    Objective: Win this scrimmage.


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    +10 Star Points


    +1 Loot Box.]

 Chapter 3 03 - My

    The sun was beating down relentlessly on the field that early afternoon. From the heat and the sound of cicadas in the bushes not far from the field, Lucas Tanaka could easily tell that it was summer.So if, as the mission description stated, this was a practice game to determine who would start in the first league game, then the league in question could only be the Chubu Summer League, which used school vacations to promote a major league that included most of the teams in the Chubu region of Japan.


    The Chubu Summer League wasn''t as famous as the Kanto Summer League, but it was certainly important.


    Lucas took a deep breath, feeling the tension in his muscles and the sweat dripping down his forehead. The vest he wore now seemed to weigh more than it should, carrying with it a series of dreams and burdens whose weight he hadn''t felt at sixteen in the past. He looked at his teammates, some waving at him in encouragement, others simply focused on the ball.


    Everyone was aware that this was a crucial opportunity, and everyone wanted to be in the starting lineup.


    Coach Yamamoto''s whistle blew sharply, breaking the momentary silence and signaling the resumption of the game.


    Lucas was a midfielder, so he saw several players advance in front of him when the ball was released. They were the strikers.


    Lucas'' heart quickened as the ball and his team advanced toward the opposing defense. His legs moved almost automatically because his eyes were focused.


    [Paying attention to the ball is important, but it can also be good to pay attention to the surrounding players.]


    ''That voice again...'' Lucas thought. ''And it''s still telling me how to play soccer? Who do you think you are?''


    [I am C¨¦os, your assistant skill.]


    Lucas was still very confused by what was happening to him, but he didn''t have time for more questions because his first opportunity came when one of the team''s players lost control of the ball. Without hesitation, he charged forward and intercepted a desperation pass.


    The crowd, made up of a few schoolmates on the railings around the field, let out a murmur of excitement.


    Lucas was known to be a good player at school, so it was somewhat normal for people to get excited when he touched the ball.


    Quickly, another player from the first team rushed towards Lucas to cover his teammate''s mistake, but Lucas almost automatically turned his body to protect the ball from his opponent. As a result, the first-team defender ran right past him, leaving a wide corridor in front of Lucas.


    "I''ll stop you, Tanaka!" shouted Nishida, suddenly appearing behind Lucas. S§×arch* The n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Nishida was a natural center forward. It was unusual for him to be so far back, running behind a midfielder. This was just a small proof that the first team players knew how dangerous Lucas could be.


    Nishida''s teammates were also quick to try to close the gap created by Lucas'' dribbling.


    [It''s wise to pass the ball.]


    "You don''t have to tell me! I know how to play soccer!" Lucas shouted.


    He quickly raised his head to look for a teammate in a better position. He saw Junpei open on the right wing. It was a perfect opportunity. Lucas fired a powerful shot, sending the ball high into the air.


    The sound of the shot echoed across the field, and for a moment, all eyes were on the sky. The ball rose so high that it cast a shadow against the bright sun.


    Junpei ran, taking advantage of the gap in the defense created by the opponent''s desperation to mark Lucas.


    However, Lucas clearly missed the speed and height of the pass. Junpei was supposed to receive the ball at his feet and run forward to cross the ball into the box or shoot, but Lucas'' pass was too high.


    Junpei even tried to head the ball from behind, but it was too high. He could barely get his head on the ball and it continued on its way, landing outside the box.


    Lucas paused, gasping as he watched the wasted opportunity.


    Junpei raised his hand in an apologetic gesture, but Lucas knew it was his fault. He had put too much force into the pass, and now the team had to regroup quickly.


    "Hey, Tanaka, what was that you were yelling?" One of Lucas'' reserve teammates asked.


    Nishida stopped beside him, a little out of breath. "It was '' I know how to play soccer!'', wasn''t it? Hhahaha!"


    "You can''t yell that and then miss a pass, man!"


    Lucas put a hand to the back of his head and followed the laughter, a little embarrassed. He didn''t even realize it, but in the heat of the moment, he yelled at C¨¦os in a loud voice.


    The game restarted with a fullback for the first team. Lucas retreated a bit down the field, already feeling the sweat running down his face and neck.


    The ball was put back into play, and the opposition began to move forward. Lucas positioned himself strategically, this time following Ceo''s advice and watching his opponents'' movements more closely. When a pass was directed to the middle, he anticipated it and tried to anticipate the ball again.


    However, Kenji, another first team midfielder, was quicker than Lucas and kept the ball for his team. He picked up the ball and made a quick pass to the left back, who in turn made a vertical pass to the first team left winger.


    The play was frenetic, and most of the first team was much more in sync. It didn''t take long for the left winger to get to the top of the box, where Nishida was screaming for the ball.


    Nishida was a natural center forward. No matter how the ball came to him in the box, he would find a way to finish. He was too dangerous not to be marked, but that wasn''t Lucas'' job.


    Lucas trusted the work of his team''s defenders and prepared for the counterattack.


    But when the ball was crossed, it didn''t go towards the penalty area, but to the halfway line, where Kenji was waiting.


    The gleam in Kenji''s eyes revealed his clear intention: he was ready to finish the job.


    From that moment on, every movement on the field seemed to be in slow motion for Lucas, who, even from a distance, was able to capture every detail with astonishing clarity.


    Kenji took a firm step forward and his right foot met the ball in mid-air. He sent it towards the goal with frightening power and precision.


    The ball sliced through the air like an arrow, or rather a spear, traveling at high speed as it spun around its own axis.


    The opposing goalkeeper tried to reach the ball, stretching as far as he could, but there was no way. The ball had a predetermined trajectory that took it straight into the upper right corner of the goal.


    The unmistakable sound of the net rattled across the pitch, followed by a brief moment of absolute silence. Then an explosion of cheers and applause swept the field, the celebration of a magnificent goal, with even the reserve players praising Kenji.


    Lucas stood still, unresponsive. At that moment, a movie played in Lucas'' head, literally the movie of his life. Kenji''s goal pushed Lucas even further away from his dream. If he couldn''t be a starter and excel in the summer league, he would never go to be a professional, just like in his previous life.


    [The hidden function of the skill <Champion System> has been unlocked].


    [The skill of <Replicator Genius> has been granted].


    [<Replicator Genius> unlocked].


    [The player Kenji Nakamaru has demonstrated the skill <Advanced First-Touch Kick>. Do you want to check the copying conditions?]

 Chapter 4 04 - Copy Conditions

    [The player Kenji Nakamaru has demonstrated the skill <Advanced First-Touch Kick>. Do you want to check the copying conditions?]This message flashed in front of Lucas''s eyes, and even though he had become accustomed to these idiosyncrasies, he was still startled by the possibility of being able to copy the skill of one of his teammates. It was an unexpected stroke of luck.


    Still, Lucas remained sane and rational. With a conscious effort, he pushed aside the initial excitement and concentrated on the message as everyone returned to their positions after Kenji''s goal.


    Yes, I want to check the copying conditions. He agreed thoughtfully, his heart racing with anticipation.


    Almost immediately, a new message appeared.


    [Skill Copy Conditions <Advanced First-Touch Kick>: Execute a first shot on goal in front of player Kenji Nakamaru].


    ''In other words, you want me to take revenge for him scoring in front of me.'' Lucas took a deep breath and understood the purpose.


    The task seemed simple in theory, but, in practice, it was a different story.


    Kenji was a clever midfielder who positioned himself very well, was solid defensively and also shot well from outside the box. It would have been a bit tricky to put him in one place on the pitch and just have him watch me kick a first touch into the goal. However, the opportunity and curiosity of learning a new skill without having to practice it for months was too tempting to ignore.


    When the ball returned to the center of the field and play returned, Lucas looked at Kenji. He had to keep an eye on the movement of the opposing team and the formation of his own team. The right opportunity would come. He just had to be ready to take it.


    The fast pace of the game didn''t slow down when the match resumed. There was no room for distractions, and Lucas remained focused.


    The ball circulated between the reserve players, and Lucas kept moving so the defense wouldn''t think he was a threat.


    Every touch, every pass, was a potential opportunity. He had to be in the right place at the right time.


    And then the opportunity came.


    The ball was passed to him, and he took it and turned his body to move up the field. The opposition tried to surround him, and Kenji seemed to stop him.


    Lucas played the ball to a teammate on his right who was passing. S§×arch* The ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The ball slid quickly along the ground, and this time the pass was accurate, but Lucas'' teammate had no room to advance and dropped the ball back into midfield.


    Still, Lucas'' forward pass alone was enough to draw the first team defense back a bit. They moved forward a bit when the ball came back to them, but Lucas didn''t retreat to his side of the pitch. He pushed forward. In doing so, he forced his team''s attackers to stay back, as well as his first team''s defenders.


    This was a dangerous thing to do because it was essential to get back to score, but it also created a huge gap between the first team defense and the midfield.


    When the reserve team kicked a ball to the right point, Kenji would look back and see more reserve team players in their backfield than his own team. This was absurd.


    With a quick glance at Kenji, who was the only one in the starting midfield who had stayed back, Lucas ran forward with the forwards.


    The reserve team''s right winger made a quick pass to the holding midfielder, who was advancing alongside the right winger.


    The holding midfielder was basically responsible for coordinating the team''s possession. In the first team, this was Kenji Nakamaru, while Lucas Tanaka was more of a No. 8, but in the reserve team, the holding midfielder was Masamitsu, a smaller kid and not as skilled as Kenji.


    Masamitsu received the ball but couldn''t hold it for long, so he passed it back to the speedy right winger, completing a triangle.


    The right winger ran to the sideline, giving the reserves time to fill the entire penalty area.


    The scenario was almost identical to Kenji''s goal, with one exception. However, this was also a classic crossing move, so the first team players had no idea that the scenario of Kenji''s goal was about to be repeated. What made this different from Kenji''s goal was the confidence of the player on the edge of the box to cross the ball exactly into the crescent.


    Lucas didn''t know all the players in the school''s soccer club, let alone have friendships with all of them, but he knew that he had the confidence of most of them because he had given goal passes to most of them.


    "Here!" Lucas ordered.


    This was something he never did, literally never, because Lucas wasn''t someone who focused on scoring goals. He wasn''t a selfish striker. But apparently the system wanted to change his nature.


    I need to score this goal! I have to turn this game around!


    The player on the edge heard the call, raised his head, and looked at his options. In the penalty area, the players were piled up, and a little behind them, they weren''t. On the halfway line, almost outside the penalty area, there was only Lucas and a few other players spread out a bit more. So he crossed for Lucas without thinking twice.


    "Take that, Tanaka!"


    The ball arced perfectly, and Lucas, his eyes fixed on the ball, swallowed dryly as he watched it head his way. He knew this was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment that could change the course of the game and, who knows, his own path to becoming a professional soccer player.


    As the ball flew through the air, Lucas noticed Kenji Nakamaru running towards him with his eyes fixed on him. Kenji was a good player, with a natural ability to position himself defensively, break down opponents, and shoot from outside the box. A classic No. 5. If we were to compare him to anyone, it would be Casemiro.


    But that didn''t matter to Lucas, who took a few steps back, adjusted his position and prepared to shoot. This was his chance, and he wasn''t going to waste it. In one fluid motion, Lucas swung his right leg back and then quickly stepped forward, kicking the ball with the instep of his right foot.


    The sound of the kick echoed across the pitch, a solid beat that sounded like a drum.


    The ball flew, cutting through the air at an impressive speed.


    [Copy Conditions Achieved].


    [Skill of <Advanced First-Touch Kick> obtained].


    [<Advanced First-Touch Kick> unlocked].


    The system''s confirmation was the icing on the cake at this point. However, the goal was yet to come.


    The trajectory of the ball suddenly made a curve and an effect as if it had been kicked with the last three toes, and went straight into the top corner of the goal, replicating Kenji''s feat.


    The sound of the ball hitting the net was like a key turning, as Lucas clenched his fist and shouted in front of Kenji:


    "THAT''S IT! THAT''S IT! WHAT A GOAL!"


    All the adrenaline and satisfaction of scoring a goal was released all at once by Lucas after so many years of not playing soccer. He couldn''t contain the joy in his heart.

 Chapter 5 05 - The End of the Training Game

    The feeling of scoring a goal was a truly unique sensation for Lucas. The happiness mixed with the accomplishment and excitement of everyone on his team was delicious. Lucas could feel his heart beating fast. He could almost taste victory, as it tasted salty from the sweat dripping down his face.The roar of celebration that echoed from his lips was an outpouring of the years of futile effort he had spent in that design office.


    On the soccer field, even if it was between four lines, Lucas Tanaka felt true freedom.


    His teammates ran toward him, their faces lit up with smiles of pure euphoria.


    That moment, that goal, was more than just a point on the scoreboard. It was proof that Lucas'' dreams were within reach of his hands - or rather, his feet. S§×arch* The N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Lucas! What a beautiful goal! Yes, yes!" shouted Mr. Yamamoto, congratulating him from the sidelines.


    Kenji, the player whose skill Lucas had copied, approached Lucas. "You were too smart this time."


    Lucas, still panting, smiled proudly: "Thank you, Kenji. It was a kick inspired by yours."


    "I could tell!"


    With the game restarted, there were only ten minutes left before the final whistle. The adrenaline was still pumping through Lucas'' veins, but he knew he had to keep a cool head and concentrate on the game. He had the system to help him. He could draw and then win.


    The first team players, alert, changed their strategy. Lucas began to feel the eyes of each defender on him, watching his movements with the intensity of predators watching their prey. They were his teammates, but he had the feeling they had never looked at him so hungrily.


    Every touch of the ball was fiercely contested, every pass a challenge to find space. This was no ordinary training session, and the other students who passed by the field after finishing their club activities that afternoon could see that.


    "Eh... The soccer club really works hard, right?"


    "During the holidays¡­ They should take it a little easier."


    "Didn''t you see the poster? There''s going to be a regional championship soon."


    "That must be why they''re working so hard."


    The clock seemed to speed up, the seconds turning into a relentless countdown.


    Lucas received the ball again and was quickly surrounded by opponents. He turned, trying to find an opening, a way forward. He made a simple touch to the right back who was advancing a bit ahead, but the ball was given back to him. This was not good. The reserves were relying on him to organize the team and keep up the aggressive pace of the game.


    Lucas'' eyes scanned the field looking for the best option for the next pass. He saw one of his team''s strikers advance and played the ball between two defenders, but a third defender cut the ball back and sent it to the left side.


    Play continued as normal. Lucas had no way of controlling the players on his team to make them play the way he wanted, but that was part of the fun of soccer. Besides, everyone was tired, and the reserve team was made up of many players who weren''t even considered part of the club; they did more training than they actually played.


    Still, Lucas Tanaka believed in winning. If there was a reason why he was back for this game, it was because he needed to use this game to change the course of his life, and he wasn''t going to waste this second chance.


    It was then that the ball, deflected by one of his team''s defenders, came back to him, slowly rolling towards him from outside the box. Normally, Lucas would dominate the ball, trying to buy himself more time to think and pass to a better-placed teammate. He was a number 8, passing was what he did.


    However, it was always by passing to other players that he never made a name for himself outside his own team and consequently never became a professional.


    The new skill he had acquired echoed in his mind... <Advanced First Kick>... He knew that he could rely on this new power, and it was what secured his goal.


    With a sudden surge of confidence, Lucas decided to take a shot at the ball as well. He swung his leg out and hit the ball, hoping it would repeat the perfect trajectory of the first goal. This time, however, the ball deflected to the right and went wide of the goal.


    "What?!" Lucas shouted, scratching his head and a little embarrassed.


    "What''s that, Tanaka? Were you trying to kill an owl?" Tsukada, number 10 in the starting lineup, asked under his breath.


    Lucas had no answer and just laughed awkwardly.


    ''Why didn''t I get it right this time? What about my new skill?''


    [The hit chance of the skill <First Kick Advanced> is 25%. The closer you are to the target, the higher the chance, and the farther you are, the lower the chance].


    [With effort and practice, it''s possible to increase the hit probability of the skill <First Kick Advanced> to 50% at medium distance.]


    C¨¦os was merciless in his analysis.


    Lucas felt a pang of frustration because he thought that the hit probability of this skill was 100%. However, it also made sense that a skill like this wouldn''t have such a high hit probability, otherwise it would be too broken. Normally, he wouldn''t even be able to hit the ball the first time.


    "Come on, Lucas! Shake it off and let''s go!" shouted Nishida, the number 9 of the first team, to encourage him.


    Despite Nishida''s words of encouragement, the game remained the same for the next few minutes, and in the last minute, Nishida personally increased the score for the first team.


    [Final score: First Team 6 x 3 Reserve Team.]


    Lucas couldn''t change the pace of the game or secure victory, so he knelt on the ground and punched the turf, frustrated at failing in his first mission.


    ''Shit, shit, shit! Maybe if I hadn''t kicked it in the first place... No, I should have kicked it!''


    [Mission "The First Step of the Second Chance" failed].


    [There will be a penalty for failing a mission].


    [The punishment will be...]


    [Daily Mission: "Effort X Reward" completed].


    [Daily Mission: Effort X Reward.


    Description: You''re not good enough, try harder.


    Daily goal:


    0/100 Pushups


    0/100 Abs


    0/100 Squats


    0/10KM Run


    Rewards:


    +1 Star Point.


    +1 Loot Box].

 Chapter 6 06 - Days that seemed so far away

    "Did I get a new mission because I failed another one?" Lucas asked himself, still on his knees, lamenting his defeat.Priiiii! A whistle blew from one side of the field. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Mr. Yamamoto taking his old metal whistle out of his mouth.


    "Please gather everyone here." Mr. Yamamoto said, gesturing with his hand for all the players to come forward.


    Tired and very sweaty, Lucas stood up and walked to the edge of the field where all the players of the soccer club were gathered.


    "Today''s practice was very good and much more intense than usual. Can any of you tell me why?" Mr. Yamamoto was the coach of the soccer club and also a physical education teacher at School Wushia, so he was very didactic in his conversations with the boys.


    One player raised his hand. "Is it because the summer championships are coming up?"


    "Very good, Kaue. I think that''s the main reason, too. Everyone on both teams was doing their best because they wanted to be in the starting lineup for the opening game of the tournament, right? I admire that about you guys. And it''s not just me..." Mr. Yamamoto pointed behind him, and there were several students from the other clubs watching them through the bars.


    "Wow, they''re really fast. Do you think they can do well this year?" One of the spectators commented to his friend as he turned to leave.


    "I don''t know much about soccer, but they seemed to be trying hard. If they show that will in the league, they''ll impress." The other replied with a shrug.


    Mr. Yamamoto drew a small smile on his wrinkled face. "You see? Even the other students are starting to notice how hard you work. So you should know that even those of you who don''t start in the first team in the first game will still be able to help us a lot during the championship. After all, substitutions exist in soccer to make the game more dynamic and fun."


    The coach, with his wise face and small eyes, looked at his students. They were all tired and worried.


    "I can see that you''re all waiting for something," Mr. Yamamoto said in a calm voice that cut through the silence like a knife. "I know you''re anxious to know who''s going to start the first game, but I''m going to reflect about it. It''s not the kind of thing you decide on the spur of the moment.


    I''m going to watch the training footage, analyze each of you, and consider not just today''s performance, but your effort, your dedication, and your tactics. You deserve that consideration."


    There was a collective murmur of mixed relief and a minor disappointment. Lucas felt a mixture of conflicting emotions. Part of him was relieved that there was no immediate decision, but another part longed to know the outcome.


    "I will send a message to each of you individually later, informing you of my decision and the reason for it," Mr. Yamamoto continued, nodding. "For now, you are dismissed. Rest, rehydrate, and prepare for Saturday. Remember, the road to victory is paved with hard work and perseverance."


    The players began to disperse, walking slowly toward the locker rooms.


    Lucas dragged himself along with them, feeling the weight of fatigue on his shoulders. He entered the locker room and began to change. Every movement seemed more difficult when he was too tired, but as a former office worker with back pain, it wasn''t that bothersome.


    As he walked to the school''s exit gate, Lucas saw someone standing there waiting for him. It was Nishida.


    "Shall we go?" Nishida asked with his usual serious face.


    "Yes." Lucas replied.


    However, Nishida noticed that Lucas'' answer seemed more automatic than usual, so he asked:


    "You''re still thinking about the game, aren''t you?"


    Lucas nodded.


    "Are you worried about not being in the starting lineup because you played badly today? If so, don''t worry too much. The coach will look at your performance in other training sessions and you played well when you came on at the end. You even scored a goal."


    "I know, but the competition in the first team midfield is very tough. Even if I played well for a few minutes, it might not be enough and..."


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    Suddenly, Nishida slapped Lucas'' back. "Don''t overthink it, Tanaka! Just trust..."


    "It''s easy to talk about being the team''s leading scorer and... Wait a minute, why do you call me by my second name and when it''s Kenji, you call him by his first name?" Lucas stopped walking and asked.


    Nishida gave him a puzzled look. Lucas'' question seemed to have an obvious answer, but it wasn''t obvious to Lucas. Nishida looked down and scratched the back of his head, a nervous habit.


    "Ah, so you forgot our promise..." Nishida began, his tone lower than usual.


    "Promise?"


    "Do you remember when we were sitting on the park field after a game a few years ago? We were talking about the names we wanted on our jerseys when we turned pro."


    Lucas blinked, trying to remember. The last fourteen stressful years had etched over many of his old memories, erasing most of them, but then the aforementioned memory slowly resurfaced.


    On that day, Lucas Nishida was laughing and dreaming far into the future.


    "Ah, yes..." Lucas murmured as the pieces fell into place. "I chose Tanaka because..."


    "Because it''s your grandfather''s name, and you said you wanted to honor him." Nishida added with a slight smile. "And I chose Nishida because, well, it''s my family name."


    Lucas laughed. "Sound cool? It doesn''t sound like something you would do these days."


    "But it''s a promise. I won''t change it until we go pro."


    So many years had passed since Lucas had a casual conversation with Nishida. It was too nostalgic for Lucas to walk home in the evening.


    He and Nishida had been close friends since they were kids, because although they had different personalities, they shared the dream of becoming professional soccer players.


    However, that friendship ended sooner than either of them expected, specifically after the Summer League. In Lucas'' former life, Nishida had a great championship and was second in scoring, while Lucas did what his position required and distributed passes.


    In the end, Nishida was selected to try out for a team in England, while Lucas Tanaka played in regional championships with Wushia High School until the end of high school.

 Chapter 7 06.5 - Back to the family

    In his former life, Lucas Tanaka wasn''t very close to his family. However, growing up and moving away from them hurt more than he could have imagined.He had a mother who ran the household. A woman with delicate features, almond eyes, and black hair. Her name was Ayumi Tanaka.


    Ayumi was traveling to the United States when she met Lucas'' father, John Tanaka, an American with black hair and blue eyes.


    John was a man of medium height, with an air of seriousness that was often intimidating, but a gentle smile that could warm anyone''s heart.


    Lucas also had a younger sister. Hana was her name, a bright and vibrant girl, only three years younger than Lucas, or thirteen. They had always been close, perhaps because they were close in age.


    Although not a family with much conflict, the Tanaka family had its challenges. John worked relentlessly at a patent office, putting in long hours to provide a stable life for his family. Ayumi, on the other hand, devoted herself to the home and the small flower shop she owned in the neighborhood.


    Running the flower shop took a lot out of Ayumi, often leaving her exhausted at the end of the day, so Lucas and Hana always helped her keep the house organized.


    Lucas grew up seeing the sacrifices his parents made. He would see his father go out early and come back late, almost always looking tired, yet trying to hide the dark circles under his glasses and his exhaustion with a forced smile. This was one of the main reasons why Lucas had so "easily" given up his dream of becoming a professional soccer player.


    He didn''t want to burden his parents with his decisions.


    "For these reasons, I need to become a professional as soon as possible and secure a salary! That way, my parents can enjoy life more!" Lucas said to himself as he stood at the door of his house.


    Then Lucas looked at his house again and admired it. It wasn''t an immense house, but it was the house he lived in until he moved to Tokyo to go to High School, so it brought back so many memories. He touched the doorknob in front of him, turned it, and saw his house after so long.


    The door creaked softly as it opened, like a welcome. He entered slowly and stood there in shock. Everything was just as he remembered it. The bright yellow walls of the foyer, the familiar smell of fresh flowers, and the cozy feeling of being home again filled his senses. However, the house seemed empty, shrouded in a silence that almost made him doubt if anyone was really there.


    He took a few tentative steps, listening to the muffled sound of his own shoes on the wooden floor, and began to remove his shoes.


    Then Lucas heard the faint sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, followed by an excited cry.


    "Lucas!" Hana, his sister, appeared at the top of the stairs. Her face beamed with joy.


    She quickly descended the stairs, skipping the last two steps to fall straight down, and excitedly approach her brother.


    "How many goals have you scored today? Six?! No, seven?!" she asked excitedly.


    Just then, Ayumi Tanaka appeared at the end of the main corridor, drying her hands with a dishcloth. She looked at her son and said, "Son, I''m glad you''re okay," she said. "Welcome back."


    Lucas felt an overwhelming emotion when he saw her. He blinked quickly to keep the tears from forming. The sight of his mother and sister contrasted sharply with the memories of the loneliness of his small apartment in Tokyo, where he felt so alone every night.


    "How are you, Mom?" he asked, his voice cracking a little.


    "We''re all fine, aren''t we?" replied Ayumi, looking a little worried. S§×ar?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "It''s nothing. I''m just a little tired."


    Ayumi smiled proudly. "That means you''re hungry. Get out of your sweaty clothes and take a shower, then come down for dinner."

 Chapter 8 07 - Star Level

    When he got home, Lucas Tanaka took a shower and went down to the second floor, where he spent some time with Hana and Ayumi, his sister and mother, respectively. It was great for him to spend some time with them, especially as his work in Tokyo hadn''t allowed him to visit his family regularly in his past life.Lucas missed them so much that he talked to them about the whole game. Soon, Hana went to take his bath, and he was left alone with his mother.


    When they were alone, Ayumi looked at her son all excited and said:


    "Go for it! I''m sure you''ll make it!" Her face was flushed, and she seemed a little embarrassed to be saying those words out loud, but you could clearly see the smile on her face and the sparkle in her eyes.


    Ayumi''s words gave Lucas the strength to remain committed to his goal, which was already very different from the timeline he had followed previously.


    Over the years and his exhausting life in the office, Lucas Tanaka had convinced himself that his decision to give up his dream of becoming a professional footballer was something that his parents had also wanted and just hadn''t said. However, this wasn''t true. Ayumi and John had always supported him in any way they could.


    So when Ayumi said those words of encouragement to him, Lucas grabbed her hands, looked into her eyes and promised:


    "Yes, Mom! I''m going to be a starter in the league and I''m going to become a professional soccer player!"


    However, not everything would be easier for Lucas in his second chance.


    Plim!


    When Mr. Yamamoto''s message arrived, the content wasn''t quite what Lucas had expected.


    {Coach Yamamoto: Good evening, Tanaka. I hope you''re recovering well from our intense training today (21:32).}


    Coach Yamamoto: Unfortunately, you won''t be in the starting eleven for the first game of the summer league. You have skill and are great for your teammates, but at times you lack vision. Ideally, you should come on in the second half, when there are more gaps in the defense, so that you can get the best out of the forwards with your good passing.


    I hope he understands my decision and, if he thinks we''re wrong, he''ll show it when he gets on the pitch.}


    Lucas was shocked. Despite the poor start and the many misplaced passes, he had played a good game and managed to set up good moves. How could he not be in the starting eleven?


    "Is it possible that he thought I did well just because the game was at the end?" Lucas asked himself after putting his cell phone down on the nightstand next to his bed.


    [Yes, it''s possible. You showed a better performance during the end of the game in the reserve team than during the beginning in the first team.] said the voice in Lucas'' mind again.


    "You! Arghh! I''d forgotten all about you."


    [Do you prefer me to keep quiet during your introspections and reflections?]


    "Yes, I mean, no... You can be useful." Lucas said. "First, now that we''re alone, I can ask: who are you?"


    [As I said before: I''m C¨¦os].


    "And what do you want from me?"


    [Nothing. I''m just another of your many abilities. C¨¦os, the God of Wisdom. I have no emotions and am driven only by purely logical calculations. I don''t care about anyone but you."]


    Lucas was still a little suspicious, but suddenly the memory of the knife in his chest and his mind fading came to the surface. He lowered his head and, with a melancholy tone, asked:


    "You, the mission windows, the fact that I''m back in time... Was all that because I died?" S~ea??h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    [Yes. Although I can''t explain the reasons, I believe that your death was the trigger for all these events.]


    "And who did it? Who is giving me this chance?"


    [...]


    [I don''t know how to answer that question.]


    "Right..." Lucas looked down at his hands. They looked so small and thin. "So, if even the God of Wisdom can''t answer me, there''s no point in wasting time thinking about these things. I need to know, C¨¦os, what my abilities are." He stood up, cheering himself up.


    [You currently have seven abilities. Among them are: <Replicator Genius>, <Champion System>...]


    "Is there a visual way of showing this?"


    [It''s possible to check all your skills visually using the <Champion System> skill].


    "And how do I activate it? Use the <Champion System> skill!" Lucas tried to say the command out loud, but nothing happened.


    [Voice commands are unnecessary. All you have to do is will the <Champion System> to appear and it will."]


    "Wish? Ah, okay, I can try."


    Lucas closed his eyes, held both hands out in front of him, and imagined that the same screen he saw during the soccer match would appear in front of him. When he opened his eyes, there was the window that looked like it had come straight out of an RPG game.


    +


    ===


    Player name: Lucas Tanaka


    Star Level: 1


    ===


    [Attributes]


    Speed: 25


    Shooting: 21


    Dribbling: 17


    Defense: 9


    Physical: 14


    Passing: 22


    ===


    [Talents]


    Ball Control: 0


    Endurance: 0


    Strength: 0


    Heading: 0


    Scoring: 0


    Vision: 0


    Positioning: 0


    ===


    Mystical Skills: <C¨¦os>; <Sharp Intuition>; <Attribute Progression>; <Supernatural Resistance>; <Champion System>; <Replicator Genius>;


    ===


    Soccer Skills: <Advanced First Kick>


    +


    "Man, it''s no wonder I was placed as a reserve. I''m zero in talents and, calculating here, my overall is 17." With a hand to his face, Lucas said as he stared at that data window. "Also, what is this thing called ''Star Level''? I remember seeing it somewhere."


    [Star Level is the Champion System''s way of measuring how famous you are. You have a star, which means you''re not even an amateur player. I estimate that for you to reach the level of a low-level professional player you need 14 stars.] said C¨¦os.


    "What? 14? Is that serious?"


    [Yes. Even the worst professional players are hundreds of times better than ordinary people, even much better than normal high school kids like you].


    "You tell me I''m not an amateur player and then you put me on the same level as ordinary people... You''re going to hurt me like that!"


    [If you want to know, in front of a professional footballer, the difference between amateur footballers and normal people doesn''t exist.]


    "Okay, okay. I''ve managed to understand how incredible professional footballers are."


    [Warning! The Daily Mission has not yet been completed! Complete it or your attributes may decrease].


    "Wait, the daily mission I received at the end of the game was for today? Shit!" Lucas got out of bed quickly. "I can''t afford to lose attributes. All the ones I have are already too low!"

 Chapter 9 08 - Daily Mission

    Lucas ran out of the room, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He ran down the stairs quickly, making a lot of noise.Ayumi was startled when she heard the noise. When she went to see what it was, Lucas was putting on a shoe and his jacket at the same time.


    "Where are you going? It''s late." She asked, a little confused.


    Lucas was balancing on his right leg as he tried to put the shoe on his left foot.


    "I''m just going to the store to get a drink to replenish my electrolytes. I''ll be right back!" Lucas said, opening the door to the house.


    "All right, but don''t be too long!"


    "Right!"


    The sky outside was very dark, which immediately reminded Lucas of the moment of his death. He felt a tightness in his chest. It was fear, maybe terror. But that wouldn''t stop him.


    "Come on, come on..." Lucas muttered to himself as his footsteps echoed down the street.


    He wanted to run to the local park, where he could get some exercise, and that would also cover half of the distance he needed to run.


    As he ran towards the park, Lucas felt the cold night wind on his face. He passed people on their way home from work, some of whom waved as he passed. And he didn''t even recognize most of these people anymore. He probably should have, but he didn''t. After all, it had been 14 years since he had been a young man again.


    Soon, each step seemed harder than the last and his lungs began to burn from lack of air. But it was almost 10 p.m. and he couldn''t stop, not when he could actually lose attributes. S~ea??h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Man, I really screwed up this time..." he thought as he adjusted his pace and tried to conserve his energy.


    It took longer than expected, but Lucas arrived at the local park. It was empty and identical to the place he remembered.


    The local park was on the edge of a forest, so there were a lot of trees and the place was pretty empty at night. Fortunately, the training area was right at the entrance. Lucas didn''t have to go deeper into the park to complete his mission.


    The squats and sit-ups were relatively easy for Lucas. He didn''t like to brag about it, but he was more athletic than most boys his age.


    The pushups were the real challenge. Soccer had made his legs strong since he was a kid, but soccer didn''t help him develop strength in his upper limbs at all, so Lucas was quite skinny. He had to break the pushups into sessions, twenty at a time, and even then it was very difficult.


    By the end, Victor''s arms were shaking, and he was exhausted. But C¨¦os didn''t let him forget the main goal.


    [You have 48 minutes left before the daily mission fails.]


    Immediately after finishing his push-ups, Lucas had to run back to his house.


    Each mile seemed like an eternity. He kept the system window open to monitor the distance he was running in real time.


    A professional runner could cover 5 kilometers in about 25 minutes, maintaining an extraordinary pace of 5 minutes per kilometer.


    Lucas'' greatest attribute was speed, but he was far from running like a pro. Therefore, it would take Lucas 40 to 50 minutes to run this 5K. If he made it, he would be right on schedule.


    His footsteps echoed in his mind, like a steady beat he had to follow. He passed a small grocery store with its fluorescent lights shining brightly, then a house with a dog barking excitedly behind a fence.


    When he finally reached the corner of his house, his body ached so much that he had to stop to catch his breath.


    "Ha... Ha..." He gasped with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.


    Sweat was dripping from his face, and his back was soaked. He could feel it. His lungs seemed to be on fire, and every breath was a struggle.


    Suddenly, a system window appeared in front of him.


    [Daily Mission Completed].


    [Congratulations! You''ve completed the "Effort X Reward" daily mission.]


    [You have increased your Physical by 3 points.]


    [You have increased your Speed by 2 points.]


    [You have received the following rewards: +1 Star Point and +1 Loot Box].


    Lucas lifted his head, looked at the pop-ups that appeared before his eyes, and smiled, but the smile soon faded.


    "That was... horrible. Please, God, never let me go through that again."


    ***


    Beep! Beep! Beep!


    The next morning, when Lucas'' alarm clock beeped, and he opened his eyes, the mission was there again.


    [Daily Mission: Effort X Reward.


    Description: You''re not good enough. Try harder.


    Daily goal:


    0/100 pushups


    0/100 abs


    0/100 Squats


    0/10KM run


    Rewards:


    +1 Star Point


    +1 Loot Box].


    Lucas rubbed his eyes and stared at the bright system screen, which once again displayed the daily mission. He let out a long, exasperated sigh.


    "Ahh... Of course, it is a daily mission. It won''t be that easy to get rid of it." Lucas said to himself. "But if I have to go through this every day, I at least have to know if it''s worth it." He muttered to himself and decided to take a closer look at the system.


    Without even washing his face, the first thing Lucas did that morning was browse through the options on the Champion System interface. He had seen something the night before, but had left it until the next day to check it out more calmly.


    "Yes, here it is."


    He found a section marked "Inventory" that he hadn''t explored yet. His fingers moved over the holographic screen and he clicked on the chest icon. To his surprise, an inventory appeared, very much like those in role-playing games, with those many square slots. There were many empty spaces, and the only one that glowed was occupied by a small golden box labeled "Loot Box".


    Lucas'' eyes widened in disbelief.


    "So... it''s real?" He asked in disbelief. "I actually get physical rewards for these efforts, and they''re stored here?"


    Lucas touched the golden box, and a menu appeared with the option of opening the loot box. Eager to see where it would go, he selected OPEN.


    The virtual box collapsed into inventory lights, visually revealing a series of items.


    [You must select an item from


    1 - Small Healing Potion.


    2 - Speed Boots (+2 speed).


    3 - Restorative Elixir.]


    Lucas blinked a few times, trying to absorb the information. ''A healing potion? Speed Boots? And Restorative Elixir?'' He was confused. It was as if he was playing a game.


    "This is unbelievable..." He whispered, still in shock. Of all the absurd things that had happened to him in the past day, this game of his life was the most out of touch with reality.


    His thoughts were interrupted by a line from C¨¦os.


    [You can access your inventory at any time to use the items you have purchased.]


    Still sitting on his bed, Lucas decided to experiment. He selected the healing potion, and as if by magic, the potion appeared in his hand.


    [You have selected ''Small Healing Potion''.]


    It was a small glass bottle with a bright red liquid inside. This could be useful if he was injured before the championship and needed a quick recovery.


    Lucas held it for a moment, still incredulous, before deciding to put it back in his inventory. The potion disappeared from his hand and returned to virtual space.


    "So that''s how it works..." Lucas muttered to himself. Then he remembered the speed boots.


    With a smile on his face, he got up from his bed, put a hand to his face, and a broad grin appeared on his face.


    "If I choose the speed boots later, the daily mission will be much easier? Why didn''t I think of that? I have to take the test."


    Just like that, Lucas began to understand a little more about how overpowered the Champion system was.

 Chapter 10 09 - Nishida

    Right after breakfast, Lucas Tanaka hurried out of the house again.Hana looked at Ayumi and asked with her mouth full:


    "Mom, why did brother leave so early? We''re on summer vacation, there''s no school today. Did he forget?"


    Ayumi smiled at Hana and put more rice on the table. "No, he didn''t forget that he''s on vacation. I think he''s just a little upset with himself."


    "Hmm?" Hana didn''t understand what Ayumi meant. "Why should he be upset?"


    "Because Mr. Yamamoto didn''t start him in the first game of the summer league."


    The confused look on Hana''s face didn''t change, even after her mother explained. Hana was the kind of girl who thought soccer was cool, but she only knew the basic concept of which goal was cool.


    "Huh? Is Mr. Yamamoto still strict?" A heavyset person entered the conversation. It was John, Lucas'' father, who entered the kitchen.


    Ayumi laughed at her husband''s remark. "Do you still think he''s strict because he didn''t let you coach the team?"


    "He should have, but he said I was too American to know the rules that make soccer different from football." John adjusted his tie and approached Ayumi. "Please, dear, help me with this."


    "Does that mean brother is bad?" Hana asked, stuffing more food into her mouth. S~ea??h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    John looked back over his shoulder and explained, "Of course not! Your brother is a very good player, but Mr. Yamamoto is very strict. I bet he''s doing this to Lucas to teach him a lesson. Don''t worry, I bet Lucas'' team will make it to the semi-finals and we''ll be able to watch them live in Nagoya."


    "That''s right. And he''ll score a lot of goals." Ayumi said after she finished tying John''s tie. Then she kissed his cheek and said, "Now go eat before the rice gets cold, dear."


    *


    Surprisingly, Lucas managed to complete the exercises faster than the night before.


    [Daily Mission Completed]


    [Congratulations! You''ve completed the "Effort X Reward" daily mission.]


    [You have increased your Physique by 1 point.]


    [You have increased your Speed by 1 point].


    [You have received the following rewards: +1 Star Point and +1 Loot Box].


    Still, he was panting heavily and sweating profusely. He could barely breathe, but he smiled with relief when he saw the mission completion message.


    "Haa... I don''t know how I''m holding up..." He said to himself, panting.


    Staggering, Lucas went to the water fountain in the local park and stuck his head under the tap to cool off. He let the cool water run down his face, feeling every drop relieve the stifling summer heat.


    The sound of the cicadas was almost deafening, an incessant chorus echoing through the still empty park.


    Then he slowly turned away from the faucet, ran a hand through his wet hair, and took a deep breath.


    As he staggered to a nearby bench, Lucas'' mind began to replay the events that had brought him to this point. It hadn''t been long since he had been nothing more than a tired wage earner, stuck in a relentless work routine. For years he had buried his passion for soccer, believing it to be a dying flame, a youthful dream that would never come true. But on the night he died, everything changed.


    Either by luck or for some mysterious reason, he was given a new opportunity to rewrite his story and decided to dedicate himself with all his being to fulfilling his dream of becoming a professional soccer player.


    The summer championship was his big chance, and he couldn''t afford to miss it.


    He looked up at the blue sky, his eyes squinting against the intense glare of the sun. "I''ll make it," he muttered to himself, feeling a wave of renewed determination. "I have to make it."


    The sound of his cell phone vibrating interrupted his thoughts. Lucas quickly took the device out of his pocket and saw that it was a message from Nishida, his best friend.


    [Nishida: I''m already in the usual place, waiting for you.]


    [Tanaka: What? Why?]


    [Nishida: ?]


    [Nishida: Don''t you remember what I asked you to do?]


    [Tanaka: Oh yes! I just remembered. I''m in the park now. Can you come?]


    [Nishida: What? You didn''t even wait for me? :|!]


    [Tanaka: Sorry, I ran out and didn''t realize! Sorry, sorry!]


    [Nishida: Dude, I''m coming. I''ll be right there].


    It was only through Nishida''s messages that Lucas remembered that he had promised to help Nishida learn how to pass, and that he hadn''t been chosen by Mr. Yamamoto as a starter at his last chance, either. Such old memories didn''t come easily, but reliving those moments made it easier for him to remember.


    Anyway, even though he had promised Nishida that he would try to help him, there was nowhere for him to go. He just sat on the bench, closed his eyes and waited.


    A light breeze brought the sound of approaching footsteps faster than Lucas had expected. He opened his eyes to see Nishida running toward him, a soccer ball tucked tightly under his arm.


    "Hey, shall we go?" Nishida said, looking focused.


    After that, the two of them went to the park''s futsal field. The court was empty, surrounded by a wire fence and with a weathered concrete floor.


    Nishida was the classic center forward. He was tall and physically stronger than most players, not to mention an absurd finishing ability. However, Nishida lacked all the skills expected of a striker. In fact, most of the time, Nishida didn''t even know how to pass the ball without making a mistake, so the ball almost always came to him for him to finish.


    Nishida was bothered by his own limitations, so he was determined to change.


    "Okay, Nishida," Lucas said, catching his breath after laughing. "Let''s start with the basics. First of all, you need to learn how to stop the ball and make accurate passes. Without that, no matter how much you run or shoot, you won''t be able to create good opportunities for others. Go to the area, I''ll demonstrate, and you should repeat afterwards."


    "All right."


    Lucas kicked the ball into the corner. In the futsal field, the space was much smaller and therefore did not require as much strength and technique. Lucas then kicked the ball and made a perfect cross. The ball came in high and slightly curved, right where Nishida was standing.


    Suddenly, Nishida bent his legs and made an impressive leap to head the ball straight into the goal.


    The ball went into the back of the net with a satisfying thud.


    Nishida fell to the ground with a huge smile on his face. His greatest joy was scoring goals.


    "It was a perfect ball." Nishida thanked him.


    Lucas didn''t even react to the goal. To Nishida, Lucas seemed to stare into nothingness.


    "Are you okay, man?"


    However, Lucas was focused on something else in front of his eyes.


    [The player Tsuyoshi Nishida has just demonstrated the skill <Stellar Impulse>. Do you want to check the copying conditions for this skill?]

 Chapter 11 10 -

    "What''s the matter, Tanaka? Are you angry because I finished?" Nishida asked, confused by the look on Lucas'' face.His friend''s question brought Lucas back to reality, and he shook his head.


    "It''s not that. I was just surprised at how high you jumped. How do you do that?"


    "Why are you asking me now? I thought we were here because you wanted to teach me how to pass."


    "Yes, that''s why we''re here. But it''s only fair that you teach me something as well, right?"


    The truth was, there was a reason why Lucas wanted Nishidato teach him how to jump up to his head.


    [Skill Copy Conditions <Stellar Impulse>: Beat Nishida''s pride and make him teach you the technique he uses to jump higher].


    "First of all," Lucas continued. "Why did you jump before the ball I kicked reached you? I''m sure the ball would have landed on your foot if you hadn''t jumped up and headed it before it did."


    Nishida walked over to the goal, picked up the ball, and squeezed it. "I''m a goal-scoring striker. It''s natural for me to try to touch the ball as soon as I get a cross. Whether it''s a corner or a cross after a through ball, defenders always get in front of big strikers like me to keep the ball out, so I also have to get forward and fight to get a header on the ball."


    "So you think..." Lucas finished.


    "Hey, of course I think! I''m not an airhead!" Nishida shouted, annoyed that he was being honest.


    "Calm down, calm down! I didn''t mean that I think you''re stupid or anything! I was just surprised that this was a well thought out action."


    "Argh! Strikers have to think too, not just put the ball in the net and go out to celebrate."


    That day, Lucas noticed something he had never noticed before. On the field, the players were like cogs in a gigantic clock. If the goal was like the bell ringing at noon on the clock, the strikers were the last cogs.


    "I think... I want to be a striker." For the first time, Lucas expressed an idea that had been forming in his mind since he had gone back in time. Sear?h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Nishid alooked at Lucas in surprise. He had always known Lucas as a classic No8, a midfielder who rarely missed a pass, so he had never imagined him as a striker.


    Nishida let out a deep sigh, tossed the ball up, and caught it again before speaking.


    "It''s difficult to be a striker, Tanaka. Most soccer players dream of being strikers when they''re kids. They want to be the heroes, the ones who score the goals and get standing ovations from the crowd. But as time goes on, many discover that they don''t have the talent or the mentality, and end up moving backwards on the pitch to find positions that suit them better.


    Even goalkeepers dream of being strikers at first, before realizing that their skills are better suited to defense than offense."


    Lucas knew that his friend was right. Being a striker wasn''t just a matter of wanting to be one, it was a matter of having the talent and determination to face the greatest challenges and expectations that came with the position. It was an absurd amount of pressure.


    Normally, Lucas wouldn''t dream of such a thing, but with the Champion System, it seemed like an achievable goal.


    "I understand that, Nishida. I know that being a striker is one of the most difficult positions, and people expect more from a striker than from any other position on the pitch. That''s why I need to learn how to score goals in every way. That''s why I want you to teach me how to jump high so I can fight in the box. I want to learn everything I need to be a good striker like you."


    Nishida looked at Lucas'' determined expression and realized that he was really committed to this new ambition. He couldn''t deny the strength of his friend''s will, and maybe, just maybe, Lucas could really make this change in position.


    "All right, Tanaka," Nishida said, tossing the ball to Lucas'' feet. "I''ll help you. But high jumping isn''t just a question of leg strength; it involves technique, timing, and most of all, a lot of practice."


    Lucas smiled. "That''s why we''re going to train together. You''ll work on your passes and crosses, while I''ll work on my headers and shots. Let''s start now."


    Nishida nodded in agreement and began to explain the basics of the push-up.


    "To jump high, the first thing you have to master is positioning. When you see the ball coming, you need to adjust your body to maximize the force and..."


    It had been a long day, but by the end of it, Lucas and Nishida had learned something completely new.


    After a series of unsuccessful attempts, Lucas positioned himself in the area and waited for Nishida''s cross.


    The ball came in high and fast. It wasn''t a perfect header, but it was Nishida''s best cross yet.


    With his eyes fixed on the trajectory, Lucas prepared to jump. He bent his knees and jumped with all the strength he could muster in his legs. In the air, he felt the lightness and power of the momentum, as if he were floating for a brief moment. That was inertia.


    His head met the ball at the perfect point, and he headed it into the goal.


    [Copy Conditions Achieved].


    [Skill of <Stellar Impulse> acquired].


    [<Star Boost> unleashed].


    Lucas landed with a broad smile on his face, panting but triumphant. He looked at Nishida, who was sweating and panting heavily.


    "I did it..." Nishida murmured, surprised by his pass.


    "That was incredible, Nishida! You did it!" Lucas shouted.


    Nishida, with his black hair, even looked a little shy. "Thanks... I mean, I would have done it before, but you never reached the ball!"


    "Right. Well, let''s keep practicing and get even better." Lucas picked up the ball.


    "No, it''s getting late. We haven''t even had lunch, and tomorrow is travel day. We have to go back to the house and rest."


    "You know you''re a lot more regimented than you seem to others, right?" Lucas joked, but he was tired as well.


    Just then, new notifications from the Champion System finally appeared.


    [You have completed a training session. Your attributes can be increased...]


    [You have increased your Headbutt skill by 5 points.]


    [You have increased your Stance skill by 3 points.]


    ''So this is how I increase my talents?''


    [Yes, your talents will be improved with training that focuses on those talents, because normal training can''t improve them.] C¨¦os replied quickly.


    ''Okay, but what''s the difference between the "talents" and my normal attributes? Because my dribbling definitely won''t be improved by doing push-ups.''


    [The "dribbling" attribute is called that because dribbling requires agility. By developing your agility, you will improve your ability to complete dribbles. However, there is no way to measure your dribbling repertoire. Dribbling is a body technique that you have to learn on your own or get a special skill for. Some players dribble almost automatically].


    ''I see¡­''


    "What are you doing, Tanaka? Take the ball and come on. I''ll buy us a drink before we go!"


    "I''ll take coffee." Lucas said.


    "Coffee? You sound like an old man sometimes."

 Chapter 12 11 - Chubu Region Summer Championship

    The Chubu Region Summer Championship was a small championship with only sixteen school teams from invited high schools.Lucas and Nishida''s school was Wushia High School, and in the past, it had achieved great success, reaching the semifinals of the national championship two years in a row. However, in recent years, Wushia High School''s results have not been very impressive.


    The only reason Wushia High continued to be invited to the Chubu Region Summer Championships every year was because of Mr. Yamamoto''s coaching contacts and friends.


    In most regions of Japan, the summer school championships weren''t important, but in Kanto and Chubu, the high school teams took them very seriously because the summer break was the time when the players could give their all and focus entirely on the soccer club.


    This year, the summer championship would be held far away from Fukui, where Wushia School was located. It would be held in Nagoya, a large city in the region. Because of this, the atmosphere on the bus was different than usual.


    "Are we there yet?" Kuwabara asked.


    Mr. Yamamoto, who was sitting on the first seat of the bus with his arms crossed, denied it. "There are still a few kilometers to go."


    "Ah... this four-hour trip is tiring me out," Hidefumi said, rubbing his temples.


    "But it''s only been a little over an hour." Yuuga, the blonde-haired, rosy-cheeked boy next to Hidefumi, answered him.


    "Dude... why are you even on my side? I told you, there''s enough room on the bus for everyone to have two seats. There''s only our club here."


    Hidefumi pointed to the back of the bus, showing that there were enough seats for Yuuga, who promptly hugged himself and started to dramatize.


    "No, I''m afraid of being too lonely in a seat by myself! Besides, it''s much more important for us to bond during the trip. It''s important for the team dynamic!"


    "Tsk! Will you shut up?" Tsukada asked, taking off his headset for a moment. "There are people here trying to concentrate on today''s game."


    There was complete silence after Tsukada asked. He had an imposing presence that everyone respected. Even though he was easily irritated and very self-centered at times, everyone knew that he was someone who didn''t play well when something shook him, and he was the important number 10.


    Anyway, Lucas watched the whole interaction with a slight smile. He remembered all the times the same arguments and little intrigues had taken place during their travels.


    The little rivalries, the jokes, the moments of tension and camaraderie were all part of what he loved most about traveling with the soccer club.


    After a few minutes, the bus entered a larger highway. The city of Nagoya began to appear on the horizon, with its tall buildings and constant movement of cars. The city was huge and contrasted with the rural tranquility of Fukui.


    The excitement on the bus grew immediately.


    "Guys, look at that! It''s Nagoya!" Kawabara exclaimed, pointing to the view.


    Everyone turned to the windows and admired the city. For many of them, this was a rare opportunity to visit a metropolis like Nagoya. The buzz of excited voices filled the bus, and Mr. Yamamoto didn''t scold them for acting like children.


    When they got off the bus in front of the hotel, everyone was wearing the school''s winter sports uniform.


    Lucas was one of the last to disembark. He took a deep breath and felt the Nagoya air filling his lungs. It was different from Tokyo, but it still smelled like a big city.


    "Come on, guys. Form two lines and grab your bags," Mr. Yamamoto ordered, his firm voice cutting through the group''s euphoria.


    Hidefumi, still rubbing his temples, was the first to grab his backpack and get into position.


    "I hope this hotel has comfortable beds..." he muttered, drawing laughter from some of the nearby players.


    Hidefumi was the laziest player on the team and always seemed to be bored.


    Yuuga patted Hidefumi''s back. "Relax man. The best is yet to come. We''re going to win this championship and maybe meet some girls from Nagoya."


    Hidefumi just rolled his eyes, but couldn''t hide a small smile at the corner of his mouth. Yuuga''s strange personality was sometimes hard to resist. S§×arch* The N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The hotel they stayed in was simple. However, when the group entered the lobby, the players were impressed by the decor. The marble floor shone beneath their feet, and there was a large television and a spacious sofa.


    "This place is amazing!" exclaimed Kuwabara, throwing himself onto the sofa.


    "Concentrate, Kuwabara." Tsukada said in a serious tone. "We''re here to play, not to stare at the hotel like country bumpkins."


    Kuwabara''s smile disappeared. "Right, sorry..."


    Lucas, observing the interaction, felt that Tsukada was being too uncomfortable. He knew that the pressure was high, especially for Tsukada, who always carried the weight of the team''s expectations on his shoulders, but he shouldn''t put that weight on the other players.


    Mr. Yamamoto approached the reception desk, where a woman with a professional smile was waiting for them.


    "Welcome to the Sakura Hotel. You''re from Wushia High School, right?" The clerk asked, handing the coach a list of rooms. "I hope you have a nice stay."


    "Thank you," Mr. Yamamoto replied and took the list. He turned to the players and began handing out room keys. "Remember guys, we have a big game later. I want everyone rested and ready to go."


    "And no trouble. Be here in an hour at the latest, because we have to leave for the Asset Minato Soccer Stadium."


    The players nodded and lined up to get their room keys. Soon, they were heading for the elevators.


    Lucas would be sharing a room with Nishida, so he followed his longtime friend down the elegant corridor. Nishida was strangely quiet, probably concentrating on the game. Lucas decided not to disturb him any more than necessary.


    ''I have to concentrate too. Not this championship... This first game could decide if I''m chosen by the scouts or not.'' Lucas concluded, clenching his fists.

 Chapter 13 12 - Rival Schools

    "We''re here!" Mr. Yamamoto announced, opening his arms.Behind him was an imposing stadium with modern structures. It was the largest stadium most of the Wushia High School boys had seen in their lives, so everyone was impressed.


    "Ohhh! It''s so big!"


    In fact, the Asset Minato Soccer Stadium was much bigger than the small stadiums in their town. The roof of the stands was a futuristic steel and glass structure with solar panels that powered the stadium with renewable energy.


    All around the entrance, bright and colorful banners displayed images of professional players participating in the Chubu Region Summer Championship, serving as advertisements.


    "Look at that, guys," said Kenji, the team captain, with a smile on his face as he pointed to a championship banner with the symbol of Adidas, a world-famous clothing brand.


    Adidas sponsored the championship with sports equipment.


    The boys began to act excited like, well, soccer-mad boys. This was the first championship for most of them, so they were excited.


    Suddenly, as everyone was getting off, a bus pulled up next to them. Players from another school got off the bus. Their uniforms were bright blue with white details. Their confidence was evident with every step they took toward the stadium entrance.


    "Hey, check it out." One of the boys from the other school said with a mischievous smile. "Looks like we got a bunch of rednecks here today."


    Nishida, known for his no-tolerance temper, felt his blood boil. His hands clenched into fists and he took a step forward.


    "What did you say?" said Nishidaangrily. "Bumpkin is what you''ll become after I stick my hand in your face, because you''ll never want to live in a society with a disfigured face again!"


    The boys from the other school were startled, thinking they had spoken so softly that no one could hear.


    "Calm down, Nishida. Calm down." Mr. Yamamoto intervened, stepping in front of Nishidato stop him from attacking the boys from the other school. "There''s no point in fighting over this. Let''s prove our worth on the field, not out here."


    Some boys from the other school laughed at the scene of an old man trying to hold back the boy with the spiky tuft, but before the situation could get any worse, a girl approached the boys who had provoked this situation. She was short, with blue hair pulled back in a ponytail, and her eyes showed authority.


    "Hey, assholes!" she said, slapping the two laughing boys on the head. "Show some respect." S§×ar?h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The boys immediately fell silent, rubbing their heads where they had been hit.


    "I''m sorry for their behavior," the girl said, bowing to Mr. Yamamoto and the Wushia High School boys. "They''re not usually like this, I promise. By the way, I''m Hasumi Seiya from Hanrahan High School."


    Mr. Yamamoto was grateful for the intervention. "Thank you, Miss Seiya. I''m Mr. Yamamoto, coach of Wushia High School."


    Hasumi smiled and turned to his colleagues. "Come on, guys. Show everyone that we know how to behave."


    As the players from the other school entered the stadium, Nishidastill looked angry. His fists were still clenched, and he was muttering through his teeth.


    "We can''t let this go to waste," he said to Tanaka, who was standing next to him.


    "I know, Nishida," Tanaka replied calmly. "But Mr. Yamamoto is right. Let''s prove ourselves on the field. This place is full of strong schools. We can''t let anyone underestimate us or call us bad or weak.


    Right now, they think we''re just salmon in a sea of sharks. Let them keep thinking that, because when they least expect it, we''re going to show up as killer whales."


    Nishidawas surprised by Tanaka''s mature reaction. His eyebrows went up, but then he became serious, put his hands in his coat pockets, and nodded.


    The Wushia High School boys followed their coach down a long corridor that led to the locker rooms.


    "I have to say, this place is emptier than I expected." Toshinori, the starting goalie, said with a serious look on his face. He was 16 years old, and this was his first championship.


    Since it was the summer championship, everyone expected many schools from all over the Chubu region, but there were only six school buses in the parking lot and not many kids in the hallways.


    Mr. Yamamoto smiled at the corner of his mouth. "That''s because we''re weak."


    The coach''s answer stunned everyone. How could he say something like that just a few minutes into the game? Despite their surprise, no one dared to argue with the coach and waited for him to continue.


    "Wushia School is one of the few schools invited to this tournament for social reasons. We haven''t had any significant results in the past few years, and we''re known as THE WEAKEST because of our performance in the National Championships over the past ten years. We haven''t even won our first qualifying match in four years.


    The only reason we still have official matches and friendlies against other schools is because of the history that the alumni of Wushia High School have built."


    At the same time as Mr. Yamamoto was explaining, they entered the locker room area. On the walls of this long, wide corridor, there was a long sticker with pictures of various famous players from around the world.


    "But to me, that''s the fun of soccer," Mr. Yamamoto said.


    "What''s so cool about it?" asked Yuuga.


    "Isn''t it exciting for you, too, to know that when you play well and win, you''re literally making history with your feet? Every goal you score, every victory you win, you go down into the team''s history. That''s the part that excites me the most about soccer. The power to make things bigger, the power to change.


    Today, Wushia High School is weak, but you can write a story in this championship and write your names in the history of Wushia High School as the players who brought this school back into the spotlight."


    They hadn''t even entered the locker room or stood on the sidelines yet, but Mr. Yamamoto''s speech made them feel as if they were already on the field playing soccer.


    Lucas Tanaka was in shock. He didn''t remember Mr. Yamamoto''s speech, so hearing it was like a slap in the face. He clenched his hands and thought:


    ''The old man is right! We have to do this! I have to do it! My first goal as a professional is to win this championship and change the history of Wushia College.''

 Chapter 14 13 - Tactical Formation

    In the locker room where Lucas Tanaka and the others were assigned, there was another team from another school soccer club, but the locker room was big enough for each of them to sit in a corner.As Lucas put on his boots, he remembered when he got the same boots from Ayumi and John. That evening, after John came home from work, he called Lucas into the living room where John and Ayumi were waiting for him with a gift box in their hands.


    "Lucas, we know it''s not just your birthday, but we want to give you something to encourage you to continue playing soccer in high school. We know you have great potential, and great players need good boots, right?"


    Ayumi handed the box to Lucas, who opened it with trembling hands. Inside was a new pair of blue boots. His eyes filled with tears and he couldn''t help but hug Ayumi and John tightly.


    "Thank you, Dad. Thank you, Mom. I promise I''ll do my best. Always." Lucas declared, his voice choked with emotion that day.


    Lucas was determined to let his parents'' great deeds inspire him to achieve his dreams, but even after going back in time, things weren''t going quite as Lucas had hoped. Even though he had the system, he couldn''t change Mr. Yamamoto''s mind and started as an alternate.


    Their first game in the league was against Karaso High School, who wore red and black, and the Wushia High School''s first team was playing well.


    The game was already underway, and Lucas, sitting on the bench, could only watch and cheer for his teammates on the field. Sitting on the bench in a situation like this would be a pain for anyone, but it was especially annoying for him, who had been on the first team a few times. The only reason he wasn''t there was because Mr. Yamamoto felt he was more important to come on in the second half.


    The stands in the stadium weren''t full, but there were a few dozen people watching, which made it more difficult than just playing for schoolmates watching from the windows.


    At the beginning of the first half, Wushia High School had the majority of the possession, and they were eager to score the first goal by connecting the midfield with the attack led by Tsuyoshi Nishida.


    In one of these moments of connection, Tsukada received a pass from Kenji in midfield and began to advance, dribbling past two Karaso players with agility. Despite his pride, Tsukada was the team''s number 10. There was no denying that he was very good, and even the few fans were a bit impressed by the ease with which he was able to get rid of Karaso High School''s strong marking.


    After attracting more marking off his dribble, Tsukada quickly passed the ball back to Kenji.


    The No. 8 made his way down the right flank, using his speed to leave the defenders in his wake.


    Nishida was positioned in the area, ready to receive the cross, and as always, he called out:


    "I''m here!"


    Kenji crossed the ball to Nishida. The striker was pressured by a defender, but he had tremendous physical strength and jumped up just in time. His head hit the ball with a powerful impact.


    Everyone expected the ball to hit the net as it flew toward the goal. However, the Karaso School goalkeeper, with his impressive reflexes, managed to touch the ball with his fingertips and deflect it slightly.


    The ball then sailed over the crossbar for a corner.


    The collective excitement of the Wushia High School boys on the bench turned to groans of disappointment and continued to do so for the next few minutes.


    Karaso High School had a classic 4-3-3 tactical formation, which in simplified terms meant that they had 4 defenders, 3 midfielders, and 3 strikers. As such, Karaso High School didn''t pose much of a threat to Wushia High School''s 3-4-3 formation.


    With an extra player in the midfield, High School Wushia was able to better connect the midfield with the attack, so they had a much higher volume of attacking play than their opponents.


    Surprisingly, the game continued like this, with High School Wushia constantly pressing, but unable to break through High School Karaso''s compact defense. Every attempt to attack was thwarted by the relentless defense, which left Nishida no room to finish accurately.


    On the sidelines, coach Mr. Yamamoto shouted instructions, trying to keep the team focused and excited. But the team''s inability to score on so many chances was making them anxious.


    "They''re playing for a draw. They''re cowards," muttered Yuuga, number 4, on the bench next to Lucas. He was visibly annoyed, tapping his foot repeatedly on the floor. "This is so frustrating! It''s like they don''t even want to win. Where is the will to win?"


    Lucas shook his head negatively, keeping his eyes on the field.


    "It''s natural for them to play like that. We have very good midfielders who always manage to connect with Nishida. With four players at the back, they can practically double-team him, which means they can neutralize our top scorer. It''s a defensive strategy that tires out our midfielders, forcing them to work harder to find space while their team rests."


    "Oh, so they''re clever cowards? That doesn''t change the fact that they''re cowards."


    "If they win, it doesn''t matter if they were cowards or not. Soccer tends to favor those who have possession, and the best teams tactically tend to have possession. But that''s not a rule. The best teams are the ones who win. That''s always been one of the main rules of football... We have to find a way to overcome this defense.


    This is a game of patience as much as skill."


    The first half continued at the same pace. Wushia High School dominated possession, but every attempt to attack was met by Karaso''s well-organized defense.


    Tsukada, Kenji, Yukihiro, and Nishidatried incessantly, but to no avail. Fatigue began to show on the faces of the players.


    At the 35th minute, a new attack was launched. Tsukada advanced through the center, dribbled past a defender, and passed to Kenji on the right. Kenji, with a determined look on his face, made a cross gesture, glancing at Nishida, and the defenders swarmed around No. 9 to prevent him from finishing.


    "Get out of here, you bastards!" Nishida said, gritting his teeth.


    But Kenji was smart. He knew that Nishida would be double-teamed at the first sign of a normal cross, so he pretended to cross and cut inside, keeping an eye on the goal of shooting from outside the area.


    He was about to shoot when a midfielder appeared like a shadow behind him and closed the angle of the shot, causing Kenji''s shot to deflect upward and then fall quietly into the hands of the opposing goalkeeper.


    "Come on, boys!" yelled Mr. Yamamoto from the sidelines, trying to get his players'' spirits up.


    However, it was clear that the physical strain was beginning to affect the team, both tactically, with more silly mistakes, and emotionally.


    Lucas was watching closely, eager to get out on the field. He knew he could make a difference, but he also understood that he had to wait his turn. His opportunity would come, he just had to be ready.


    A sharp whistle signaled the end of the first half, and the Wushia High School players dragged themselves to the bench, where Lucas and the other reserves played the role of helpers, handing out bottles of water and offering words of support.


    Lucas handed Nishida a bottle of water and said: Sear?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Don''t worry, man. The goal will come."


    Nishida took the bottle but said nothing. He was too frustrated to speak.


    Just then, a system message appeared for Lucas.


    [New Main Mission!]


    [Main Mission Name: First Step to Stardom


    Description: You must prove that you are ready and have the potential to become a professional soccer player.


    Objective: Score a goal or provide an assist to open the scoring in Wushia High School''s match against Karaso High School.


    Rewards:


    + 10 Star Points.


    + 5 Attribute Points.


    + 1 Uncommon Loot Box.]

 Chapter 15 14 - Being a substitute is bad

    On the sidelines, all the Wushia High School players were panting and almost sticking out their tongues. They had run so hard, worked so hard to score in the first half, that they were physically and mentally exhausted."Was that just the first half?" Kuwabara, the diminutive right back, sat on the ground, sweat dripping from his face.


    "Don''t get discouraged, don''t get discouraged! You''re doing great, you''re controlling the game!" Mr. Yamamoto said, gesturing with his hands. "But you have to be more patient. Having the ball is also about playing systematically until the opposing players make mistakes. It doesn''t make sense to rush into space and end up making simple passes like we did in the last five minutes."


    The few minutes of rest during the break were filled with strategic discussions and words of encouragement.


    Mr. Yamamoto detailed new instructions for the starting players to try to find gaps in Karaso''s impenetrable defense.


    When the players returned to the field for the second half, they had only had a short rest.


    At the same time, Lucas began stretching in the warm-up area. Then he began to trot back and forth. It was important to keep the blood circulating in his legs so that his movements wouldn''t get stuck when he played.


    This did not go unnoticed by Mr. Yamamoto. "Lucas, why are you warming up? I haven''t told anyone to warm up yet."


    Lucas didn''t stop trotting, but looked his coach straight in the eye and replied with unwavering confidence:


    "I know I''m going into this game to change the rhythm of the team. So I''m already warming up."


    Mr. Yamamoto was left without an answer. The determination in Lucas'' eyes was something he didn''t see every day. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded and allowed Lucas to continue his warm-up.


    At the start of the second half, the game seemed just as intense as the first, but this time it was the other way around. High School Karaso came out harder than before. They weren''t just defending like before; they were marking high to steal the ball from Wushia High School.


    The Wushia players, still trying to recover from the wear and tear of the first half, found it difficult to maintain possession.


    Every time they tried to move forward, the Karaso players were there, pressing, surrounding, and smothering any attempt to react.


    Tsukada, Wushia High School''s number 10, was the main target of the tight marking. Known for his ability to create plays and dribble, he was under constant pressure. As soon as the ball reached his feet, it was fiercely contested by two or three opponents. Just when it looked like he might be able to dribble and move forward, he would be fouled.


    The first time he lost the ball was three minutes into the second half. Tsukada received a pass from Kuwabara, and as he turned to move forward, he was tackled by a Karaso High School defender who anticipated his move. Tsukada fell to the ground with a look of frustration on his face, while the Karaso player was already moving forward with the ball to launch a dangerous counterattack.


    This counterattack was only stopped by a miraculous save by Toshinori, the goalkeeper of Wushia High School. Sear?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    As the minutes ticked by, the situation was getting worse. The Karaso team seemed to be one step ahead in every play, and with each mistake made by Wushia, their opponents'' confidence grew.


    Ten minutes later, Tsukada lost the ball again. This time, he tried a quick pass to Takahashi, but it was intercepted by a Karaso midfielder who threw himself in front of the ball with perfect timing.


    The Karaso fans in the dugout roared with joy.


    ''How can I prevent this pressure marking from continuing when I come on?'' Lucas tried to find the answer by mentally putting himself on the field.


    [It is impossible to maintain a rigid defense and high marking. High marking spreads the players out more and open up space for crosses and through balls].


    ''If I can get the ball through for someone to finish, I''ll totally break the marking!''


    Fifteen minutes into the second half, Mr. Yamamoto couldn''t wait any longer.


    "Lucas!" Mr. Yamamoto called out. "Get ready to go in."


    Lucas nodded, his eyes shining with fierce determination. He took off his warm-up jacket and tossed it aside, revealing his number 5 Wushia High School jersey. As he approached the sidelines, Mr. Yamamoto placed a firm hand on his shoulder.


    "Listen, Lucas, you''re going to go out there and do what you do best. Control the ball, make accurate passes, and above all, stay calm. We need someone to reorganize our midfield, and you''re the one to do it. I trust you."


    Lucas nodded again, even though his heart was beating fast. The moment the ball went out to the sideline, the referee blew the whistle for the fourth official to raise the sign signaling the substitution.


    Tsukada looked at Kenji and said:


    "Oh, man! You played well. It''s a shame you have to come off now."


    It was always like that. Although Kenji was a No. 5 and Lucas Tanaka was a No. 8, which in professional soccer are usually players with very different skills, Lucas Tanaka was a midfielder who was very similar to Kenji in terms of passing, so they rarely played together. However, Mr. Yamamoto had a different plan for this match, a wager that could be the difference between victory and defeat.


    "No. 10 must come off for No. 5!" the fourth official shouted as he raised the sign.


    Tsukada was stunned. "B-but what? Me? Something must be wrong. Tanaka and I are in completely different positions!" He thought aloud.


    Then Tsukada pointed at himself while looking at Mr. Yamamoto to make sure there was nothing wrong with the sign, but the gray-haired coach didn''t move a muscle.


    Tsukada felt a wave of frustration and disbelief hit him like a punch in the stomach as he walked off the field to make way for Lucas Tanaka.


    Tsukada, his face flushed with anger, walked past Mr. Yamamoto without saying a word, avoiding the coach''s gaze. As he sat down on the bench, he kicked a water bottle on the ground, sending it flying across the grass.


    The reserve players of the opposing team couldn''t help but comment on the situation.


    "Could it be that their coach is going crazy?" one of them laughed. "Taking off a skilled No10 to put on a reserve No8? I bet he''s only got the number 8 shirt because nobody else wanted it!"


    As he trotted out to the midfield to take his position, Lucas thought that many might be confused by this substitution, as even he was a bit confused . But replacing Tsukada or Kenji didn''t change his goal.


    The moment Lucas reached midfield, his eyes met those of a blue-haired girl sitting in the opposite stands. It was the same girl he had seen outside the bus earlier that day. Lucas was sure that the question on her mind was the same as everyone else''s, including his teammates'', but he was determined to prove that he could play as a 10 if need be...


    [Copy Conditions Achieved].


    [Skill <Short Dribble> acquired].


    [<Short Dribble> released].

 Chapter 16 15 - Troubleshooter

    [To make the most of your new skills, it might be wise to make a big impact with your first touch of the ball,] C¨¦os said.''You don''t have to tell me. I know.'' Lucas thought and took a deep breath.


    The game restarted with a subtle touch of the ball that had come out of the back. Wushia High School had possession, so it didn''t take long for the ball to reach the center of the field.


    Kenji was number 5, so he moved close to the defenders to receive the ball and continue the attack. Sear?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    One of the Kasaro midfielders quickly moved forward to press Kenji, who played the ball to Lucas.


    Lucas raised his head as the ball rolled toward him, positioned his body, prepared to receive the pass, and instead of holding the ball and attempting a dribble, did something few expected. In one fluid motion, Lucas made a cross with his first touch of the ball, sending it in a perfect arc to Yukihiro Kasahara, who was positioned further forward on the left.


    "It''s yours, Yukihiro!" Lucas shouted.


    Yukihiro was number 11, an agile and experienced striker, so he didn''t even have to think before picking up the ball and cutting through the opposition defense. Lucas'' precise cross allowed Yukihiro to reach the opposition''s penalty area in a matter of seconds, leaving much of Kasaro High School out of position and the defenders confused.


    The crowd frowned in anticipation as Kasahara unleashed a right-footed shot on the goal. The ball flew like a rocket, past the opposing goalkeeper and into the net with a satisfying thud.


    Even Lucas was surprised at how easy it was to finish this time. In fact, several screens appeared as Lucas raised his arms in celebration.


    [You have completed the "First Step to Stardom" mission!]


    [You have received +10 Star Points.]


    [You have received +5 Attribute Points.]


    [You have received +1 Uncommon Loot Box.]


    On the bench, Tsukada watched with a mixture of frustration and surprise. He couldn''t deny that Lucas'' pass had been brilliant, but that didn''t ease the pain of the substitution.


    At the same time, two middle-aged men in the stands were discussing the goal that had just been scored.


    "What kind of pass was that, boss? How did he know where number 11 was?"


    The man next to the first, looking only slightly older, had a hand on his chin, analyzing. "I think I saw number 8 lift his head and look around just before the ball arrived. Most spectators just follow the ball with their eyes and don''t see these little details on the pitch."


    "Still, the pass was perfect, and he didn''t even stop the ball before kicking it."


    "Yes, his pass was almost perfect."


    "It wasn''t perfect." Suddenly, a third person interrupted the conversation between the two friends.


    They looked over and saw a blue-haired girl in a winter gym uniform.


    "What do you mean? The pass was perfect, it reached the number 11."


    "That''s because number 11 is a fast player, and he managed to catch the ball after it hit the ground. For young players, it was indeed a good pass. But a perfect pass is not like that. Perfect passes are very rare, especially first-time passes like the one made by No. 8. I think in the world only midfielders like Tony Kross, Kevin De Bruyne and others at the same level can do that."


    One of the men laughed at the girl''s answer. "Haha! But you can''t expect that in a championship like this."


    "Why not? The chances of a future great Japanese player being here today are slim, but not zero. Besides, most of the players here want to become professionals, so excellence is the minimum expected."


    "Hey, boss, let''s go to the bathroom." One of the men said to the other, who was already getting up.


    "Yeah, let''s go."


    As the men walked away from the blue-haired girl, they looked back briefly and commented.


    "What''s cute about her is scary. Let''s find somewhere else to sit."


    Turning our attention back to the field, the score was 1-0 to Wushia High School.


    "Good pass, Lucas!" Yukihiro shouted as he passed Lucas and patted him on the back. "Keep it up and we''ll win this game."


    Lucas Tanaka smiled and agreed.


    Karaso High School''s high marking was smothering Wushia High School at the start of the second half, and Lucas knew exactly how to break it down. When the game resumed and Lucas'' team was defending an unsuccessful attack, Lucas received the ball to lead a counterattack and without hesitation raised his head.


    He saw the space between the defenders and, with a first-time pass, launched the ball, forcing Nishida to run to catch it.


    The ball sailed through the opposing defense, taking everyone by surprise.


    "Ha! Lucas, you bastard!" Nishida said as he raced against an opposing defender.


    Nishida ran in, got the ball, and shot from a distance, hitting the crossbar with a powerful shot.


    On the next play, Lucas received another pass and again, with a subtle, quick touch, played the ball into the middle of the field, where a teammate was already on the move.


    "What a vision of play!" exclaimed one spectator.


    Once again, Nishida collected the ball, evaded his defender, and fired a high shot that forced the goalkeeper to make a spectacular save.


    "Come on, come on! Don''t let up!" shouted Kenji, encouraging the team.


    Lucas knew he was making a difference with those first passes, but it still wasn''t enough for him, definitely not enough. He wanted more; he wanted to humiliate his opponents. Only then would he be able to stand out enough to become a professional.


    [New Bonus Mission!]


    [Name of the bonus mission: Troubleshooter


    Description: You gave an assist against Karaso High School, which gave you the advantage for the time being. But you want more. You have a real striker''s hunger for goals.


    Goal: Score a goal against High School Karaso.


    Rewards:


    + 1 Uncommon Loot Box.


    + 1 Mysterious Reward].

 Chapter 17 16 - Evolution

    ''What does this question mark for a reward mean?'' Lucas wondered as he trotted off to help rally the team''s defense.[It seems to mean that it''s a mysterious reward. The only way to find out is to complete the mission suggested by the champion system].


    ''I understand that part. But what kind of reward needs to be hidden? I thought my rewards for completing missions were limited to experience, loot, and attributes.''


    [According to my information, the champion system can offer about 1 million different rewards for each mission. Based on that, it''s safe to say that the rewards get better and worse depending on the difficulty of the mission].


    ''In other words, I''m going to get a reward I''ve never gotten before for scoring a goal here and now! This is getting interesting!''


    Excited, Lucas Tanaka gave it his all, dribbling to block Karaso High School''s No. 7 from advancing.


    His teammates on the bench shouted in celebration.


    Lucas Tanaka got up quickly after the tackle, saw that the ball had gone wide, and ran back to his position.


    High School Karaso now had to open up and try to find scoring opportunities, so it was only natural that the game became faster and more intense.


    The sky was beginning to cloud over, promising the typical late afternoon rain, and a light breeze fluttered the flags on the flagpoles.


    The green pitch at the Asset Minato Soccer Stadium wasn''t perfect, as it was made of artificial grass, but the ball rolled very well.


    As the ball rolled toward Lucas, he looked around for his teammates again, but at that moment, he noticed that the Karaso High School players weren''t running toward the ball like they had before when they tried to keep up the pressure, but they were marking the Wushia High School players just like they had before Lucas entered.


    In other words, they prevented him from opening up the defense with his quick passes.


    A broad smile appeared on Lucas'' face. ''All right, Champion System. Let''s show them what we can do.'' Lucas thought.


    He took a deep breath, feeling the cold air fill his lungs, and instead of passing the ball, he grabbed it and activated his new skill called <Short Dribble>, feeling a slight vibration in his legs as they also felt lighter. He looked ahead, visualizing the field and realizing that this was his chance to shine and earn the mysterious reward of the Champion System.


    When an opponent approached and tried to disarm him, the first thing Lucas did was give the ball a quick flick, just as he had seen Tsukada do countless times. That was enough to make his opponent slip.


    The High School Karaso players, used to Lucas'' passing style of play, were surprised when he started to run with the ball and dribble. He soon passed the second marker with a short dribble, deflecting the ball to the left and then to the right, causing the player to stumble and lose his balance.


    The <Short Dribble> skill seemed to have given him an accuracy with the ball at close range that seemed extraordinary.


    "How does he do that?" One of the reserve players from Karaso High School shouted in surprise.


    At the same time, on the bench at Wushia High School, Tsukada was in disbelief. He had never seen Lucas do that, not even in practice. To him, Lucas Tanaka was just a midfielder who was internally recognized by the team as a good passer, not a dribbler or anything like that.


    Hidefumi leaned forward in his seat, put his hand to his chin and said:


    "Tanaka looks different."


    Tsukada blinked twice, still depressed, and agreed without thinking. "Doesn''t he?! What happened to him?"


    "I don''t know, but it looks like he finally woke up."


    Tsukada''s brow furrowed at Hidefumi''s answer. "What are you talking about?"


    "You know, Tanaka was always a team player, a great passer and midfielder who played for the team. He was always the kind of player who always seemed to please others. However, I think he realized that just playing for his team doesn''t always guarantee victories."


    "Huh..."


    "There''s a problem, though." Hidefumi said, looking at Lucas, who was passing several opponents.


    "What?" Tsukada asked dejectedly.


    "I think it''s because of Lucas'' passive personality that he and Nishida have always been such good friends. He''s the assist guy and Nishida is the goal guy... I wonder what would happen to their friendship if Tanaka finally started thinking individualistically."


    After four dribbles in a row, Lucas was left free to move up the field. His teammates quickly appeared on the sides of his field of vision, and there, as always, was Nishida, the team''s top scorer, exuding his unmistakable, animalistic hunger for goals.


    "Lucas! Over here!" Nishida shouted, as if Lucas hadn''t noticed him.


    He was perfectly positioned. A simple pass behind the defender''s back and he would be in a great position to fire a powerful shot with his left leg.


    For a moment, Lucas'' old collective nature almost made him give in and take the pass. He actually considered the pass, saw the play unfold in his mind. But even though it could lead to victory, he refused to follow the old path. Lucas wanted to complete the mission of the Champion System. That was why he was there.


    In a risky decision, Lucas chose to dribble past another defender. He got past his marker, but not cleanly this time. The <Short Dribble> skill gave him a 30% chance of getting past a marker perfectly. Lucas felt a slight touch on the ball, enough to redirect its trajectory.


    The world seemed to slow down. He saw the ball slip from his grasp and roll quickly out of his reach. sea??h th§× n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    His heart nearly sank to the floor as he fought to at least try to finish, even though it was difficult. He succeeded, but the shot was chewed up and went wide without the goalkeeper having to make an effort.


    Lucas stopped panting. Sweat ran down his face, mixing with the cold wind. He didn''t have the heart to look at Nishida. He knew his friend was standing there, staring at him with an expression of disappointment he didn''t want to see. Still, Lucas could hear it.


    "Tsk!" Nishida clucked his tongue as he left the opponent''s goal area.

 Chapter 18 17 - Injury

    With Wushia High School''s missed goal, the opposing team regained possession and quickly launched a counterattack, their players moving with frightening synchronicity.Lucas was on his knees, still regretting the missed opportunity. Seeing the counterattack, he ran back to try to help, but his legs stopped right in midfield as one of the opposing strikers dribbled past Kuwabara and advanced on the goal alone.


    Wushia''s goalkeeper, Toshinori, came out of his goal to close the angle, but the striker was ready. With a subtle touch, he deflected the ball to his right, dribbled past Toshinori and fired the ball into the back of the net.


    The technical area of High School Karaso erupted in celebration as the Karaso players embraced each other.


    Lucas stood like a statue in the middle of the field. It was at that moment that he realized how much he was going to miss the opportunity to score that he had missed because of his selfishness. Lucas realized that he had to find a balance.


    His ambition to complete the Champion System mission could not be greater than his need to win the game for his team, because without that game and the next ones in the championship, he would not be able to get the attention he needed from the scouts.


    Lucas'' teammates regrouped, some clapping in encouragement, others just trying to get their spirits back up.


    He looked at Nishida who, despite his disappointment, gave him a nod as if to say. "It''s not over yet."


    The referee blew his whistle again, and the game resumed. Lucas exchanged quick glances with his teammates, and Wushia High School moved forward with the ball, moving in a tight formation with orderly touches. They were the better team technically, they just needed to stay calm.


    When Lucas got the ball and started to move forward, he used the <Short Dribble> again. Two Karaso defenders came towards him, but this time he didn''t try to dribble past them. Instead, he made a quick pass to Kenji, who was on his left.


    Kenji, in turn, passed to Yukihiro, who made a play from deep.


    Yukihiro was the fastest player on the Wushia High School soccer team. He had long hair and a confident demeanor. When he ran deep with the ball, it was like watching a cheetah in action. His legs became a blur. However, luck was not in Wushia High School''s favor. At that moment, a sharp pain shot through Yukihiro''s right ankle.


    The truth was that Yukihiro had been slightly injured since the last practice match, but he hadn''t told anyone about it. Yukihiro was the only fast winger on the team, and his teammates needed him on the field.


    Besides, he didn''t want to disappoint his younger brother, who was probably watching the game from home after watching it on the Internet.


    For his sake, Yukihiro ignored the pain because he had to cross the ball into the middle of the box. He couldn''t let his teammates down, either. With effort visible on his face, Yukihiro crossed with his right leg, but the ball took a far from perfect curve.


    As he fell to the ground, he hoped that the ball would reach one of his teammates who was breaking into the area.


    As the ball floated into the opponent''s area, everything slowed down more than usual, and Yukihiro''s thoughts wandered. Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    He imagined his brother''s face, frustrated and discouraged by soccer, and also remembered the previous year, the feeling of being eliminated in the same championship, the sight of his third-year classmates crying in frustration at not being enough to lead Wushia High School to glory again.


    "SOMEONE! PICK UP THE BALL!!!" Yukihiro shouted with an eagerness that came from his heart.


    The ball, though weak and slow in the air, found its way to Kenji, who was strategically positioned in the area after all the confusion. He fired a volley, but a Karaso defender made a herculean effort to block the ball and deflect it into the left corner.


    Lucas saw Yukihiro on the ground and went over to help him.


    "Yukihiro, are you okay?" asked Lucas.


    "I''m fine." Forcing a smile as he accepted the help, Yukihiro replied.


    "Your ankle..."


    "It''s just a little cramp. Nothing I can''t handle."


    Lucas nodded, although he knew there was more to it. He put his hand on Yukihiro''s shoulder, a silent gesture of support.


    "Get in the box. We''ve still got time," Lucas said, taking the corner kick because that was usually Tsukada''s job.


    The referee allowed the corner to be taken, and Lucas prepared to take it. He raised his left arm and signaled a rehearsed move to his teammates.


    For corner kicks and set pieces, it was common for each team to have a few rehearsed moves. Wushia High School was no different, so they had a few basic moves.


    Raising one of their arms was a way of signaling to their teammates what the move was going to be.


    In the case of Wushia High School, raising the left arm was a signal that the ball was going to be played to the far post, meaning it would go through all the players, allowing them to use the confusion in the area to their advantage.


    "That''s it Tanaka, you have to pass it to me!!!" Nishida, with a grim and excited expression on his face, jumped higher than anyone else as the ball flew in. It looked like he had springs in his legs, such was the power and height of his leap.


    The opposing players were stunned by his momentum, hesitating for a brief second that proved to be crucial. Nishida arched his body in the air, preparing to head the ball with all his might. His muscles tensed, and in one powerful motion, he unleashed a header that sent the ball hurtling toward the goal.


    The Karaso High School goalkeeper, his eyes wide open, stretched as far as he could to reach the ball that seemed destined for his right corner. However, he could never reach the ball so quickly.


    Unfortunately, something unexpected happened. A defender from Karaso High School threw himself in front of the ball in a last-ditch effort. His head got in the way, and the ball hit him hard in the middle of his face, making a dry, frightening sound. Blood spurted from the defender''s nose, and he fell to the ground, dazed, but able to deflect the ball away from the goal.


    "Come on guys, it''s their counterattack!" Kenji shouted.

 Chapter 19 18 - Option to Pass

    The clock struck 38 minutes into the second half. There were only 7 minutes left before the final 45 minutes. If they were lucky, they would get 1 or 2 minutes of overtime because the game wasn''t very close. If they couldn''t decide, the game would go straight to penalty kicks. This was a short championship, and with games every day, the teams couldn''t tire themselves out with overtime. S§×ar?h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.So at the end of the game, the field was literally in chaos. Everyone wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.


    After the successful save on Nishida''s header, the Karaso High School players launched a desperate counterattack, while the Wushia High School defenders tried desperately to get back to their positions.


    Yukihiro saw all of his teammates running to help him get back on his feet, but at the first step, he felt his right ankle hurt again. If he went back now, he might not be able to attack again when the time was right. He had to decide what was most important.


    If Wushia High School scored now, everything would probably be lost. Karaso High School knew how to defend very well and would be able to hold out until the final whistle, so Yukihiro thought there was no point in thinking. He had to run to help. However...


    "Yukihiro! Stay there! I''ll bring you the ball!" Lucas shouted, looking at his teammate as he ran to help the defense.


    Yukihiro''s eyebrows arched in surprise, but he nodded, trusting Lucas - after all, Nishidawas doing the same thing at that very moment.


    Kenji, always alert, shouted instructions to his companions. "Jun, cover the left side! Nishi, close the middle!" He himself strategically positioned himself to intercept any pass the opponents attempted from the right side.


    The ball was quickly passed to the opponent''s half, where a Karaso High School player ran to the ball and kicked it forward with all his might. No one from Wushia High School understood why until the same player who had scored the first goal appeared like a ghost behind Nishi and kicked the ball into the net.


    Toshinori, the goalkeeper of Wushia High School, was alert. He clapped his hands and yelled:


    "Come on!"


    Any mistake could be fatal, but Toshinori was taller than most high school players.


    The skillful Karaso High striker threatened to dribble Toshinori out of play, as he had done for the first goal, but Toshinori was ready. The goalkeeper stepped forward with his arms outstretched. As he shot, the ball deflected off his fingertips and out of play.


    Kuwabara, who had run out to help with the defense, caught the ball and without hesitation passed it to Jun, who quickly connected with Kenji, who threw it forward to Yukihiro.


    Yukihiro, though still in pain, controlled the ball and started to run forward. It was a chance for him and Nishida, who was right in front of him. It would be two of them against three defenders.


    Yukihiro''s eyes were fixed on the ball, and the eyes of everyone on the field and in the stands on him created an almost palpable pressure on his back. He knew he had little time, only a few minutes separating his team from victory or defeat. Sweat dripped down his face, mixing with the dirt and fatigue that had accumulated over the course of the match.


    Nishidawas in the lead, and Yukihiro knew that he was the team''s best chance to score at the moment. But the three Karaso High School defenders moved in unison, like an impenetrable wall. A perfect counterattack. That was what they needed.


    ''Come on, you idiot, just a few more steps...'' Yukihiro thought, clenching his teeth.


    He continued to run. When he raised his head, he looked at Nishida, who was already in position to receive the pass. With a precise movement, Yukihiro kicked the ball to his teammate.


    Nishidareceived the ball with characteristic skill, using his chest to cushion the impact before letting it fall gently to his feet. He looked around quickly, assessing the situation. The remaining defenders were closing in, but he had a plan.


    "Come on, Nishida, you can do it!" someone shouted from the Wushia High School bench.


    Nishidabegan to move forward with the ball at his feet. A defender tried to clear the ball, but Nishidawas as strong as a battle tank and pushed him away with his shoulders.


    The Karaso High School goalkeeper, an older boy with quick reflexes, was in position to make what might be the most important save of the game. It would be goalie versus forward, one on one.


    Nishidawas never afraid to miss a goal. Absolutely never. This time would be no different. But he wasn''t afraid. He knew that he wasn''t having a good day, and the best thing for the team was for him to pass to Yukihiro, who was probably passing freely on the left side by now. That would guarantee a goal.


    So Nishidalooked to his left, expecting to see Yukihiro, but to his surprise, Yukihiro wasn''t there following Nishida''s advance.


    Nishidaglanced back and his heart raced as he realized that Yukihiro was on the ground, holding his ankle with an expression of pain.


    For a moment, despair threatened to overtake Nishida. Then he heard a cry.


    "Nishida! Over here! I''m free!"


    It was Lucas, running like an animal with his tongue hanging out. Lucas'' eyes shone with fierce determination, and he was partially free. Nishidaknew immediately what to do. He pushed the ball to Lucas with a simple pass, just as he and Lucas had practiced a thousand times the day before.


    Lucas received the pass and quickly advanced toward the opposing goalkeeper.


    The goalkeeper was experienced and managed to recover. He launched himself to block, but Lucas used the <Short Dribble> and slid the ball to his left with a quick, deceptive move.


    With the goalkeeper completely out of position, Lucas shot calmly. The ball crossed the goal line and rattled into the net.


    "GOOOOAL!" The words echoed around the field from various parts of the stadium, both in the stands, on the field, and on the Wushia High School bench.


    Yukihiro, who was still on the ground, smiled with relief and lay down on the grass.


    [You have completed the "Troubleshooter" bonus mission.]


    The system message appeared for Lucas.

 Chapter 20 19 - Hidefumi, The Best Defender

    While the team celebrated, coach Mr. Yamamoto kept an analytical eye on the field. Time was running out, and the advantage Wushia High School had just gained had to be protected tooth and nail. He realized that with Yukihiro''s injury and the end of the game; the defense needed to make a crucial adjustment."Guys, let''s focus on defense now!" Mr. Yamamoto shouted as his players returned to the left side of the field. "We need to keep this lead! Hey, Hidefumi, get up and come over here!"


    Hidefumi, a defender who seemed more interested in resting than playing, slowly got up from the bench. He looked a bit lazy, with dark circles under his eyes, and was an unusual player in that he always seemed to be in energy-saving mode. However, Hidefumi''s skill was undeniable.


    He was the kind of defensive player who, when on the field, seemed to know exactly where and when to position himself to neutralize any threat with the least amount of energy.


    Mr. Yamamoto gestured for Hidefumi to approach while a medical team from the tournament helped Yukihiro to his feet.


    Yukihiro''s face was pale with pain, but he smiled at Hidefumi as he walked over to him.


    "Good luck, Hidefumi." Yukihiro murmured in a tired tone. "Don''t let them score the equalizer."


    Hidefumi, his eyelids drooping slightly, nodded. His face was almost expressionless, as if he was facing a minor inconvenience rather than a high-pressure situation. But deep down, he knew how important this moment was.


    "Come on, Hidefumi!" yelled Mr. Yamamoto. "Play your game!"


    Lucas looked at Hidefumi and remembered. In the future where Lucas lived, where he was just a salaried office worker, Hidefumi didn''t get called up by big teams early on just because he was a defender and most scouts only paid attention to strikers.


    A few months later, however, Hidefumi had to change schools because his family had moved to Tokyo, so he excelled in the national league and worked his way up through the youth ranks of the Japanese national team to become a professional player in the J-LEAGUE.


    Hidefumi took the field with an almost Zen-like calm, positioning himself strategically with a relaxed body, but his eyes were like radar, picking up every movement of the Karaso High School players.


    The opponent''s first attack came quickly, as Karaso High School needed to find an equalizer.


    One of the Karaso attackers, a tall and agile player, thought he could get forward with the ball. Hidefumi moved to intercept, but he did so in an almost sleepy style. He didn''t run frantically or make any sudden moves; instead, he seemed to float across the field.


    Hidefumi slid in front of the attacker and stopped in front of him, looking directly into the attacker''s eyes.


    The attacker attempted a cunning dribble, but Hidefumi was there, blocking the way. He used his body to position himself correctly between the ball and the striker, who was trying desperately to foul him.


    "That''s right, Hidefumi!" the coach shouted from the bench.


    "The most efficient way to buy time is to stop the game. So that''s what I''m going to do today." Hidefumi said to Kuwabara, who just swallowed and nodded.


    Kuwabara was afraid of Hidefumi because he had his own theory that Hidefumi was a zombie.


    The next minutes of the match passed quickly.


    Karaso High School had a solid defense, so they played on the counterattack. However, when Hidefumi came on, Wushia High School switched to a 4-4-2 formation, with only Lucas and Nishidaup front. This new formation brought visible stability to Lucas'' team.


    The defense was more solid, and the midfield could gain some possession.


    As the match went into extra time, High School Karaso seemed to lack the same attacking vigor; their efforts were weak and disorganized.


    Finally, the referee blew the final whistle, and the Wushia High School bench erupted in celebration of the team''s first win in years.


    Relief and joy were evident on the faces of the players as they hugged each other and celebrated the hard-fought victory.


    In the stands, some spectators began to comment.


    "Wushia High School really won... It''s my first time watching this championship, but shouldn''t they be the underdogs?" A middle-aged man asked the old man. S§×arch* The N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The old man smiled. "As a technical analyst, you should not be so attached to rumors, Fushiguro. Wushia High School has a history of perseverance and determination. Besides, they seem to have some interesting pieces this year."

 Chapter 21 20 - Mysterious Reward

    Minutes later, in the locker room of the Wushia High School soccer club, everyone was tired, exhausted.The players, still panting and sweating, were scattered around the room. Some sat on the bench, others on the cold floor.


    Goalkeeper Toshinori rested his back on the bench and threw a sweaty towel over his shoulder.


    "Do you think every game will be as exhausting as this one?" Toshinori asked the others.


    Kuwabara took a drink of water and answered:


    "Tiring? What are you talking about? Goalkeepers don''t even get tired."


    "Are you kidding?" Toshinori raised an eyebrow. "It''s too exhausting to be in the back concentrating all the time, even if you''re not in the game all the time."


    The conversation was becoming lighthearted, a brief respite from the tension of the game.


    Suddenly, the locker room door opened with a soft creak, and Mr. Yamamoto walked in. He was holding a folder of documents, and his eyes looked a little more serious than usual.


    "Everyone, please gather here for a brief discussion." Mr. Yamamoto asked, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet room.


    The players began to gather around Mr. Yamamoto, all of them confused.


    "About the next game..." Mr. Yamamoto pulled a piece of paper out of his briefcase and looked at everyone with a serious expression. "We''re playing Itou High School."


    Confused looks and a series of silent questions arose among the players.


    Nishidafrowned and asked: "Itou High School? I''ve never heard of them."


    Mr. Yamamoto''s expression remained serious. "Itou High School isn''t very well known because it''s in Aichi Prefecture. However, they have a player who did something extraordinary in today''s game. Shinto Ishikuno is his name."


    The name echoed through the silent locker room, but most of the players were still confused.


    "Shinto Ishikuno?" Kenji asked.


    "Yes. Shinto Ishikuno is a phenomenal player. In the game that took place earlier, he scored all six goals in the match."


    A stunned silence fell over the locker room. Without saying anything, everyone understood that if a player was able to score six goals by himself, it meant that he possessed extraordinary talent, a monstrous level of skill. It was likely that an ordinary player could score three goals in a soccer match, a hat trick, because scoring goals was just the result of a series of actions.


    However, a single player scoring six goals was highly unlikely, especially in a league like this.


    "Six goals in one game?" Kuwabara asked, stunned. "That''s... impossible."


    "It''s not impossible, it''s just rare," Yamamoto said. "And that''s why we have to be prepared. Ishikuno is known for his ability to dribble and create almost impossible chances. If I could compare him to any famous player, I''d say he''s a Neymar-type player."


    There was a moment of silence as everyone absorbed the information.


    "Like Neymar? Does that mean he''s a monster who holds the ball up and passes it to anyone with improvised dribbles?" One player from Wushia High School asked.


    "Yes. I know we''ve just finished a tiring game, but the next game against Itou High School will put us in the real tournament bracket. We already knew that we''d face some great players in this tournament, and that''s why we''re all here."


    "Right!" The Wushia High School players immediately agreed.


    Mr. Yamamoto looked around and noticed Lucas'' absence. "Oh, by the way, Lucas is the only one who isn''t here. Where is he?" he asked, looking at Nishida.


    "He told me he went to check on Yukihiro in the infirmary."


    "Strange, I just came from there." Mr. Yamamoto scratched at his unshaven beard.


    In fact, Lucas Tanaka was sitting on the toilet seat in one of the stadium''s public restrooms. With the door closed, Lucas had the slightly bluish light of a system monitor in his face.


    He sighed and said: "Finally... I can''t believe I did it."


    The glow of the notification was a message from the Champion system that read: S§×arch* The novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    [You have completed the "Troubleshooter" mission bonus!]


    [You have received +1 Uncommon Loot Box].


    [You have received +1 Common Card].


    "The loot boxes are now always displayed as uncommon. Does that mean that what''s inside is rarer?" Lucas thought aloud. "Besides, I won a card... Okay, let''s do this in parts. First, I want to see what this ordinary card is that seems to be the mysterious reward from earlier." He muttered to himself, tapping at the notification with a finger trembling with anticipation.


    When he touched the card notification, a surprisingly bright floating letter appeared in front of him. The letter seemed to be made of a material that oscillated between the physical and the ethereal, glowing with a soft gray radiance. A [Reveal] button was in the center of the card.


    With a hesitant movement, Lucas extended his right index finger and clicked the button to reveal the contents of the letter.


    The letter was revealed with a faint crackling sound, like a stream of air passing through a field of dry leaves. A bluish light emerged from inside the letter. A floating message appeared in front of Lucas.


    [Congratulations, you have obtained the Common Skill: Quick Vegetable Slicer.]


    Lucas blinked in confusion as the information settled in his mind.


    "Quick Vegetable Slicer? What the hell is that, System? How is that going to help me with soccer?" He thought aloud again, frowning.


    This skill was as irrelevant to Lucas as straw was to an architect.


    Frustrated, he decided to forget about it for now and open the two Uncommon Loot Boxes he had received. He tapped on the notification of the first Uncommon Loot Box. Immediately, a floating, ornate box appeared in front of him, spinning slowly while emitting a blue-green glow. Lucas took a deep breath and opened the box with a light touch.


    The loot box revealed a bottle of yellow liquid.


    [You have received 1 Rapid Recovery Elixir.]


    Lucas took the bottle and felt the cold substance on his skin. "Rapid Recovery Elixir, this is..."


    [This elixir will instantly restore 50% of your energy and cure your fatigue.]


    "That''s great." Lucas muttered, putting the vial in his inventory. "Now let''s see the second loot box."


    With the same anticipation, he touched the second uncommon loot box. The box spun and glowed before opening, revealing a bracelet-like object made of a silver metal that shone brightly.


    [You have received 1 weight bracelet.]


    [This bracelet weighs 20kg. It can be useful for you to train your strength].


    Lucas smiled bitterly as he took the bracelet. "This will come in handy... sometime... I think..."

 Chapter 22 21 - Flirt

    With the bracelet in his inventory, Lucas Tanaka left the bathroom. He was on his way to the infirmary, as he had promised his teammates, when he almost bumped into a blue-haired girl standing there, as if waiting for someone.Their eyes met briefly, and Lucas remembered seeing her outside the bus on the first day. She looked just as serious as before.


    "Sorry," he said, taking a step back to avoid shock.


    "You''re Lucas Tanaka, right? From Wushia High School?" She asked without apologizing.


    "Yes, I am." Lucas raised an eyebrow, confused by her tone. "And you are?"


    "Hasumi Seiya, from Hanrahan High School. I saw you play earlier." She crossed her arms and looked at him so steadily that he felt a little uncomfortable.


    "Ah, yes. I hope you liked what you saw," he replied, trying to be polite while feeling nervous at her serious look.


    Hasumi let out a short, dry laugh. "Did I? Actually, I thought you played like an animal."


    Lucas frowned. "What did you say?"


    "I mean, you have no finesse. You replaced the other number 10, and you''re even a little better, but a real number 10 plays with elegance, like he''s wearing a suit. You just run around like a wild man. You''re desperate, you''re rash, you don''t show any composure at all. Even during the game, you look scared."


    The criticism hit Lucas like a punch in the gut, and he felt the blood rush to his head.


    "Really? And what do you know about soccer? Have you ever played?"


    "More than you know," she replied without flinching. "And I''ll go further in my criticism... If you keep playing like this, you''ll never be a professional."


    Lucas gritted his teeth and tried to remain calm. "I play my way. And so far it''s worked out very well."


    "Well? I wouldn''t say it''s been good. I don''t know if you''re aware, but your team''s first two games are just qualifiers for the main bracket of this summer''s tournament."


    Every syllable of the criticism seemed to resonate like a gong, echoing in the self-confidence of the defeated Lucas of the future. He knew that anger could easily take over, so he decided to take a deep breath before answering her again. S§×ar?h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "I know I''m not perfect. I know I have a lot to improve on, and that''s why I keep trying every day."


    Hasumi raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised by Lucas'' answer. She didn''t want to provoke an explosive reaction from him, but she knew that it was normal for boys his age not to take harsh words from strangers like her so easily. It would be normal if he decided to call her names, because that''s what she usually got when she criticized the players at her school.


    "But..." Lucas continued, taking a step forward. "...my style of play will never change because of criticism. I''m going to play any way I can to keep winning. I don''t have to be the same as other No10s to be good. I may not have the elegance of a player like Kaka or Messi, but I have the strength and passion that makes me chase the ball like a hungry monster.


    And it''s that passion that will take me far. Now, if you''ll excuse me, I have an appointment at the infirmary."


    Turning away, Lucas continued on his way.


    Hasumi stood for a few moments. She had never expected someone to respond to her criticism with such calmness.


    As Lucas walked away, he felt the weight of Hasumi''s words a little. He managed to answer her, but he wasn''t sure if he really looked scared during the game.


    Did the others see me like that?


    At least he knew now that he had to work on his calm and control during the game, because the system wouldn''t help him with that.


    Arriving at the stadium''s infirmary, Lucas pushed open the door and entered what looked like the reception area. The atmosphere was quieter than expected. A young woman in her early twenties looked up from the papers on the table and smiled when she saw him.


    "Ah, come in, please." She asked, her voice echoing through the empty reception area.


    "Hello, my name is Lucas Tanaka. I''m from the soccer club at Wushia High School. I came to see how Yukihiro is doing. He was injured during the game."


    "Yukihiro? He was taken care of earlier, but he''s out now. My colleague brought him to your locker room after taping his sprained ankle. He didn''t have to stay because it was only a slight sprain, but I don''t think he''ll be able to play for at least three days."


    Three days? That means he''ll be out of the game tomorrow and the day after. Lucas thought, worried because Yukihiro was the only speedster on their team.


    "I see," Lucas said, bowing his head in thanks to the nurse. "Thank you for the information."


    He turned to leave the infirmary when an unexpected message appeared in his peripheral vision. A message from the Champion system.


    The text floated in front of his eyes, clear and concise:


    [New Mission!]


    [Mission Name: Flirt


    Description: You wasted your life between High School and work. Then you focused on working as hard as possible to please your superiors. That didn''t make you popular with the girls, but maybe that can change now.


    Objective: Kiss the nurse named Moeka Tahara.


    Rewards:


    + 1 Uncommon loot box.


    + 1 Mysterious Card].


    Lucas froze, his heart racing. The idea seemed absurd, completely out of context, and invasive. He didn''t know how to react. There was no penalty for not completing the mission, but if he succeeded, he would receive +1 Mystery Letter.


    He glanced at the nurse, who had gone back to concentrating on her papers, oblivious to the internal conflict he was experiencing.

 Chapter 23 22 - Approaching

    [... Goal: Kiss the nurse named Moeka Tahara...]Lucas stood motionless, feeling his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at the system message.


    He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and began to think about whether he should try to complete this mission or not.


    If so, how would he do it? Stealing a kiss was certainly not an option, so he had to find a way to win the nurse over.


    This challenge seemed even more difficult than the previous one. Moeka was older, not by much, but enough that she might not even consider him as a potential mate. As such, Lucas thought that if he tried to flirt with her, he would definitely be rejected or ignored.


    ''Still, it would be great to get another skill card. He thought.''


    Lucas also didn''t know how rare the opportunities to get such rewards would be, so he thought he should at least try. So Lucas slowly turned around and watched Moeka Tahara as she concentrated on her papers.


    Her appearance was quiet, with black hair pulled back in a ponytail and a gentle face with blue eyes. She conveyed calm. In fact, she even looked a little sleepy, her eyelids drooping slightly. Sear?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Uh, sorry..." He said, causing Moeka to raise her eyes again. "You''re a nurse, right? My ankle''s been hurting a little since the game ended. Could you take a look?"


    Moeka immediately put the papers aside and looked worried. "Sure, no problem. Come here so I can take a look at you." She pulled back a curtain just behind her and revealed a free stretcher.


    Lucas walked over to the gurney, limping a little. He sat down and began to remove his boot, exposing his ankle.


    Moeka approached and pulled out a small wheelchair to sit beside him.


    "Let''s have a look..." she said in a calm voice and began to examine Lucas'' ankle, pressing lightly at various points to check for any signs of pain or swelling.


    Lucas tried not to flinch too much, walking the fine line between feigning pain and not overdoing it. "That''s right... It hurt a little when you squeezed."


    Moeka had a focused look. "It doesn''t look that serious, maybe just a muscle strain from the intensity of the game. I''ll bandage it to support it and keep it from getting worse."


    Still sitting, Moeka threw back her chair and picked up a case from a table. Inside were bandage strips, which she began to work around Lucas'' ankle.


    "Have you been playing long?" she asked casually, trying to make conversation as she bandaged his ankle.


    "Since I was a kid. Soccer''s always been a big part of my life."


    Moeka smiled. "That''s great. Sports can teach you a lot of important lessons, like teamwork and discipline."


    "Yes, definitely. By the way, what''s your name?"


    They continued to chat while Moeka finished bandaging her ankle. Lucas discovered that she was not only skilled at her job but also an incredibly kind and considerate person, for it was her day off at the hospital where she normally worked, and she was there volunteering for a day at this championship.


    "There," she said finally, after cutting the last piece of ribbon. "This should help keep everything in place."


    "Thank you, Ms. Tahara," Lucas said with a sincere smile as he wiggled his bandaged ankle to test its firmness. "I don''t even feel any pain anymore."


    Moeka smiled back. "I''m glad to hear that."


    Lucas slowly stood and began to pull his boot back on. As he did so, he tried to think of the best way to ask the next question without scaring the nurse.


    "Moeka, I was thinking... you must work a lot. Have you thought about taking some time off to do something fun?"


    Moeka looked at him curiously, her fingers still fiddling with the first aid supplies to store them properly. "Well, we all need some time to relax now and then, but what are you getting at?"


    Surely this wasn''t the first time he''d been catcalled. In a way, though, it seemed innocent.


    "I was wondering if you''d like to go out with me sometime. Nothing too complicated, just... grab a coffee, maybe watch a movie..." Lucas said and then regretted it in his mind: ''Shit, I said it! I really did!''


    Moeka blinked a few times, obviously surprised. She hadn''t expected this and the suggestion had taken her by surprise. She stopped fiddling with the materials and looked directly at Lucas, assessing him. Soon she realized that Lucas wasn''t ugly. In fact, he was better looking than many boys his age and had a good physique.


    "How old are you?" She asked.


    "Sixteen," Lucas replied.


    "Hmm. Too young to even drink coffee... You''re very kind, but I''m older than you." She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I''m twenty. It may not seem like much, but it''s enough to make it a little... inappropriate."


    ''Wait, she''s only twenty? By the breasts... I mean, from the mature look, I thought she was older.'' Lucas thought and smiled, trying to keep his tone light. "I understand and I respect that. I don''t want to put you in an awkward situation."


    Moeka sighed, a little confused. "I''m relieved to hear that."


    "However, if you don''t mind, I would like to invite you to watch my next game. Perhaps you will reconsider after that."


    Moeka thought for a moment.


    ''He is a handsome young man. There are a lot of girls out there, so why does he only flirt with me? Does he think I''m easy and that he''s needy because he''s too focused on work?'' Moeka thought, freaking out at the theories that were forming in her mind.


    "Come on, one game is nothing. There will be lots of other people in the stands. No one will notice that you''re there for me." Lucas said, sounding confident.


    "Watching your game, huh? That sounds more reasonable. Who knows, maybe I can take another day off from the hospital and maybe I''ll show up in the stands..."


    Lucas smiled. "Glad to hear it. I''ll wait for you."


    Moeka didn''t smile back and turned her back to the table where the materials were. This time, she only pretended to do something because she was too embarrassed to look him in the eye.


    "Now get some rest and take care of that ankle."


    Lucas nodded and thanked her again before leaving the infirmary. He hadn''t gotten the kiss; he hadn''t even come close, but the mission didn''t give him a time limit, so there was no reason for him to rush. The rewards wouldn''t disappear and the mission wouldn''t expire.


    Besides, he had made an important step towards establishing a connection with Moeka. And that in itself was a small victory.

 Chapter 24 23 - Shinto Ishikuno

    When Lucas Tanaka learned that his next match would be against Itou High School, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He immediately remembered that in his past life, Itou High School had become famous throughout Japan after revealing a prodigy player named Shinto Ishikuno.In general, Japanese players were known for their intelligence and passing skills. As a result, throughout the history of Japanese soccer, the national team has never had a player who could be called a magician or a wizard. These nicknames were usually given to players with surprising and unusual creative abilities with the ball, such as Neymar, Robinho, and Ronaldinho Ga¨²cho.


    However, Shinto Ishikuno was a different kind of Japanese player, someone who didn''t take kindly to the teachings of Japanese soccer schools to always play the ball. Ishikuno was a born dribbler, a one-on-one monster.


    If he was Wushia High School''s next opponent, Lucas Tanaka knew he was in trouble. Even with the champion''s system, he wasn''t capable of simply picking up the ball on his own, passing through five players, and scoring, but Ishikuno might be.


    "I need to come up with a contingency plan for this guy..." Lucas thought as he boarded the bus to return to the hotel.


    Players with quick improvisation skills like Ishikuno were unpredictable. But even an unprecedented tactic to stop them was no guarantee.


    The bus rocked gently, soothing Lucas'' thoughts. He looked at his fellow passengers. Some were dozing, others talking softly. They were tired. No one wanted to talk about the next game, at least not yet.


    It was a moment of calm before the storm, but Lucas didn''t want to sit still.


    So Lucas looked at Nishida, who was known for his inflated ego and his insatiable hunger for goals. If there was anyone who could be pushed beyond his own limits to get the better of someone like Ishikuno, it was definitely Nishida.


    Lucas slowly rose from his seat and walked down the aisle until he stopped next to Nishida.


    Nishida''s eyes were closed, but Lucas knew he wasn''t asleep. He leaned over and whispered:


    "Nishida, I need to talk to you."


    Nishida opened one eye and looked at Lucas with a raised eyebrow. "What''s the matter, Tanaka? Aren''t you tired enough from playing?"


    "I''m thinking about something. It''s about the next game." Lucas said and sat down on the empty seat next to Nishida. "Itou High School has a player you must meet. Shinto Ishikuno. He''s a wizard with the ball."


    Nishida straightened up in his seat, now fully awake. "So what? What does that have to do with me?"


    Lucas smiled slightly. "It has everything to do with you. Ishikuno is the kind of player who can single-handedly decide a game. He scored six goals alone in their first league game."


    "Yes, I''ve heard that story."


    "You know that if he shines, he''ll overshadow you, right? But if you can score a lot of goals, show that you''re the real star on the field, we can destabilize their team. You don''t want to be overshadowed, do you?"


    Nishida frowned. "No one shines brighter on the field than I do. I''m going to show that Ishikuno that dribbling means nothing to soccer when it''s finishing that scores goals."


    "That''s what I wanted to hear. We need you at your best. You can''t keep missing goals like you did in the first game."


    A vein popped into Nishida''s forehead and he clucked his tongue. "Tsk! That''s because you made me practice only passes for days. Next time I''ll score six goals." Sear?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    With Nishida motivated, Lucas returned to his seat. He knew he had planted the right seed in his colleague''s heart. Now he had to think of a way to stop or hinder Ishikuno.


    He wasn''t very good at defending himself, and he hadn''t yet acquired a skill that could help him with that. Besides, Wushia High School itself wasn''t very good at defending. If Lucas could name one quality of his team, it would be their organized midfield and their speed in connecting attacks, but defense was definitely a problem.


    Their best hope was Hidefumi, the reserve defender. He had a solid defense, capable of stopping some of Ishikuno''s advances. However, there was the problem that Hidefumi was extremely lazy, so he started most of the games as a substitute and sometimes didn''t even play.


    His motivation wasn''t very high either, and his mental state was weak. When Hidefumi came across a good striker, he quickly became discouraged.


    ''I have to find a way to motivate Hidefumi.'' Lucas concluded.


    The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows of the hotel cafeteria where the Wushia High School players were staying.


    Nishida entered the cafeteria with his usual serious expression. He saw Lucas working at the buffet and frowned. He approached Kuwabara who was filling his plate with scrambled eggs, sausages, bread and whatever else he had.


    "What''s going on over there?", Nishida asked, pointing with his chin at Lucas, who was carefully assembling a plate of breakfast.


    Kuwabara shrugged. "I don''t know. Looks like Lucas is up to something."


    Nishida grumbled with a skeptical expression. "Of course he is. He''s always thinking too much."


    Hidefumi yawned and sat down. Then a tray full of healthy food was placed in front of him by Lucas.


    "Tanaka, why are you doing this?"


    "I want to make sure that you have enough energy for the game. We need you to be at your best today because you''re going to be a starter, right?"


    Lucas carefully selected items that would provide energy without burdening his stomach: rice, grilled fish, some natto, and fresh vegetables. He also set out a bowl of miso soup and a serving of fresh fruit. It was a lot of food, but nutritious food.


    Hidefumi sighed and took the chopsticks, not refusing the food that Lucas had prepared without Hidefumi asking. "Holder? I didn''t hear anything about it when I talked to Mr. Yamamoto yesterday."


    "No need. I already sent him a message, and he agreed with me. You''ll be an appetizer today."


    Hidefumi started to eat and asked with his mouth full: "You''re doing this today because you''re afraid we''ll lose the next game, right? Why do you care so much about soccer?"


    "Because without soccer, I''ll be just another office worker and bachelor in my thirties. I don''t want that."


    "Huh? You''re more pessimistic than I thought."

 Chapter 25 24 - Itou College

    The next day, the Asset Minato Soccer Stadium was much fuller than Lucas and the others had expected for a pre-qualifying match. The reason, however, had a first and last name: Shinto Ishikuno.Ishikuno was known for his extraordinary soccer skills, his unpredictable style of play, and the almost playful way he dribbled past his opponents. The anticipation of seeing him in action had attracted a crowd of fans, onlookers, and scouts.


    The atmosphere was much more electric than on the first day of the championship, with anxious murmurs echoing through the packed stands.


    Lucas was a little nervous, as were Hidefumi and the rest of the Wushia High School team.


    "Hu... I don''t know if I can play for a long today. It''s too hot..." Hidefumi commented.


    Kuwabara, the smallest player on the team and the right back, slapped Hidefumi''s back.


    A slap!


    "Stop being lazy, man! If you start slogging it out on the field too early, the girls in the stands will be disappointed!" Kuwabara said, already looking at a trio of girls in the front row. S~ea??h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    At that moment, however, the same girls stood up and held up a large sign with letters that read: "Go, Shinto ! Dribble, Shinto !"


    Little Kuwabara felt as if an arrow had pierced his heart and his shoulders slumped. "Ahh... you really can''t compete with the talented, even in love..."


    Mr. Yamamoto gave them one last motivational talk in the locker room, stressing the importance of discipline, teamwork, and concentration in winning. However, Mr. Yamamoto exuded a sense of a false smile that disturbed everyone.


    It was as if losing to the team that was one of the heavy favorites in the championship was something natural.


    "You know what to do. Let''s focus on the game, play the way we practiced and not be intimidated," Kenji stressed, trying to cheer the team up.


    Lucas was more nervous than usual. After his performance in the last game, he was finally getting his chance to start.


    The bad part was that he wouldn''t be playing a position he was used to. Yukihiro wasn''t able to play this game due to a minor ankle injury, so Lucas formed an attacking duo with Nishida, who was a fast player, had already shown that he could play as a striker, and had a good ability to cross. Everything a winger needed, at least a backup.


    Lucas'' hands were sweaty and his heart was pounding as he stepped onto the field. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he mentally prepared for the challenge ahead.


    ''So this is what it feels like to be a starter in a championship game? I experienced it in kindergarten, but those school championships were too small for me to be nervous.''


    "Come on, Lucas!" Tsukada gave him an encouraging pat on the back. "You stole Yukihiro''s spot, didn''t you? At least try to look confident."


    Tsukada had a cynical look on his face. He knew that Lucas wasn''t at Yukihiro''s place of his own free will.


    "It''s a pity that Mr. Yamamoto decided that I was better than you and didn''t leave you as number 10. I would have loved to play as a winger. You know, just run and cross the ball. There''s no secret to it."


    Tsukada''s words quickly began to irritate Lucas. He didn''t mind hearing slander about himself, as he''d gotten used to it from working with such an asshole boss in his previous life, but it was completely different when other people''s names were involved.


    "Better than me? Don''t make me laugh. What did you do in the first game to be better than me?" Lucas asked, looking into Tsukada''s eyes without fear of retaliation or debauchery.


    Tsukada gritted his teeth. ''How can this idiot, who has never won anything in his life, act like this after scoring only one goal in a championship?'' He thought and then said: "It''s not in my interest to discuss these things in public, but at least play properly today and pass me the ball so I can score the winning goal."


    Lucas didn''t answer Tsukada. He simply turned and walked to midfield, where Nishida was waiting with the ball.


    On the other side of the field, the Itou High School players were also positioning themselves, and Ishikuno''s figure stood out among them, with her tousled hair, yellow eyes, and calm expression.


    A coin was tossed to decide who would start with the ball.


    Kenji, representing Wushia High School, watched intently as the coin spun in the air, glistening in the intense sunlight. When it finally hit the ground, the referee announced that Wushia High School would have first possession.


    Lucas and Nishida waited for the referee''s permission to kick off. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was crucial that he stay focused and execute the game plan to perfection. When he opened his eyes, he noticed that Shinto Ishikuno had tied his boot a few moments ago, as if he was in no hurry at all.


    The scene seemed strange, almost surreal, considering how tense everyone was at Wushia High School.


    "Look at that smug idiot..." muttered Nishida. "He''s tying his boots just as the game is about to start. He''s got to be kidding us."


    Lucas frowned, but couldn''t help smiling slightly. Ishikuno really did seem to be in a world of his own, oblivious to the pressures of the moment.


    "Maybe it''s his way of concentrating," Lucas suggested, trying to stay calm.


    "In any case, I''m going to knead him." Nishida declared.


    Just then, a window appeared in the champion system for Lucas.


    [New Mission!]


    [Mission Name: Defeat the Sleeping Monster


    Description: Shinto Ishikuno is the star of his second match in the Chubu Region Summer Championships. All eyes and cameras are on this one of Japan''s top talents and one of the JFA''s biggest bets on the next generation of soccer players. It would be funny if he was overshadowed, wouldn''t it?


    Goal: Overshadow Shinto Ishikuno''s game by drawing more attention to yourself.


    Rewards:


    + 1 Epic loot box.


    + 200 Star Points


    + 10 attribute points


    +1 Uncommon Mystery Card].


    Lucas Tanaka took a deep breath and kicked off after the referee''s whistle. The ball rolled smoothly across the field, and the match finally began.

 Chapter 26 25 - The Art of Dribbling

    As the referee blew the whistle to start the match, Lucas Tanaka took one last look at Ishikuno.The match was about to begin, and Leo knew that every move, every pass, and every decision would be crucial if he were to complete his mission. But he wasn''t doing it just for a few rewards. He was doing it for his dream of becoming a professional.


    Lucas felt a chill run down his spine as the sharp sound of the whistle cut through the air, and he knew it was time.


    Nishida wasted no time, and with his muscles giving him a frightening burst of strength, he immediately went on the attack.


    "Lucas, over here! Let''s teach these idiots that, in soccer, the man who scores the most goals wins!" Nishida shouted, shooting across the field like an unstoppable battle tank.


    Lucas knew that Nishida was determined to score a goal quickly and silence any doubts about his abilities. He would trust Nishida with his life if he had to, so Lucas threw a precise pass, just as Nishida had asked, which raced towards the opponent''s goal and sliced through the Itou High School formation like a pair of scissors, or rather a machete.


    Nishida smiled confidently as he felt the familiar touch of the ball at his feet, already imagining the moment when it would find the back of the net. Suddenly, something unexpected happened.


    In a split second, Nishida realized that he was running without the ball. Confused, he looked back and saw the agile figure of Shinto Ishikuno running with the ball in his possession.


    Ishikuno''s playful face had appeared, making his serious expression disappear.


    "I can''t believe it... He took the ball from me!" Nishida muttered in disbelief. Determined to regain control, he ran after Ishikuno, but he was already too fast.


    Ishikuno ran towards Lucas who, seeing the situation, didn''t want to risk his luck.


    "Defend! Don''t let them through!" Lucas shouted to his companions as he moved to block Ishikuno''s advance. "They won''t get past me!" Lucas shouted, preparing for a direct confrontation.


    Ishikuno stopped, smiling slightly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let''s see then!" He replied before performing an impressive dribble, sweeping his right leg over the ball and making it disappear like a magic trick.


    Lucas blinked twice, not understanding what the hell had happened. He had no doubt that the ball had literally disappeared.


    However, a few moments later, when Ishikuno ran past him without the ball, Lucas heard the sound of the ball and realized that what Ishikuno had done was to hide the ball while doing a backheel flick to pass it to a teammate. Thus, the sound of the ball being touched that Lucas heard was the sound of Ishikuno''s teammate completing a triangulation that left Lucas lost.


    Ishikuno began to run past one defender after another, keeping the ball close to his feet as if glued to them. He exchanged quick glances with his teammates, signaling the next move.


    Keisuke, one of Itou High School''s forwards, positioned himself to receive a pass, while Takeshi, another player, prepared for a possible rebound.


    Ishikuno skillfully dribbled around the Wushia High School defenders.


    The Itou High School players were far away, not giving Ishikuno many passing options, but he still advanced on his own.


    Kenji tried to close the space, but Ishikuno had already anticipated it. With a quick turn, he evaded Kenji and left him behind. Fortunately, Hidefumi covered Kenji''s mistake and kicked the ball away from Ishikuno''s feet, sending it to the side of the field and ending the frighteningly promising attack that Ishikuno had created.


    Surprisingly, the Wushia High School players were already panting, not from fatigue, but from their hearts racing.


    "Are we going to have to endure this for another 89 minutes?" Kuwabara asked in a cold sweat.


    Lucas looked at his teammates and saw the same startled expression on their faces.


    Ishikuno was that kind of player, a monster capable of terrifying opponents with his superhuman talent.


    Takeshi, a player from Itou High School, saw the scene of the Wushia High School players being frightened by Ishikuno and smiled a little nervously.


    ''I don''t blame them for being scared. I was the same way when I saw Shinto play for the first time...''


    Hidefumi, however, seemed calm. He had saved the team with a shot that averted the immediate danger. Sear?h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Well done, Hidefumi!" Lucas shouted and gave him a nod of appreciation.


    Hidefumi smiled back only briefly and straightened his headband, which was starting to slip due to sweat.


    "We have to keep an eye on Ishikuno." Hidefumi said in a serious tone. "He is fast, unpredictable. If we can surround him and not give him any space, we can mitigate the threat."


    Wushia High School would have to work as a team to take on a player like Ishikuno.


    Ishikuno looked around the field, analyzing the formation of the opposing team.


    Keisuke and Takeshi, his teammates, were strategically positioned off to the side, waiting for an opportunity to receive the ball and help with the attack.


    The referee blew his whistle to allow a corner kick. The ball was put into play and was soon in the possession of Wushia High School, where Hidefumi took it again. He looked for Lucas, who was already in a favorable position in the midfield.


    Hidefumi passed the ball to Kenji, who passed it on to Lucas.


    "Let''s go." Lucas muttered to himself and ran like a winger. He picked up the ball and made a long pass to Nishida.


    Combining defense and offense with quick passes was Wushia High School''s specialty. At least, that''s what this team had been doing best since they started playing together six months ago.


    Lucas made a long pass to Nishida, who was further up the field. Nishida controlled the ball and charged forward, his imposing presence cutting through the opposing defense.


    Keisuke, Itou High School''s #12, was nearby and ran towards Nishidato try to intercept the ball. However, Nishida didn''t lose his cool and passed to Kuwabara, who was approaching from the side.


    Kuwabara was small, but he was a little faster than their right winger, so a few weeks ago, Mr. Yamamoto practiced a position reversal and had Kuwabara go forward with some special moves.


    Kuwabara ran down the right sideline with a smile on his face and his eyes fixed on the opposing goal. ''This is where I get to consecrate myself with the babes watching!''


    He crossed the ball to the center of the field, where Lucas, Nishida, and Tsukada were already positioned. Lucas tried to jump with <Stellar Impulse>, but...


    [<Stellar Impulse> failed].


    His chance of jumping as high as Nishida was about 15%. In other words, he couldn''t do it every time.


    Luckily, Nishida was there to show off his No. 9 skills, and he jumped higher than any defender to head the ball into the goal.


    Nishida headed the ball powerfully into the left corner of the net, leaving the goalkeeper no chance.


    The High School Itou goalkeeper stretched but couldn''t reach the ball. The ball went into the right corner of the goal, and the stadium erupted in applause. Nishida ran to the stands to celebrate.


    "That''s it!" Lucas shouted, jumping onto Nishida''s back.


    "I''M THE BEST!" Nishida said, opening his arms to the crowd.

 Chapter 27 26 - Skill Characteristic

    [Wushia High School 1-0 Itou High School.]Cheers echoed through the stands as Lucas and his teammates hugged each other in celebration of Nishida''s goal.


    On the other side of the field, however, Ishikuno stood watching the scene with an unusual expression on his face. His mischievous smile had not disappeared; in fact, it seemed to have grown more intense.


    When Lucas'' eyes met Ishikuno''s, he noticed something different. It wasn''t just the usual competitiveness of a soccer player. There was a brightness, an intensity you don''t see every day.


    Ishikuno wasn''t discouraged by the goal; he was excited, almost as if this was the opportunity he had been waiting for to show off his soccer skills, almost as if he was more excited to face us with the score against us than before.


    Hidefumi, who was closest to Ishikuno, felt a chill run down his spine. It was a strange feeling, a mixture of admiration and fear.


    ''No one should look so excited after scoring a goal.'' Hidefumi thought, frowning. He knew that Ishikuno was talented, but there was something else, something almost monstrous in the way he thought.


    When the game started again, Ishikuno''s position changed immediately. He moved between defense, midfield, and offense, as if floating on the field, creating offensive opportunities. Every time he touched the ball, he seemed to be one step ahead of the Wushia defenders.


    Hidefumi tried to remain confident, but it was hard not to be overwhelmed by Ishikuno''s imposing presence.


    "Shit, stop him!" shouted Lucas, trying to run after Ishikuno after a dribble that left him on the ground.


    Ishikuno advanced down the left flank, masterfully dribbling past the Wushia players. He made a quick pass to one of his teammates, who quickly returned the ball after Ishikuno passed behind Kenji.


    Ishikuno was getting dangerously close to the area, and Lucas knew he had to act quickly. He stood up and ran toward Ishikuno, determined to stop him even if it meant fouling him, but the Itou High School prodigy was already far away.


    With an agile movement, Ishikuno executed a perfect spin as Hidefumi tried to stop him, dribbling past him. He then cut in from the left, pulling the ball close to his body to shake off a tackle from Kuwabara and found himself face-to-face with the Wushia School goalkeeper.


    Ishikuno smiled, a smile that Lucas began to understand meant trouble. He kicked the ball, aiming for what the South Americans called the ''drawer''.


    Toshinori, Wushia''s goalkeeper, stretched as far as he could, but the ball flew past him and into the goal with a deafening noise.


    The stadium exploded again, this time even louder. Ishikuno raised his arms and ran to hug his teammates.


    At that moment, Lucas felt as if Ishikuno had put the entire weight of the stadium on his back.


    The game had been tied, and despite everything, it didn''t mean that Wushia High School had lost. However, the crowd was mostly in favor of Itou High School.


    "Come on, guys! We''re still in the game!" shouted Tsukada, clapping his hands and trying to pump up his team. "We need to keep attacking from the wings. It''s our best chance! They''re all good players, but we already knew that, didn''t we?"


    Kuwabara vigorously agreed. "That''s it! Let''s show them why we train so hard."


    For his part, Nishida was already in the middle of the field, waiting for the Itou High School players to return so that the game could be restarted. Nishidahad an irritated look on his face and probably a bruised ego. He was used to being the star of every game, the top scorer, so his irritation was more about ambition than anything else.


    Lucas went up to him with the intention of asking him to repeat the play from earlier in the game, when Nishida had shredded their defense from the start. But Nishida spoke to him first.


    "Lucas, you need to play better." He wasn''t looking at Lucas, but at the Itou High School boys, who were returning to their seats at the referee''s command. "Our team needs everyone to think about playing soccer."


    From the start of the game, Lucas'' attention was almost exclusively on Ishikuno, as if he had become a shadow of the Itou High School prodigy. This was not only a tactical problem but also a lack of confidence. Lucas had proven himself to be a necessary player for his team, no wonder he had become a starter, but this second match of his was far from the quality he had shown in the first.


    Lucas took a deep breath and nodded, even though Nishida wasn''t looking at him.


    The referee blew his whistle, signaling that the match could resume. With a grim expression on his face, Nishida kicked the ball to Kenji, who quickly passed it to Tsukada, and the game was back on.


    Wushia High School needed to regain their rhythm, and Lucas knew that this depended not only on good strategy, but also on good execution.


    At midfield, Lucas'' eyes scanned the field, looking for an opening. He looked at Ishikuno, who was also scanning the field.


    ''So. that''s how he does it, he knows where he''s going even as he''s acting. Up close it looks like pure improvisation, but from a distance you can see he''s thinking.''


    Lucas could copy one skill per day with <Replicating Genius>, but the use of this skill was limited by three characteristics.


    The first and second limitations were that this skill only worked once a day and in real life, so he couldn''t try to copy a skill he had seen on video. The third was something Lucas didn''t fully understand, but so far he hadn''t been able to copy two skills from one person.


    In conclusion, as much as Lucas wanted to copy Nishida''s finishing skill so that he could finish as well as the top scorer at Wushia High School, Lucas couldn''t because he had already copied his thrust.


    ''Today, the obvious choice to be my target is Shinto Ishikuno. The only problem is, just like when I copied Nishida, I''m not sure which skill to copy. It seems to be a spur of the moment thing. In other words, I have to let him demonstrate the skill I want to copy in order to activate the <Replicating Genius> at that moment.'' Lucas analyzed.


    [Your conclusion is correct. The <Replicating Genius> skill copies the skill that the target is currently using. For example, when you copied Tsuyoshi Nishida, he was jumping, so you copied the skill <Stellar Impulse>].


    ''Yes, but this skill characteristic doesn''t make it as easy as it sounds, especially when the targets are players who have such a large arsenal of skills like Ishikuno. If I try to copy him, I''m sure I won''t be copying a general dribbling skill, but a specific one.'' S§×arch* The N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    [If you want to learn to dribble like Ishikuno, your only chance is to become his teammate and copy his skills on a daily basis, because it''s impossible for you to copy his entire arsenal of dribbling skills in one go].


    ''This complicates things, but it gives me an idea¡­''

 Chapter 28 27 - The Monster Show

    Usually, the ball would roll quickly through the feet of the Wushia High School players, a characteristic of the team''s play, but these passes were often intercepted.Lucas looked at his teammates and analyzed them. They still didn''t seem nervous enough to start intercepting a lot of passes, so it was clear that Itou High School had learned how they played and had adapted.


    What''s more, every time the ball was intercepted and taken by Itou High School players, it was always passed to Shinto Ishikuno, no matter how far away he was.


    However, Wushia High School had good defenders, and interceptions and steals were not uncommon for them either.


    "Over here!" Nishida shouted and rushed forward.


    The ball reached Kenji, who passed to Tsukada without hesitation. The field was open and the opportunity for a promising attack presented itself.


    Tsukada advanced, dribbling past one of Itou''s defenders, but was soon surrounded by two more. He gritted his teeth in frustration. With a quick pass, he gave the ball back to Kenji, who then passed to Lucas, who was free on the left.


    The latter, now aware that he couldn''t be distracted by Ishikuno, concentrated on creating an attacking move. With a strong touch, he let the ball run free on the turf before beating his marker at speed with a backheel.


    But Itou were prepared. Their defense adapted quickly, closing down the left-back and forcing Lucas to look for another option. He looked to Nishida, who was already in the penalty area, ready to receive a cross. Lucas lofted the ball towards Nishida.


    Nishida leapt, but the ball was deflected by the Itou defender, who sent it wide.


    "Shit! If only I''d been quicker!" Nishida muttered to himself.


    "Don''t put too much pressure on yourself, man. It was a good jump." The opposing defender kindly tried to cheer Nishid aup, who glared at him so angry that the boy backed away. "Sorry about that..."


    The Itou High School fans, who were the majority in the stadium, shouted and whistled, trying to rattle the Wushia players.


    "Hey Lucas, get in the box. You''ve got very good pace, you''ll be very useful there," Kenji said as Lucas picked up the ball to go for the corner.


    "But your shot from outside the box could also be useful."


    "It might not look like it, but they''re very well set up defensively. So they won''t give me space to shoot from outside the box. It''s better to have you in the area and bother them with your jump."


    Kenji positioned himself for the corner. He quickly glanced at his teammates, looking for the best moment to launch the ball. With a strong kick, he sent the ball into the box, and the wind made the ball fly in a large arc.


    Nishida and the Itou defenders engaged in an intense aerial battle. Unfortunately, the ball was deflected out of the box by an Itou defender and landed at the feet of Kuwabara, who quickly attempted a long-range shot, Kenji style.


    The ball was close to the corner, but Itou''s goalkeeper made a spectacular fingertip save.


    The game was intense, and the pressure on both teams was evident in the tense expressions on both coaches'' faces. High School Itou''s defense was solid, and Ishikuno remained a constant threat. Every time the ball reached his feet, the Wushia players were on high alert.


    In Wushia''s defense, Yugga struggled to keep the ball, but the high marking Itou tried to impose was annoying. He managed to get past one marker with a triangulation and looked forward, where he saw Lucas positioned in the middle of the pitch. He sent the ball to Lucas, who received it, but before Lucas could do anything, Ishikuno appeared out of nowhere and dispossessed him with a cart.


    Not only did Ishikuno have a supernatural talent for dribbling, but he also had a lot of breath, and the fans couldn''t help but comment.


    "Did you see that? This kid is unbelievable!" exclaimed one fan.


    "He has a level of dribbling that most professional strikers in Japan don''t have, and he still knows how to help the team defensively."


    "He is fast, smart and analytical. Without a doubt, the best on the pitch so far."


    "If things continue like this, Itou High School will score another goal. And when Wushia''s formation opens up to try to equalize, Ishikuno will be there."


    All the Wushia High School players had the same pessimistic impression as those watching from the sidelines. In fact, it was even worse.


    It was hard not to get discouraged, angry, and shaken when playing against a player like Ishikuno, who seemed to get past anyone.


    In the end, Ishikuno was like a ghost, always one step ahead of the defenders.


    Kuwabara tried to intercept him with a trolley when Ishikuno picked up the ball in midfield and started dribbling, but Ishikuno, with incredible skill, lifted the ball slightly and let it pass over the defender.


    "What?" Kuwabara exclaimed.


    The stands erupted in applause and cries of admiration. Ishikuno was doing what he wanted on the field, and Wushia High School seemed powerless to stop him. He approached the area, and Toshinori, Wushia''s goalkeeper, braced himself for the inevitable.


    "Come on, Toshinori! You can do it!" shouted Hidefumi, trying to instill confidence in the goalkeeper.


    Ishikuno raised his head and analyzed his options. With one shot, he sent the ball toward the goal.


    Toshinori stretched as far as he could and couldn''t reach it, but the ball went just wide of the post, much to the relief of the Wushia players.


    The ball was cleared off the line and Wushia had a chance to restart the game. The team needed something to break Itou''s solid defense. S§×ar?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    It didn''t take long for Itou High School to regain possession, and they predictably played the ball to Ishikuno to create space.


    Then it was Lucas who stepped into Ishikuno''s path and looked him in the eye.


    Ishikuno stopped and threatened to move to the right.


    Lucas didn''t budge, holding his position with a serious, focused expression.


    Ishikuno then tried the left side, but Lucas stood firm, not giving an inch.


    Ishikuno''s eyes narrowed, and he knew that Lucas would no longer fall for simple dribbles. The passing options weren''t good either. So Ishikuno had to pass to Lucas or drop back, and dropping back was something he never liked to do.


    Ishikuno smiled and with this joyful expression he performed a breathtaking dribble, with a body feint, a pass with the sole of his right foot over the ball and finally Lucas was nutmegged. Ishikuno passed Lucas, leaving him stunned.


    At that moment, just when Ishikuno thought he had won, Lucas smiled. It wasn''t a smile of contempt, but a smile of recognition, for this was the moment he had been waiting for.


    [The player Shinto Ishikuno has just demonstrated the skill <Mirage Feint>. Do you want to check the copying conditions for this skill?]

 Chapter 29 28 - A desperate or... admirable decision?

    [Skill Copy Conditions <Mirage Feint>: Make Ishikuno see you as a monster as well].''A monster?'' Lucas asked himself, feeling a chill run down his spine.


    Becoming a monster in the eyes of Ishikuno, who was already a monster to Lucas, meant playing on the same level as Ishikuno. In other words, Lucas would have to reach the level of one of the most promising young players in the country. This was not only absurd, but also crazy for Lucas, someone who considered himself to be talentless.


    Even so, the <Replicating Genius> skill was for everyday use only. So, once he used it, he could only copy this skill from Ishikuno and no one else on the field.


    To make matters worse, Itou High School seemed to be getting past Wushia High School''s defense with increasing ease. Ishikuno, after dribbling past Lucas, crossed the ball to the left wing and saw his teammate almost score a beautiful goal.


    Luckily, Toshinori was able to save the Wushia High School goal, but he was beginning to get tired. Soon, Toshinori wouldn''t be able to make any more shots, and even the defense wouldn''t be able to stop Itou High School.


    Lucas watched the whole scene with shock and realized that he couldn''t hesitate any longer. There was no time for that. Ishikuno had to see him as a monster, right? So that was what he was going to do. No matter what, Lucas would become a nightmare for Ishikuno.


    During the next breakthrough at Itou High School, Ishikuno realized that something had changed in Lucas. There was something unusual about this black-haired boy. Lucas wasn''t like the other midfielders at Wushia High School, who always fell for his feints and gave up after one or two dribbles. Even after being easily outdribbled, Lucas would run after Ishikuno to stop him.


    He was persistent and stubborn.


    After being passed by Ishikuno again, Lucas didn''t give up. Ishikuno glanced back and his heart leapt when he saw Lucas so close.


    Lucas recovered from his dribbles faster and faster. He had a determination in his eyes that were always focused on the striker, as if he was the only thing that mattered in the world.


    "This guy..." Ishikuno said aloud, feeling a bead of sweat run down the side of his face.


    Not everyone on and off the field saw Lucas'' ability to react in such a sportsmanlike manner, however.


    "Really? What''s that number 8 doing?"


    "I hadn''t noticed before, but he''s a bit rash, isn''t he?"


    "He wants to chase every ball, leaving holes in the team''s defense. Wushia High School used to be able to attack, but now they can''t even do that. Doesn''t he realize that he''s a nuisance?"


    Lucas didn''t care about the comments or the yelling. He was focused, ignoring the burning in his legs and the pain spreading through his body from the constant effort. He knew that he needed more than skill to stop Ishikuno, otherwise Hidefumi would have done it by now. He needed stamina, a willpower that could make him a nuisance to even the most talented striker.


    Ishikuno, still with the ball at his feet, tried to remain calm. He was used to being the most unpredictable player on the field, but now he felt that unpredictability had changed sides.


    "He''ll catch me..." Ishikuno said to himself, speeding up his pace with the ball, but something inside him wondered if that would be enough.


    The Wushia High School defense was organized, on the lookout for another attack from Ishikuno, who had amazing dribbling skills, but who needed help against a well-positioned defense. What''s more, they took advantage of the fact that Lucas was marking Ishikuno almost single-handedly, and managed to give the other Itou High School players more attention.


    Lucas seemed to be everywhere at once, helping the defense, returning to the attack, and when the ball rolled to Ishikuno, Lucas was already approaching him again to mark him individually.


    After minutes like that, the fans who had previously criticized Lucas began to marvel at Lucas'' willpower.


    "This kid...doesn''t he get tired?" one spectator asked in disbelief.


    "Lucas Tanaka... He''s not the most technically gifted, but he makes up for it with absurd stamina."


    [1 Elixir of Restoration has been consumed.]


    [You have recovered 50% of your stamina.]


    Lucas, who was drenched in sweat and practically exhausted, felt the energy return to his body and continued to run after Ishikuno.


    There was a tone of almost desperation in the way Lucas moved around the field, always coming back, always ready for the next move, as if he had infinite energy.


    It was then that Ishikuno finally realized the true challenge that lay before him. He was facing someone who embodied pure willpower. That animated smile of Lucas''s, which he had underestimated at first, now looked like the smile of a monster to Ishikuno. A monster that didn''t know the word "surrender", a monster that didn''t want to lose.


    "I have to end this now," Ishikuno decided, tightening his grip even more than he moved forward.


    But as much as he didn''t want to admit it, a broad smile appeared on his face. It was nice to play against someone so interesting.


    [Copy Conditions Achieved].


    [Skill <Mirage Feint> acquired].


    [<Mirage Feint> unlocked].


    In a flash, Ishikuno glanced back to confirm what she already knew: Lucas was there, coming closer and closer, his eyes fixed with an unyielding determination, as if he was willing to sacrifice everything for this victory.


    There was something in Lucas'' gaze that sent a shiver down Ishikuno''s spine - a mixture of madness and passion that he himself knew well, but which now seemed to be turning against him.


    But while Ishikuno was too preoccupied with Lucas, a crucial mistake was made.


    Hidefumi, the chief defender of Wushia High School, was already strategically positioned. He had read the game like a book. With impeccable precision, he stepped forward, stretched out his leg, and intercepted the ball with a firm touch. sea??h th§× N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Ishikuno barely had time to realize what had happened. In one instant, the ball was at his feet and in the next; it had been taken away by Hidefumi.


    "What...?" exclaimed Ishikuno and twisted to the defender.


    Hidefumi replied with a serious but slightly teasing expression in his eyes: "You''re focusing too much on Lucas. Don''t forget, he''s not playing alone."


    Hidefumi then made a quick pass to Lucas who, without Hidefumi having to ask or look at him, was already turning to start a lightning counterattack.


    The ball flew a few meters through the air and landed softly at Lucas'' feet.


    "That''s what I wanted." Lucas said.

 Chapter 30 29 -

    The ball rested gently at Lucas Tanaka''s feet, as if fate had decided to conspire in his favor.For a brief moment, time seemed to slow down.


    The crowd, previously engulfed in murmurs and criticisms of the way Lucas was playing, now watched in silence, waiting for the next move of the boy who had become the center of attention.


    Lucas lifted his head and scanned the horizon of the field. He knew he could not falter on this counterattack. Ishikuno was still on his tail, despite the mistake, and the opposing team wasn''t going to make it easy.


    Every muscle in his body screamed with exhaustion, but the energy he had regained from the elixir gave him a little of what he needed to keep going.


    Sweat dripped down his face in thick drops. Despite his fatigue, his feet moved with a precision he didn''t even know he still possessed. This was what scientists called skill, basically the result of hard work and consistency in playing soccer.


    When the ball hit the turf, Lucas took it with a light, almost affectionate touch and immediately began to run. Sear?h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Time returned to its normal speed, and with it, the pitch was transformed into a stage of controlled chaos.


    The opposing players quickly repositioned themselves, trying to close off the spaces that Lucas could exploit in this counterattack.


    The shouts of the coaches mingled with the screams of the fans, who were now completely captivated by the game.


    However, a figure appeared on the left side of the pitch. It was Kazuo Inoue, a defensive midfielder from Itou High School, known for his relentless marking and ability to read the game. He had been watching Lucas all game, waiting for the right moment to make his move.


    Kazuo was not only a skilled player but also a born strategist. He was the one who used Ishikuno all the time, always setting him up with passes, and he knew that if he could stop Lucas there, Wushia High School''s offense would fade along with his energy, and frustration would take hold of the man who had become Itou High School''s main obstacle.


    Kazuo moved forward with determination, quickly closing the gap between himself and Lucas. The midfielder didn''t want to give Lucas any space or time to think about his next move or to make one of his passes. With his gaze fixed on his opponent, he prepared to intercept the ball.


    Through his peripheral vision, Lucas saw Kazuo''s figure rapidly approaching. Lucas'' heart was pounding in his chest, but his face was pure calm. He remembered the skill he had acquired just moments before: Mirage Feint. It was a technique he had never used before, but now it seemed to be the only card he could play to get out of this situation.


    Kazuo was only a few meters away when Lucas made the move. With a slight tilt of his body to the right, he gave the impression that he was going to run in that direction.


    Kazuo immediately positioned himself to stop him.


    Suddenly, Lucas shifted his body weight to the left, the ball following his movement in an almost impossible spin.


    The change in direction was so quick and precise that Kazuo, as prepared as he was, couldn''t react in time. His feet tried to adjust, but it was too late.


    Kazuo still tried to extend his leg to reach the ball, but the illusion created by Lucas'' movement caused him to kick into empty air and fall to the ground. His eyes widened in surprise and frustration as he watched helplessly as the junior player moved on.


    Shock flashed across his face as he could not believe he had been so easily defeated.


    ''What the hell? Is he a dribbler like Ishikuno?'' Kazuo thought.


    He was expecting a simple dribble, but what Lucas did was worthy of a striker. And at that moment, the crowd erupted.


    Shouts of admiration and disbelief echoed from the stands as the crowd tried to process what they had just witnessed.


    "Did you see that?! How did he do that?"


    "That''s what?!!!"


    "It''s unbelievable! He walked past #6 like it was nothing!" Another fan shouted, getting up from his seat to get a better view of the court.


    Even the online commentators in their reserved seats were momentarily speechless, until one of them regained his composure and began to describe the play with obvious excitement in his voice:


    "And there goes Lucas Tanaka, the boy who doesn''t know the word ''give up''! He''s just made a spectacular dribble to leave Kazuo Inoue behind! It''s a move that will live long in the memory of all Wushia High players, as it seems to mark a shocking turnaround! Lucas'' will seems to be catching up with his teammates, because look at him, they''re all moving forward with him!"


    Lucas could feel his heart beating fast:


    ''I can do it now! Did you see that, Ishikuno?'' he thought with a smile on his face.


    The sound of the crowd''s shouts seemed far away, almost drowned out by the absolute concentration that filled his mind. The energy that Lucas had created with that spectacular dribble seemed to have spread throughout the entire Wushia High School team, like a bolt of lightning striking the earth and causing everything around it to vibrate.


    Nishida, a little further up the court, looked at Lucas and waited for the pass he knew would come.


    The ball, which seemed to have a life of its own at Lucas'' feet, meandered across the pitch in an almost hypnotic rhythm as he searched for the best moment to make the decisive pass.


    Kazuo, still dazed from the previous dribble, tried desperately to reposition himself, but was now just a distant shadow, out of play.


    Lucas lifted his head for a moment.


    Nishida was free, but not for long. Two Itou High School defenders, like wolves hunting in pairs, began to close in on him, trying to anticipate Lucas'' pass, which was logically more likely to go to the team''s top scorer.


    In fact, Nishidahad the best chance of finishing and scoring; his physique and finishing ability were unique, but the two defenders were already too close.


    Lucas realized the risk. If he passed the ball to Nishida at that moment, Nishida might not be able to get away from his markers in time.


    The glimmer of opportunity he had seen was fading fast.


    Going for the goal alone wasn''t possible either. Even if he used <Mirage Faint> again, there was no guarantee of a hit.


    Then, something caught Lucas'' eye. A figure standing in the same direction as Nishida, but further back. It was Tsukada, Wushia High School''s number 10, running at speed, his eyes fixed on the ball and the space opening up around him. He was free, unmarked, and advancing quickly.


    Lucas wasn''t so sure about Tsukada, but he made his decision in a split second. He changed the position of his body and directed the pass so that Tsukada was almost alone with the goalkeeper.

 Chapter 31 30 - Goals

    Tsukada, Wushia High School''s #10, advanced like an arrow from a bow, with an open space in front of him, unnoticed by Itou High School''s defenders, who were focused on Tsuyoshi Nishida. It was an opportunity that could change the course of the match, something Lucas couldn''t ignore.Lucas subtly changed the angle of his body, disguising the intended pass that any spectator or opposing player would expect.


    The defenders, already prepared to block the pass intended for Nishida, were caught off guard when the ball passed behind them.


    The pass didn''t go to Nishida, but to Tsukada, who was perfectly positioned to receive the ball behind the defense.


    The sound of the crowd, which had seemed distant before, returned to Lucas'' ears with the force of a wave breaking violently on the beach.


    The pass glided across the field with almost surgical precision, cutting like a razor.


    Tsukada, seeing that the pass was for him, could already feel the sensation of the net rattling as he hit the goal. His heart was racing, but it was a familiar rhythm, the rhythm of someone who was used to being the hero wherever he went.


    Tsukada reached for the ball and adjusted his body for the shot. He kicked with his right foot, with all the power and technique he possessed.


    The ball flew in a precise curve toward the upper right corner of the goal. But then something inexplicable happened. The ball, seemingly destined for the back of the net, began to lose momentum at the last moment.


    Tsukada saw the perfect curve begin to deviate slightly, as if a treacherous wind had altered its trajectory. He watched in horror as the ball struck the crossbar, reverberating like a thunderclap around the stadium before bouncing out of reach of any player on the field.


    Lucas couldn''t believe what had just happened.


    Tsukada felt his legs fail him, and in an almost involuntary movement, he fell to his knees on the field. His mind was unable to process the reality of the mistake he had just made.


    The muffled sound of the crowd was in murmurs of disbelief and disappointment.


    Lucas remained static. His feet seemed to be planted on the pitch as his mind tried to process the catastrophic mistake.


    ''He missed... At the most crucial moment of the game, he failed to do what everyone expected of him...'' Lucas thought as he stared at Tsukada on the ground in disbelief.


    The wind blew gently across the field, bringing a cold breeze that only added to the weight of this moment.


    Tsukada felt small, diminished by the magnitude of his failure.


    Lucas walked over to Tsukada, who remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the ground. As Lucas approached, he extended his hand, a simple gesture.


    Tsukada lifted his head and looked into Lucas'' eyes.


    Lucas showed no anger or frustration. The shock was still in his face, but there was something else in his eyes - something Tsukada hadn''t expected. There was understanding, empathy. Lucas knew the weight Tsukada carried as number 10, because that was the number he wanted to wear one day.


    Tsukada hesitated for a moment, still ashamed of his mistake. But then, seeing the expression on Lucas'' face - a mixture of weariness, acceptance and, above all, solidarity - he finally accepted the outstretched hand.


    With a deep sigh, Tsukada took Lucas'' hand and pulled him back up.


    "I... I''m sorry. I should have kicked you. I teased you at first, and when you really trusted me... I failed."


    Lucas shook his head negatively, a small, tired smile appearing on his lips. "Don''t worry, Tsukada. The game isn''t over yet."


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    The clock was ticking down relentlessly, and the tie seemed to be more of a defeat than a victory for Wushia High School.


    Before the final play, which began with a steal of the ball, High School Itou were the ones in control. So when High School Itou''s goalkeeper took the penalty kick, it wasn''t expected that the dynamic on the pitch would change much.


    With a powerful shot, the goalkeeper sent the ball into the middle of the field, where players from both teams engaged in a fierce battle in the air. The ball was headed away by a High School Itou player and landed at the feet of one of their midfielders.


    Itou High School''s pressure on Wushia High School, which had already dominated much of the game, intensified.


    The Wushia players, aware of the technical superiority of their opponents, quickly backed off to try to stop the advance. The defense was organized, but exhaustion was already beginning to take its toll on many of their legs.


    Lucas'' eyes were fixed on the opposing player, who was advancing with the ball, looking for a gap in Wushia''s defensive wall.


    The Itou High School player looked around, looking for a way to pass. He saw his most advanced attacker, Yamato, running toward the penalty area. With an agile and unexpected move, he passed the ball perfectly, finding Yamato in a dangerous position. Wushia''s defense was taken by surprise, and the screams of the Itou fans echoed like the roar of a predator about to pounce.


    But before Yamato could finish his shot, the Wushia High School defense closed in on him.


    Kuwabara, Wushia High School''s right back, managed to intercept the pass, causing the ball to bounce toward midfield and land at Kenji''s feet. He lifted his head to look for an open teammate. He spotted Tsuyoshi Nishida, who, despite the intense play and constant pressure, still seemed to have some energy left, as he hadn''t moved or attacked much.


    Nishida gestured for the ball with a commanding movement. Kenji, aware of Nishida''s abilities, made the pass and sent the ball his way.


    Nishida received the ball with an ease that seemed to contradict the intensity of the game. He took it in his chest, quickly placed it on the ground, and began to take long strides forward.


    The field seemed to open up in front of him, but the Itou High School players quickly sensed the threat and began to surround him.


    With a quick and unexpected touch, Nishida managed to outrun the first marker, leaving him behind as he ran.


    Three Itou High School players quickly approached in an attempt to surround him and neutralize the threat.


    Nishida, however, was not the type of player to be intimidated. With a pass to Lucas, who was approaching from the left, he managed to get away from the triple marker and found space to continue his advance.


    Soon after, Lucas returned the pass to Nishida, who saw the ball coming towards him and managed to control it, but the marking was relentless. There were still two High School Itou players in front of Nishida, and even more behind him.


    It wouldn''t be possible to play with Lucas again because the defense was tighter, and as soon as he slowed down to face the players in front of him, those behind him would catch up.


    Besides, he was still far from the goal. He had to think fast. Nishida felt the pressure on his shoulders grow, but instead of backing down, he decided to risk it all.


    ''Fuck it... I''ll do it for my self!'' Nishida thought.


    He grabbed the ball and prepared to shoot from just outside the box.


    An opposing defender, sensing Nishida''s intention, stepped forward to block. "We can''t let him shoot because..."


    Nishida was quicker. He unleashed a shot with a force that seemed superhuman.


    The ball sliced through the air like a cannonball, heading toward the goal with frightening speed.


    The crowd, the players, the coaches - everyone was paralyzed for a moment.


    The Itou High School goalkeeper, despite his experience and quick reflexes, only noticed the shot when the ball hit the back of the net. He was still standing there, arms outstretched, hearing only the sound of the ball falling behind him and into the goal.


    "What a strike!!!" said the announcer of the online broadcast.

 Chapter 32 31 - The Turning Goal

    The stadium erupted in a deafening roar as Nishida''s shot crashed into the back of the net with the force of a meteorite. S§×ar?h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.Tsuyoshi Nishida''s goal wasn''t just another point on the scoreboard; it was a masterpiece, a masterful painting, the likes of which can only be seen on television. For a brief moment, this field of green grass had become his canvas.


    The Wushia High School players rose like a wave in ecstasy. Arms in the air, screaming, jumping and hugging, all at the same time in chaotic celebration.


    Even the most skeptical spectators in the stands couldn''t deny what they had just witnessed. This match had been more exciting than anyone could have predicted.


    Nishida''s eyes, still fixed on the goal, revealed his surprise. For a few seconds, he didn''t smile or celebrate. Instead, he just stood there, his chest rising and falling as his heart raced in his chest.


    While the Itou High School players looked at each other in disbelief at what had just happened, Nishida''s teammates ran towards him.


    Lucas was the first to reach him and jumped on his back.


    "Man, you did it!" Lucas shouted.


    Other Wushia High School players joined in the celebration surrounding Nishida. Each of them was clearly exhausted, sweat dripping from their foreheads, but the gleam in their eyes was impossible to ignore.


    Kenji gave Nishidaa gentle pat on the back. "I knew you had something up your sleeve, but this... was surreal."


    Nishida finally smiled, a small smile befitting his reserved personality, but full of satisfaction. "It had to be now, didn''t it? There was no other chance."


    On the sidelines, Wushia''s coach, Mr. Yamamoto, watched the scene with an expression of unbridled pride. He knew of Nishida''s potential, he always had, but even he was surprised by the precision and power of that shot.


    "Tsuyoshi... Tsuyoshi..." he murmured to himself, shaking his head in amazement. "This boy has something special."


    On the other side, the coach of Itou High School gesticulated furiously, trying to reorganize his players for the final minutes, but it was clear that Nishida''s goal had destabilized the team. They looked lost, their morale shattered.


    Itou''s goalkeeper picked up the ball at the back of the net and stared at it, trying to process how he''d been beaten so easily.


    "How could I not have seen this coming?" He asked himself.


    The referee finally restored order to the field and blew the whistle to resume play.


    The Itou High School players lined up for the restart, but the flame that had once burned in their eyes seemed to have been completely extinguished.


    Extra time was almost up, and everyone knew that Nishida''s goal would probably seal the match''s fate.


    Even Shinto Ishikuno, the monster from Itou High School, was a little frightened by the turn of events.


    When the ball was put back into play, most of Wushia''s players remained in their formation, but they were visibly more relaxed, confident that victory was within their grasp.


    Nishida, however, remained focused. "It''s not over yet," he said.


    On the field, the clock seemed to run slower than ever for Wushia High School. Every second that passed was a blessing for Wushia and a burden for Itou.


    The ball moved from side to side, but Itou''s momentum was gone. They were on the field, but their minds seemed to be elsewhere, perhaps reliving Nishida''s shot while trying to find some mistake or flaw that would explain what had happened.


    When the final whistle blew a minute later, it was as if an electric charge had been released throughout the stadium.


    The Wushia High School players erupted in celebration again, and this time Nishida let go, raising his arms to the sky and shouting as he and his teammates ran toward the coach.


    Nishida was quickly surrounded by his teammates, all eager to show their gratitude to the player who had sealed their victory.


    Mr. Yamamoto approached and put an arm around Nishida''s shoulders. "That was brilliant, Tsuyoshi. Today, you showed everyone why you''re one of the best."


    Nishida smiled again, this time more openly. "Thanks, coach."


    Meanwhile, in the stands, several Wushia High School fans were chanting Nishida''s name.


    Even the commentators on the online broadcast were ecstatic, praising the skill and courage Nishida had shown in risking that shot.


    "This kid has a bright future. What we saw today wasn''t just luck, it was pure stardom. Mr. Doya, our expert on high school teams and national grassroots soccer, did you know him?"


    "Tsuyoshi Nishida has always been a standout in the youth leagues. He''s always had this natural ability to score goals, but like today, he didn''t make many appearances in the course of the game because he was always very well marked. Still, he seems to have a star in him, doesn''t he?


    Even though he was out of action for the whole game, he comes on at the right time and fires a powerful shot from this distance towards the goal. It''s crazy. For sure, Tsuyoshi Nishida is a youngster to keep an eye on, and it''s a warning to the big national clubs."


    "Yes, yes. Definitely. I think that apart from the surprising goal in the 45th minute, Wushia High School''s performance today was also surprising. There were high expectations for Itou High School. Do you think that might have had a negative effect?"


    "It''s hard to say. They''re all young players, and their emotions are unpredictable. However, I don''t think that High School Itou''s defeat today was due to nerves. They didn''t play badly. In fact, I think they did even more to win than they did in the first game, when they massacred their opponents."


    "Ohh! So why do you think today''s result wasn''t what you expected?"


    "Can I be honest?"


    "Of course!"


    "I think the main culprit is that young midfielder. Let me see his name here... Um, yes, Lucas Tanaka, the #8 from Wushia High School!"


    "Actually, come to think of it, he didn''t give Itou High School''s midfield or Shinto Ishikuno a moment''s peace. That boy has energy!"


    "More than energy, he did it with intelligence."


    "What do you mean?"


    "Look at it this way: Itou High School has quality when it has freedom. That way, the passes always reach Shinto Ishikuno, who can single-handedly disorganize a team''s entire defensive structure. On the other hand, if the pass to Shinto Ishikuno is made under pressure, he won''t have as many opportunities.


    What''s more, by creating a system of individual marking on Ishikuno, the talented dribbler will be able to get forward two or three players at a time, but when he has to make a play to avoid losing the ball, Lucas will be there to get in his way and make him hesitate, make a mistake, or even take a risk."


    "Huh? Did that kid think all that up?"


    "If he didn''t think, it would be even scarier, because it means he acted on instinct."


    "There you are, Lucas Tanaka! The boy managed to stop the great talent Shinto Ishikuno! Wushia High School will now advance to the main round of the Chubu Regional Summer Championships!"

 Chapter 33 32 - Beat the Sleeping Monster

    [Congratulations! You have completed the quest "Beat the Sleeping Monster"!][You have earned the following rewards:


    +200 Star Points


    +1 Epic Loot Box


    +10 Attribute Points


    +1 Mysterious Common Card].


    Lucas Tanaka saw the system''s notifications appear in front of his eyes as soon as he left the arena.


    So I really managed to outsmart him? Ah, what a relief. I thought for a moment that Nishidahad taken all the attention. Lucas thought, but unfortunately, he wouldn''t have time to check his reward yet. Better to take his time.


    Lucas Tanaka took one last look at the field, where the echo of the shouts still echoed in the stands.


    After this exhausting game, all he wanted was a moment''s rest and a hot shower.


    The entrance to the locker room was a hubbub of voices and laughter, a lively celebration of the hard-fought victory.


    "Hey, Lucas!" Kuwabara''s voice stopped Lucas in his tracks.


    "What?"


    "Did you see that woman over there? The one with the dark hair and the blue eyes? She keeps looking over here. Do you think it''s me?" Kuwabara asked, pointing to a woman in a white summer dress.


    Lucas followed Kuwabara''s gaze to near the steps of the grandstand, where the woman was standing. She was small, with black hair cascading down her back.


    Lucas stifled a laugh. "This is Moeka Tahara, Kuwabara. She''s the volunteer nurse."


    Kuwabara''s smile faltered for a second before he pulled himself together and forced a laugh that clearly masked his disappointment. "Oh, really? I didn''t know they had such an impressive nurse." He scratched the back of his head, trying to hide his discomfort.


    "That''s right." Lucas replied, already imagining that Kuwabara was trying to find a way to save face. "Actually, I need to talk to her. I''m going to thank her for her help with my ankle."


    Kuwabara raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Go on, man. Thank her for me too. After all, if it wasn''t for her, you might not have been able to play today."


    Lucas nodded slightly and walked over to Moeka. As he approached, he saw that Moeka Tahara was a little lost as to where to look. It seemed that she hadn''t noticed that they were talking about her yet, so her eyes went to different places when she saw he approaching. She was the kind of person who didn''t open up easily to others. Lucas respected that, but he still had his other mission to complete.


    "Hi, Ms. Tahara." Lucas started, trying not to sound nervous. "I just wanted to thank you for helping me with my ankle before the game. If it wasn''t for you, I probably wouldn''t have been able to play."


    Moeka gave a soft, almost imperceptible, but genuine smile. "I''m glad I could help, Lucas. But it was you who did all the hard work on the field. I just did what was necessary to make sure you could play safely."


    "Anyway, thanks for that and thanks for coming. Do you want to talk somewhere that isn''t so noisy?" Lucas asked.


    He had already noticed that Moeka Tahara was the kind of person who preferred to go unnoticed. She had a quiet personality, and that was something Lucas admired. He knew that this invitation to talk in a quieter place might seem a little unusual, especially after she had already turned him down, but, surprisingly, she accepted.


    "Sure, we can talk somewhere else," she replied him with a shy smile, the kind of smile that warms any man''s heart. It was as if she was trying to hide the fact that she was flattered but didn''t want to show it too much.


    "Great."


    As the two of them walked towards the exit, Lucas felt the eyes of some of his teammates following him. One of those looks belonged to Tsuyoshi Nishida, who had just taken off his boots to let his feet breathe.


    "Hey, Tsukada," Nishidacalled to the teammate next to him.


    Tsukada, who was drinking water from a bottle, raised an eyebrow and followed Nishida''s gaze, noticing Lucas next to Moeka. He smiled, noticing something he rarely saw in Lucas: an attempt, however clumsy, to get close to a girl.


    "Well, that''s something new..." Tsukada commented with a mischievous grin. "I never thought of Tanaka as the flirtatious type."


    Nishidalaughed softly and shook his head in disbelief. "If he''s trying to be, he''s doing it wrong."


    "Why?"


    "Look at him," Nishidapointed with his chin. "All sweaty, still in his game clothes. If he really wants to impress an older woman like that, he should at least shower and change first."


    Tsukada laughed and agreed with Nishida. "You''re right, but now it''s explained how he had so much energy to run in that game."


    Nishidatook his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and quickly typed a message to Lucas. He glanced at his friend, who was still focused on Moeka, and sent the message without hesitation.


    A short vibration on Lucas'' phone alerted him to a new message. He asked Moeka to excuse him before checking what it was.


    Lucas opened the message and his eyes quickly scanned the words:


    [Nishida: You should at least shower and change before going out with a pretty girl. She deserves at least that, don''t you think?]


    Lucas couldn''t help but laugh silently. He quickly glanced at Nishida, who nodded slightly, as if to say "Trust me".


    Knowing that Nishidawas right, Lucas turned his attention to Moeka, who was waiting patiently with a curious expression on her face.


    "Moeka, I think it would be best if I changed before we go out to talk. Would you mind waiting for 10 minutes?"


    Moeka looked slightly surprised, but then agreed with an understanding smile. "Sure, no problem."


    "Thank you. I won''t be long." Lucas replied with relief in his voice. Sear?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    He turned quickly and headed for the changing rooms with a new sense of urgency. As he passed Nishidaand Tsukada, he couldn''t help but notice the mischievous smiles they both threw in his direction.


    "Go ahead, Casanova," Tsukada teased with a small laugh.


    "Don''t ruin everything," Nishidaadded, patting Lucas on the back as he passed.


    Lucas shook his head, a half-amused, half-embarrassed smile forming on his lips. He knew his friends were having fun at his expense, but deep down, he appreciated their concern.


    Nishidawas right, smelling fresh and not being sticky with sweat would probably help him avoid being rejected by Moeka a second time, and his chances seemed better now than before.

 Chapter 34 33 - A coffee Won’t Hurt

    When Lucas arrived at the locker room, he quickly found the locker where he had left his bag and began to take off his sweaty uniform. Then, as he quickly washed up, his thoughts turned to Moeka.He hadn''t met her in his past life, but he was pretty sure she would have rejected him even after seeing him play well. She didn''t seem like the type of woman who would be interested in him, and she wasn''t easy to win over.


    "She''s different from most women..." Lucas muttered to himself, soaping his arms.


    In his previous life, he had only had quick relationships, the kind that lasted a month at most. He worked too hard not to get fired by his strict boss, so he always had to work a lot of overtime. This kind of thing took precious hours out of his day, and even though he liked the girls, he sometimes went out with, he watched them walk away with their hands tied behind their backs.


    However, he was young now and had time to devote to not being a thirty-something single man.


    After a quick shower, he put on a clean t-shirt and jeans, looked in the mirror and grimaced.


    "Nothing impressive, but it''ll have to do." He laughed at himself.


    When he returned to where he had left Moeka, she was standing exactly where he had left her, staring absentmindedly at the sky. She turned when she heard Lucas'' footsteps approaching.


    "You were quick."


    "I didn''t want to keep you waiting too long," he replied.


    "Ready to go?" She asked, pointing to the exit. "Don''t worry. We won''t go far, so you won''t worry about your friends and coach." S§×ar?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    ''If she only knew what Mr. Yamamoto said to me when I told him I had to leave the locker room a little early because I wanted to talk to a girl...'' Lucas thought. Lucas thought, a bead of sweat running down his face as he remembered the old coach''s naughty side.


    The Asset Minato Stadium had a shopping mall inside, with souvenir shops, restaurants, and cafes scattered throughout the corridors. The interior was very modern and spacious, and it was a way for the stadium to make money even when there were no games, and the mall was very busy after games.


    Moeka and Lucas walked in silence for a moment, both feeling a little uncomfortable in the situation.


    "You played really well today, Lucas." Moeka finally broke the silence. "I knew you had potential from the rumors I heard, but I didn''t know you had so much energy."


    Lucas laughed. "If you think you saw energy today, you ain''t seen nothing yet."


    Moeka smiled and blushed a little, but soon returned to her usual expression. "That''s what I wanted to talk about."


    Lucas raised an eyebrow. "About what, exactly? About my energy?"


    Moeka hesitated for a moment, as if choosing her words carefully. "I wanted to know if... well, if the request to go out with me that day was some kind of bet with your teammates."


    Lucas stopped abruptly. "A bet? Of course not! What gave you that idea?"


    Moeka blushed slightly and looked away. "Well, it''s just something teenagers do sometimes. They make bets to see who can get a girl''s attention first or put pressure on a classmate to do something."


    "Moeka, I would never do that. When I asked you out, I meant it. I really wanted to spend time with you, without any bets or ulterior motives, well, ulterior motives I do have."


    Moeka was surprised by Lucas'' sincerity, put her hand to her mouth and laughed again, looking relieved. "It''s okay, I believe you, Lucas. And I really appreciate your feelings, but... I can''t repay you."


    Lucas felt a pang of disappointment. "And why not?"


    "Because it would be unprofessional of me. I''m a volunteer nurse here, and it''s not appropriate to have that kind of relationship with such a young player."


    "But you''re not working now, are you? We''re just chatting, off the clock. That doesn''t count as lack of professionalism."


    Moeka let out a small laugh, surprised by Lucas'' wit. "You''re smart, Lucas, but I still can''t."


    Lucas feigned an exaggerated sigh of defeat. "All right, you win. I''ll respect your decision. Now, since you can''t give me what I want. How about buying me a coffee so I don''t have to rush back to the locker room? I''d pay, but..." Lucas pulled out his pockets, revealing that he was penniless.


    "A coffee, huh? You really know how to turn a situation to your advantage, don''t you?"


    "I''ve learned that sometimes persistence is the key."


    Moeka was hard to decipher, but he was determined to spend more time with her and try to complete the mission of kissing her.


    "All right, a coffee won''t hurt."


    They chose a cozy coffee shop in the corner of the mall, where the aroma of freshly ground beans dominated the air, mingling with the sweet smell of cakes and pies on the counter.


    Lucas ordered an American coffee, simple and strong, like he used to drink during his long working days, while Moeka opted for an iced coffee with milk and a hint of caramel. They walked to the parking lot to wait for the Wushia High School team to leave the stadium.


    "So, Moeka, how about telling me a little more about yourself?" Lucas asked.


    Moeka held the cold glass in his hands. "There''s not much to tell, really." I''ve always liked helping people and being a nurse allows me to do that."


    "And you like football? Or do you volunteer more for the chance to help people?"


    "A bit of both, I''d say." Moeka replied with a slight smile. "I grew up in a family that always followed soccer. My brothers were fanatics, and I got the hang of it. But more than the sport itself, I like being where I can make a difference, however small."


    Moeka seemed so at peace with herself, so aware of her choices, that Lucas found himself reflecting on how he himself had changed since his reincarnation.


    "I understand. I think sometimes we just want to find a place where we can be useful, right? We spend so much time chasing goals and objectives that we sometimes forget to live in the moment, to enjoy the little things."


    Moeka stared at him for a moment, as if she was really surprised. "Yes, you have a very mature side, don''t you?"


    Lucas smiled, a bit embarrassed. "What? Don''t say it like that, I''m mentally more mature than any boy my age."


    "I can see that, you''re trying to find an older girlfriend." She joked, making him blush with embarrassment.


    She laughed, and the sound of her laughter made Lucas'' heart beat a little faster. Just then, Lucas picked up Moeka''s cup, which was lying between them on the bench, and took a sip of her iced coffee.


    "Hey, that''s my coffee." Moeka said, still laughing.


    Lucas'' eyes widened as he quickly removed the straw from his mouth.


    "Oh, sorry! I got my cup mixed up!"


    "Um... You saw you couldn''t get a direct kiss, so you stole an indirect one, right?" She looked at him with crossed eyes, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.


    "What?! Of course not!"


    [Congratulations! You have completed the ''Flirt'' mission!]


    [You have won the following rewards: + 1 Uncommon Loot Box and + 1 Common Mystery Card].


    "Don''t worry, Lucas. I know it was an honest mistake."


    Her tone was playful, but there was something else, a feeling that made Lucas relax. He laughed at his own distraction, and for a moment the embarrassment was replaced by a feeling of friendship.


    They chatted for a few more minutes until they saw the Wushia High School players leaving the stadium in the distance.


    Moeka sighed softly. "I think it''s time for me to go."


    "Time has passed quickly, Moeka."


    "It has." She agreed and stood up. "Thank you for the coffee and the conversation."


    "Thank you, Moeka. It was nice spending time with you."


    "Lucas, I hope you continue to play with the same passion you showed today. And remember, no matter what happens, you must always follow what you believe is right."


    "I promise, Moeka."


    So Lucas joined his colleagues while Moeka got into her car. When he sat down in his seat on the bus, he looked out and saw that she was no longer there.


    ''She rejected me, but it seems I managed to cheat the system with that simple indirect kiss... Well, not bad for a first rejection in your teens, right?'' He thought and a female face with a wicked smile appeared in his mind like a flash, making the smile on his face disappear. ''No, it wasn''t really my first rejection...''


    "Hey, Tanaka, you dropped this on the bus." Tsuyoshi Nishida approached Lucas and handed him a small piece of paper.


    Confused, Lucas opened the paper and there were several numbers on it that definitely made up a cell phone number, and underneath it was written: "Call me if it''s a big emergency, but only big emergencies."

 Chapter 35 34 - Skills

    *Knock, Knock!*"Will you be in there for long, Tanaka?" Tsuyoshi Nishida asked. "I have to go to the bathroom."


    "More five minutes!"


    "Argh! Never mind, I''ll use the bathroom in Kuwabara''s room."


    After arriving at his hotel room, Lucas locked himself in the bathroom of his room so he could tinker with the Champion System without his roommate, Nishida, thinking he was going crazy.


    "I got 10 attribute points for completing the mission to blind Shinto Ishikuno. I had 5 points left... What should I do with those points? My speed attribute is my highest attribute with 25 points, but if I want to be number 10, I don''t need to be very strong. I could invest some attributes in passing and the rest in defense..."


    The rewards Lucas had earned for completing two missions in a single day were many, but he felt that deciding where to invest his attribute points was a priority.


    If he was going to be a professional, every attribute was important. However, he couldn''t just think about distributing all the points equally, because he would be trying to become a perfect player, and that was probably unattainable. Therefore, Lucas had to focus on the type of player he wanted to be and invest more in that.


    Being the best at something would make him stand out much more than just being good at whatever he set his mind to.


    Of course Lucas wanted to become a complete player, but that shouldn''t be his focus just yet.


    "Okay, I''ve made up my mind." S§×arch* The N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    [You have allocated 5 attribute points to shooting. This attribute has increased from 21 to 26].


    [You can now better control the accuracy and power of your shots on goal.]


    [You have spent 7 attribute points on Physical. This stat has increased from 17 to 24].


    [Running for several minutes is no longer a problem for you.]


    [You have 3 Dribbling attribute points. This attribute increased from 17 to 20].


    [The success rate of your <Mirage Feint> skill has increased from 20% to 35%.]


    "Ouch, for only 3 attribute points, the success rate has increased that much?"


    [The skill <Mirage Feint> fights dribbling, so investing in that attribute will greatly increase its success rate. However, the success rate will never be 100% even if you reach 100 attribute points in Dribbling, because complications may occur].


    "I see. So if I invest in attributes that match my skills, I''ll improve my hit rate? Doesn''t that mean that since I invested in Physical, my <Stellar Impulse> hit rate should also improve?"


    [No. <Stellar Impulse> does not combine with any attribute, but with the talent called Positioning. When you earn talent points, if you invest them in Positioning, your hit rate will increase].


    "That''s... a bit wrong, isn''t it? How can my positioning be related to my punching power with this skill?"


    [It''s a matter of sensory elements].


    "Haha... Such an evasive answer. Alright, I''ll ignore it for now, C¨¦os."


    C¨¦os seemed to have answers for almost everything, though sometimes with a cryptic tone that frustrated him.


    Lucas Tanaka then opened his inventory and selected the first mysterious card. A new system screen appeared before his eyes, along with a [Reveal] button.


    It was always a risk - these cards could give him extremely useful skills or, as had only happened to him so far, skills completely irrelevant to soccer. But there was no reason not to open it.


    As Lucas clicked to open it, an elaborate animation unfolded before his eyes. The map spun in the air before revealing itself. Lucas leaned forward, trying to decipher the gray text that began to appear.


    [Common Skill <Mastery of Judo (Level 1)> obtained!]


    [<Mastery of Judo> unlocked].


    Lucas blinked, stunned. He could hardly believe what he saw.


    "Judo? Why on earth would I need Judo?"


    The frustration was palpable. He wasn''t training to be a martial artist; his goal was soccer, and any skill that didn''t directly contribute to that seemed like a waste of resources. Still, he knew he couldn''t just ignore the skill. It was there, part of his arsenal, and who knew, it might come in handy at some point.


    "Okay... come on, next card. I hope its something better." He told himself, trying to keep the hope alive.


    The process was repeated, and Lucas held his breath as the second card was revealed.


    [General Skill <Garden Expertise (Level 1)> Acquired!]


    [<Garden Expertise (Level 1)> unlocked].


    This time, he couldn''t stop laughing. "Garden? Really? I should give up soccer and open a flower shop now?"


    Lucas shook his head, laughing at the irony of the situation. It was ridiculous. Sure, maybe if he wanted to grow the perfect lawn for playing soccer, the skill would be of some use, but on the field, during a game? Unlikely. He knew the system could be unpredictable, but this was becoming a bad joke.


    [If you don''t like the skills you''ve obtained, you can destroy them to try to obtain a skill with a higher rarity.]


    "Is that serious?"


    [Yes. However, the success rate is about 50%. Also, the higher the rarity of the card, the lower the chance of being able to evolve it].


    Lucas ignored the second part of C¨¦os'' answer, focusing only on the first. "50%? Wait, if I destroy the cards and get cards of higher rarity, what''s the chance that they''ll be soccer-related?"


    [It is impossible to calculate this because the Champion system provides cards of every existing ability. Therefore, it''s true that the chances of getting a soccer-specific ability are low, but you can get abilities that help you on the field, such as <Double Strength>].


    "Having a chance to get a skill like that is certainly better than having a skill that focuses on gardening." Lucas said with a smile. He was starting to get excited about the possibilities again.

 Chapter 36 35 - Obtain & Destroy

    Lucas Tanaka stared at the screen in front of him, a wry smile slowly fading as his thoughts raced.The initial frustration of getting skills that seemed to have nothing to do with soccer vanished as he pondered what C¨¦os had mentioned. The idea of destroying the cards to possibly get something better tempted him, but he knew there was a considerable risk involved.


    Uncertainty was part of the equation, and while 50% was a reasonable chance, it still meant that the other half of the possibilities could leave him empty-handed.


    Lucas shook his head, trying to put the dilemma aside for the moment. He had to focus on what was in front of him.


    The champion system had given him two loot boxes as a reward for his last few missions, and he was now pinning his hopes on them.


    The first was an epic loot box, a treasure chest wrapped in a pulsating purple aura.


    The second was an unusual loot box, simpler in appearance, but still shimmering with a slight green tint.


    "Let''s start with the least promising, shall we? If the worst comes to the worst, I still have the Epic to save me."


    He held out his hand, his fingers hovering over the unusual loot box. When he touched the box, a gentle animation unfolded. The sound of a lock opening echoed in his mind, followed by the greenish glow that grew until it completely enveloped him. The light slowly faded, revealing three items floating in front of him.


    [You have obtained the item: <Lightning Boots (Level 2)>]


    [You have obtained the item: <Quick Recovery Gel>]


    Lucas raised an eyebrow as he examined the items. The boot immediately caught his eye. Its design was aerodynamic, with details in a shade of electric blue that seemed to pulsate. This boot had no branding, but it was beautiful. He knew that even though it was a level 2 boot, it probably offered some kind of speed boost - something that could be extremely useful on the field.


    The recovery gel, on the other hand, was handy, but not exactly what he expected from a loot box.


    "Well, it''s not all bad... At least there were two items this time." Lucas thought aloud, picking up the items and carefully placing them in his inventory. "But I really hope for more next time."


    His attention turned to the epic loot box. The purple glow seemed more intense now, as if the box itself was eager to be opened. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his decision. This box had the potential to change the course of things, to provide him with an item that could make all the difference in his journey.


    Lucas clicked on the epic loot box, and the animation that followed was even more magnificent. Sounds of metal being forged, like hammering on an anvil, mixed with the sound of stormy winds and thunder, all blending into a symphony that seemed to herald something monumental.


    The box opened with a flash of purple light, revealing three items floating majestically in front of him.


    [You have obtained the skill: <Titanic Weight (Level 1)>]


    [You have obtained the item: <Storm Sword (Level 3)>]


    [You have obtained the item: <Light Vision Elixir>]


    For a moment, Lucas did not react. The first thing he noticed was the Titanic Weight skill.


    "This is it... That''s exactly what I needed!" Lucas exclaimed, feeling a wave of relief and excitement. "What does this skill do?"


    [The <Titanic Weight> skill transforms your body weight into the equivalent of a 120 kg person for 1 minute.]


    "That''s good, but... won''t it slow you down?"


    [It will make you slower, but also much stronger and more resistant to impact].


    In other words, although the Titanic Weight skill had its drawbacks, it also had its advantages for use on the field, such as making a pivot or not getting pushed into the opponent''s goal area.


    "I think I can leave this skill aside for now," Lucas muttered, still thinking about the other rewards.


    The Storm Sword glowed a deep blue, as if it was constantly surrounded by an invisible thunderstorm. The sword seemed to scream power, but Lucas knew that as tempting as it was, he didn''t have much use for such a deadly weapon in his current life.


    "But it could be useful if I could sell it... But it would be too risky to sell it to humans. Hey, C¨¦os, can I sell this sword to the system or to you?"


    [Yes, it''s possible to trade the sword for credits within the Champion System].


    "Then I want to trade it."


    [The Storm Sword is currently worth 100 credits. Are you sure you want to complete the trade?"]


    "Is that a lot?"


    [Enough for you to buy a skill when you reach Star Level 10 and unlock the Champion Shop].


    "Very well, you may make the exchange."


    Lucas picked up the Elixir of Sharp Sight and twirled the vial in his fingers. The substance inside had a greenish color.


    "This might come in handy someday... who knows?"


    Lucas carefully placed all the items in his inventory and turned his attention back to the abilities he had gained from the mysterious cards. The idea of destroying them and trying his luck at something better was tugging at him, and he knew he couldn''t rest until he''d tried it.


    "Let''s do it then. I won''t lose anything by trying." He said to himself.


    Lucas opened the Champion System menu, located the skills, and selected <Mastery of Judo>. A red button with the word [Destroy] appeared on the screen, pulsing slightly as if to encourage him to make the decision.


    "Are you sure about this, Lucas? Remember, destroying a skill doesn''t guarantee you''ll get something better."


    "I know. But I''d rather take the risk than keep a skill that has nothing to do with what I need now. Judo is good, but I need something that will help me win at soccer."


    With a deep sigh, Lucas pressed the destruct button. The screen flashed, and then the <Mastery of Judo> skill began to disintegrate, turning into a cloud of glowing particles that vanished into thin air. For a moment, nothing happened until a message appeared.


    [No skill obtained].


    Lucas frowned, but shrugged. "Well, it was worth a try. I still have two more chances."


    Two more skills to destroy, but Lucas hesitated for a moment. This time, he selected the <Fast Vegetable Slicer> and clicked the [Destroy] button, and the skill began to disintegrate into a cloud of glowing particles.


    Lucas'' heart pounded as he waited for the result. When the screen flashed with the same message as before, he felt a wave of frustration. S§×arch* The N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    [No skills obtained].


    "Damn... Weren''t my chances 50%?"


    "Yes, but 50% for each attempt. The chance of a coin landing on the same side twice is lower, but it''s not zero."


    Lucas closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Even though he had lost two abilities for nothing, there was still one last chance.


    "There''s no point in moping around... I''ve still got a chance."


    He selected the <Garden Expertise (Level 1)> skill and destroyed it. Then the screen flashed again, and finally, a new skill appeared in front of him.


    [Rare skill of <More than Quick Reflexes> obtained!]


    [<More than Quick Reflexes> Unlocked!]

 Chapter 37 36 - Hasumi Seiya

    The morning after Wushia High School''s decisive match against Itou High School came as a relief to the players.The exhaustion of the game was still weighing on their muscles, but it was accompanied by a feeling of satisfaction and euphoria that was slowly settling into their minds. The dramatic end to the game and Tsuyoshi Nishida''s spectacular goal had secured their passage to the next round of the Chubu Region Summer Championship.


    Now, they had the morning off to rest, because their game was the last of the day, towards the end of the afternoon, but some of the team wanted to watch the official opening of the championship at Asset Minato Stadium.


    Lucas Tanaka was carrying a bucket of popcorn and a large soft drink in his other hand. His mischievous smile indicated that he was looking forward to watching a live match.


    In his past life, there had been few chances to watch high school teams play live, because the Wushia High School club had lost a lot of strength with Nishida''s departure for England and they never got very far in the championships.


    When Tsuyoshi Nishida saw him approaching, he frowned and crossed his arms.


    "Lucas, you know you shouldn''t eat those things on a match day..." he said with a tone of disapproval.


    Lucas shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, relax, Nishida. It''s just a bit of popcorn. It won''t kill me." He took an exaggerated bite, chewing slowly while keeping his gaze fixed on his friend.


    Sitting next to Nishida were Yukihiro and Kuwabara.


    Lucas sat down and noticed that Yukihiro still had a bandage around his ankle. "What''s up, Yukihiro, is your ankle any better?"


    Yukihiro shook his head affirmatively. "Yes, it''s much better. I talked to Mr. Yamamoto earlier, and he decided that I won''t be a starter in the game later. It''s the sensible thing to do, I think."


    "Yeah, it makes sense. Better to recover completely than risk a more serious injury. Besides, you can still play in the second game."


    "I hope so. But the important thing is that we stay in the league." S~ea??h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Kuwabara, who had been silent until then, looked at Lucas with a curious look. "Do you think this afternoon''s match will be difficult?"


    Lucas chuckled as he tossed a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "It always is, Kuwabara. But after what we went through yesterday, I think we''re ready for anything."


    As the group chatted, the stadium''s stands became more and more crowded.


    The sound of animated conversations, laughter and distant shouts mixed with the music playing from the loudspeakers, creating a vibrant atmosphere.


    The opening game would be between Hanrahan High School, one of the most famous schools in the province, and a lesser-known opponent called Gramma High School. Even before the game, everyone knew that Hanrahan High School would be the center of attention.


    Time passed quickly, and soon the players from both teams began to take to the field.


    Hanrahan High School appeared first to warm up, their players wearing impeccably white uniforms with blue accents, a striking contrast against the green of the pitch. Confidence exuded from each of them, as if they knew they were destined for victory.


    The opposing team''s players followed close behind, a less imposing but determined group. They wore black and orange uniforms.


    The real shock came when the coaches of the two teams approached the pitch to observe the warm-up.


    The Gramma School coach was what everyone expected: an older man with gray hair and a serious expression, typical of someone with years of experience in school soccer.


    However, it was the coach from Hanrahan High School who really surprised everyone. Instead of a seasoned veteran, a young woman of around 17 or 18, with blue hair tied up in a high ponytail, walked in confidently. She was wearing a technical uniform from Hanrahan High School and had a cool demeanor.


    Her presence immediately caught everyone''s attention, including Lucas, who almost dropped his bucket of popcorn because he recognized her.


    "Do you see what I see?" muttered Lucas, nudging Nishida with his elbow.


    Nishida finally looked at the young technician. "Yeah, I don''t see that every day."


    Kuwabara immediately remembered that girl. "Hey, isn''t she the girl from our first day here?! The one who brought order to those slacker guys?"


    "Now that you''ve said it, I think she is." Yukihiro tried to remember if he had ever heard of a young technician like that. "Is she a prodigy?"


    Kuwabara shrugged. "I''ve never heard of her, but if she''s running Hanrahan High School. She must be good."


    Lucas, still impressed, remembered the girl''s words that day they met in the corridors near the locker room. If he wasn''t mistaken, her name was Hasumi Seiya, and she said that Lucas played like an animal and that he wasn''t suitable as a number 10 because he wasn''t elegant.


    "You know, I really want to see how her team performs," Lucas commented, putting a hand to his chin with an evil look on his face.

 Chapter 38 37 - Non-positional

    Hasumi Seiya''s tactics were evident from the first touches, and it soon became clear that this was no ordinary soccer match.The defense, made up of defenders who looked more like midfielders, exchanged short, precise passes, always keeping possession of the ball.


    Gramma High School seemed stunned by the speed and precision with which the passes were made. Their players ran from side to side, trying to keep up, but it soon became clear that they were being overpowered.


    Hanrahan''s style of play was a pure representation of the soccer ideas that Fernando Diniz, one of the most innovative coaches in world soccer, had popularized in Brazil. His concepts of fluid, dynamic positional soccer were applied to perfection by Hasumi Seiya.


    The main objective was not just to win the match, but to control the game, control the ball, and dictate the rhythm of every movement on the pitch.


    The non-positional system of play meant that the players were not locked into a fixed position. The defenders moved forward as midfielders, the full-backs cut into the middle of the field, the midfielders dropped back to help defend, and the forwards sometimes dropped back to pick up the ball.


    This mobility created an environment in which the opponent never knew where the next attack would come from, nor the defense.


    Lucas, fascinated, watched as the Hanrahan players moved as a cohesive unit, their short, quick passes cutting across the field like sharp blades.


    At the heart of this system was the midfield, the heart of the team. Hanrahan''s captain, a short, blond-haired player called Kazuki Nakamura, was the conductor of this orchestra. Kazuki wasn''t particularly imposing in stature, but his vision of the game was impressive. He would receive the ball from the defenders and, in the blink of an eye, distribute precise passes to the flanks or to the attack.


    Gramma High School tried to press him, but Kazuki always found a solution, dribbling or passing with an elegance that baffled his opponents.


    It wasn''t long before the first goal was scored. After a sequence of quick passes that began in defense, the ball arrived at Kazuki''s feet. He raised his head, analyzing the options and then, with a low, millimetre pass, found Hanrahan''s main striker, Hiroshi Saito, who had retreated to receive the ball between the opposing defenders.


    Hiroshi didn''t have to think twice. With a subtle touch, he turned his body and launched the ball to the right, where winger Takumi Endo was running towards the back line.


    Takumi, a quick and skillful player, received the pass and immediately crossed into the area. The cross, although unexpected for the Gramma defense, looked rehearsed. There, in the middle of the penalty area, was the second striker, Ryo Tanaka, who rose higher than the defenders and accurately headed the ball into the right corner of the goal.


    Lucas felt a shiver run down his spine.


    The precision, the coordination, the speed... it all reminded him of a true work of art in motion. He couldn''t help but wonder what it would be like to be on the pitch against such a team, facing such beautiful and destructive soccer at the same time.


    After conceding the first goal, Gramma High School tried to fight back. However, this only opened up more space for the opponents'' lethal counter-attacks.


    Every time Gramma attempted an attacking move, Hanrahan''s defense quickly closed in, regaining possession of the ball and initiating another series of short, precise passes. The ball was passed from foot to foot, without haste, while the Gramma players ran desperately, trying to keep up.


    The second goal came in a similar move to the first. Kazuki Nakamura, always the man, started the move with a short pass to left-back Ryota Maeda, who had cut into the middle. Ryota made a quick one-two with midfielder Makoto Shimizu, who then played the ball diagonally to Hiroshi Saito.


    Hiroshi, now positioned as a winger, dribbled past the defender marking him with a dry cut and crossed low to Ryo Tanaka, who deflected the ball into the back of the net with a simple touch.


    When the referee blew for half-time, the score was already 3-0 to Hanrahan High School.


    Gramma High School walked slowly off the pitch, visibly shaken. Meanwhile, the Hanrahan players were calm, as if it was just another day of training for them.


    The young coach, Hasumi Seiya, showed no sign of exaggerated emotion. She just watched her players, like a general planning his troops'' every move.


    Lucas, still shocked by the performance he had just witnessed, looked at his friends. "Did you see that? They make it look so easy!"


    Nishida, who was rarely impressed, gave a slight smile. "They''re good, no doubt about it. But what impresses me most is their calmness. It''s as if they know exactly what''s going to happen." sea??h th§× n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "They don''t have many individual stars, but each of them knows their role and trusts the others."


    "That style of play... it''s almost like a trap." Kuwabara commented. "They make you think you have a chance, but the moment you try anything, you''re already surrounded."


    ''That girl, Hasumi Seiya... she knows what she''s doing.'' Lucas thought.


    When the teams returned to the field for the second half, Hanrahan High School continued to dominate possession, passing the time with a mastery that only elite teams possess.


    The ball passed through Kazuki Nakamura''s feet on almost every play. He was the brains of the team, always controlling the pace of the game, dictating when to speed up and when to slow down. His vision allowed him to find the spaces that the Gramma players didn''t even know existed.


    The fourth goal came 15 minutes into the second half. Kazuki Nakamura received the ball in midfield and soon found Takumi Endo on the right wing. Takumi, using his speed, skipped past two defenders before cutting inside and firing a cross into the goalkeeper''s left-hand corner. The ball flew into the net, and the Gramma goalkeeper didn''t even have time to react.


    With the score already 4-0, Hanrahan High School began to show their superiority even more. Not only were they in control of the game, but they were now starting to play with their opponents. The passing became even faster and more engaging, with heel touches and first-time passes that drew gasps from the crowd.


    It was as if they were playing a practice match, while Gramma were trapped in a nightmare.


    Finally, the fifth goal came from a brilliant move. Kazuki Nakamura, again in command, found Ryota Maeda with a precise pass. Ryota advanced down the left and crossed into the area. But instead of trying to finish, Ryo Tanaka, who already had two goals to his name, slipped a pass to Hiroshi Saito, who, unmarked, just pushed the ball into the empty net.


    When the final whistle blew, the score was 5-0 to Hanrahan High School. Gramma''s team was devastated, but Hanrahan simply lined up in the center of the pitch, politely greeting their opponents before leaving.


    There were no exaggerated celebrations, no gestures of provocation. They knew they had done a good job, but for them, this was just another step on their long journey to the league title. From the look on their faces, this victory was natural because for them it was only the first game of the championship and for them there was no way a good team could lose the first game.

 Chapter 39 38 - Tahara High School

    Tahara High School''s performance was a surprise to everyone. They had expected to win their first game, as they always do very well in the National Championships, but they had recently lost their coaching staff to a J-League club, so there was a shadow of uncertainty over them and no one knew exactly who the coach was.They just didn''t imagine that the team''s new coach would be a 17-year-old girl in her third year of high school. Many were disbelieving, and some spectators on the internet even said they would bet on the team losing, but there wasn''t a second after the whistle blew that Tahara High didn''t prove to be on a higher level than their opponents, both technically and tactically.


    After the game was over, the spectators in the stands were convinced that they weren''t going to see another team of such a high standard on this day, even though it was the first official day of the championship.


    "Uaaww!" Kuwabara squinted, stretching out his arms and looking away. "Hey, did anyone see where Tanaka went?"


    "He must have gone to fill his popcorn bucket or get more soda." Yukihiro said.


    "That guy... Stay here, I''ll stop him before he gets stuffed and takes ill before today''s game." Nishida stood up.


    In fact, Lucas was walking away from the stadium''s candy stand, in the opposite direction to be precise.


    Lucas walked through the stadium with quick, determined steps. The crowd around him barely registered his presence, absorbed in the frenzy that followed the end of the Tahara High School game. In Lucas'' mind, however, there was no room for the euphoria that still hung in the air. Hasumi Seiya''s words echoed in his head, hammering incessantly since he had first heard them.


    "I mean you have no finesse. You replaced the other number 10 and you''re even a bit better, but a real number 10 plays with elegance as if he were wearing a suit. You just run around like a savage. You''re desperate, you''re rash, you don''t show calm at any time. Even during the game, you look scared."


    These words hit him like a gust of icy wind. He thought he was doing well, yet Seiya, the young coach from Tahara High School, had cast a shadow of doubt over it all. And now, more than ever, Lucas needed to understand exactly what she meant by that.


    As he walked across the stadium, he thought about what he had witnessed during the match. The Tahara High School players seemed to move in perfect synchrony, as if they were parts of a single organism. There were no fixed positions, no traditional number 10 who dictated the pace of the game.


    Instead, all the players constantly changed position, adapting to the flow of the game with impressive fluidity.


    Lucas arrived at the entrance to the teams'' changing room, where two security guards were stationed.


    "I need to speak to coach Hasumi Seiya," he said.


    The security guards exchanged a glance before one of them replied. "She''s not receiving visitors or interviewers right now. Her team is resting."


    "It''s important. Tell them that Lucas Tanaka from Wushia High School wants to talk to her."


    The security guard seemed inclined to refuse again, but the determination in Lucas''s gaze made him hesitate.


    "Wait here." One of the security guards asked, turning to enter the locker room.


    Lucas waited. He wasn''t sure what he was hoping to achieve with this conversation, but something inside him knew that he needed to hear her explanation. It wasn''t long before the security guard returned, nodding.


    "You have five minutes. She''s waiting for you in the technical committee room," he said, allowing Lucas to pass.


    Lucas soon found the door he was looking for. It was slightly ajar after a man and a woman had left and entered the players'' changing room.


    Lucas took a deep breath, pushed the door open and entered.


    The room was modest, but well organized. A large whiteboard occupied the opposite wall, filled with tactical diagrams, arrows, circles and notes that clearly indicated the meticulous preparation of a strategic mind. A small sofa was against the wall to the right, with a low table full of papers, bottles of water and a pile of notebooks.


    In the center of the room, with her hands in the pockets of a black sports jacket, was Hasumi Seiya. She looked even younger than when seen from afar.


    "Lucas Tanaka, isn''t it?" Seiya said, with no particular tone of welcome or surprise, just a statement of fact.


    "I wanted... I need to understand what you meant that day, about me not having the finesse to be a number 10."


    Seiya raised an eyebrow, as if pondering his answer, then gestured to a nearby chair. "Sit down, Lucas."


    He obeyed, feeling uncomfortable and exposed, and Hasumi remained standing, walking slowly towards the tactical board.


    "You want to understand what I mean." Seiya began, almost rhetorically. "Very well. I''ll be blunt, then: you have energy, speed, a good pass and an undeniable will to win. However, that''s not enough to be a team''s number 10, otherwise all professional players would be number 10s." S~ea??h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas frowned, feeling a slight heat of frustration rise in his chest. "But from what I''ve seen of your team, no one plays like a traditional number 10. Your players don''t have fixed positions. They move around all the time, change positions, adapt to the game... So how can you say I''m not suited to being a number 10 if no one in your team plays like that either?"


    Seiya smiled, an enigmatic smile that made Lucas feel even more uncomfortable.


    "Exactly. You''ve captured the essence of my strategy. I believe that modern soccer requires flexibility that goes beyond static positions. All my players need to be able to operate in different areas of the pitch, to adapt to situations in real time, and that requires a keen tactical mind and, most importantly, calmness.


    It goes in the opposite direction to the philosophy of great coaches like Guardiola and J¨¹rgen Klopp, but I believe that this tactical scheme will become more and more popular in modern soccer, because there are no more number 10 players like there used to be."

 Chapter 40 39 - Besides...

    "What do you mean there are no more number 10s like there used to be? I can give you some examples." Lucas asked."That''s literally it. The number 10s of yesteryear were complete, calm, knew how to do everything, how to set up a team, attack, defend, they worked magic. However, in soccer as intense as it is today, such complete players will become increasingly rare. Therefore, the team that has the greatest number of players who know how to do everything on the pitch will be the one that stands out.


    All my players need to be able to do the minimum depending on the situation on the pitch. It''s a style of play that requires intelligence, discipline and, above all, experience."


    She paused, studying Lucas'' reaction. He was attentive, but there was a certain rigidity in his posture, as if he was prepared for an attack.


    "When I say you lack finesse, I''m not referring to your ability with the ball or your ability to deal with opponents. I''m talking about the way you behave on the pitch. You play as if you''re in a race against time, always accelerating, always on the verge of desperation. That can be useful in some situations, but it''s not what a number 10 does."


    Lucas felt the blood rise to his face. He had always been praised for his energy, his ability to move quickly from one position to another, to appear in every corner of the pitch. And now here she was, a 17-year-old coach, criticizing precisely those qualities.


    "So you think I should play slower?"


    Seiya shook his head negatively with an almost imperceptible smile on his lips. "No, Lucas. It''s not a question of speed. It''s a question of control. You need to learn to dominate the game, to impose your own pace rather than be carried away by it. That''s what differentiates the great players from the average ones."


    She approached the tactical board and picked up a marker. With quick, precise movements, she began to draw a formation, highlighting the positions and routes of movement that her players followed.


    "You see, in my team, the players are constantly on the move. There are no fixed positions, because modern soccer requires constant adaptation. Each player needs to be able to operate in different areas of the pitch, depending on what the game requires at that moment. This means that, for example, a defender can become a midfielder in a given situation, or a striker can drop back to set up play.


    But for this to work, you need a deep understanding of the game and, more importantly, the ability to remain calm in any situation."


    She turned to Lucas and continued:


    "You have energy, you have speed, and yes, you have a good pass. But you still play scared, Lucas. You''re afraid of making mistakes. And fear makes you lose control."


    The comment hit Lucas like a punch in the gut.


    "Fear?" Lucas repeated, almost in disbelief. "I''m not afraid. I play with intensity because that''s how I can give my best."


    "Intensity isn''t the problem. The problem is the lack of control over that intensity. You get carried away by the adrenaline, and that makes you lose sight of the big picture. You see the game as a series of individual battles, but you can''t see the war as a whole."


    Her words were harsh, but somehow Lucas knew there was truth in them. He had always been an instinctive player, relying on his natural ability to try and stand out. However, as he ended up as an office worker, all that effort was for nothing.


    "You have to learn to master time. Great players don''t run all the time; they know when to speed up and when to slow down. They know when to wait and when to attack. That''s what I mean by finesse. You know Messi, don''t you?"


    "Of course I know him. Who doesn''t?"


    "Messi is the best example of what I''m trying to say. He''s not just fast or skillful. He controls the game. He dictates the pace, decides when to accelerate, when to hold the ball up, when to look for the killer move. And he does all this with a calmness that disarms his opponents. It''s this finesse that sets him apart.


    He''s not just a player; he''s a conductor, leading the orchestra around him. At times he seems listless, but suddenly, when he picks up the ball, everything catches fire."


    "I understand what you''re saying." Lucas finally admitted. "But how do I change that? How can I become the player you''re describing?"


    "The first thing is to learn to breathe. Literally. When you feel the game getting out of control, stop for a second. Take a deep breath, analyze the situation, and then decide what to do. Don''t let the adrenaline take over. Experienced players know that often the best move is to wait, observe, and then act.


    You have potential, Lucas," said Seiya, his voice softer now. "But you need to learn to control your game, to not let the game control you."


    If Lucas wanted to become the player he had always dreamed of, he would need to change his approach. And, strangely, he felt a growing gratitude for Seiya. Few coaches or teachers had been so direct with him, and none had cared enough to try to shape him in this way.


    "Why did you tell me all this? I mean, we''re from different schools. We could end up facing each other in a possible final. Why did you agree to help me and then reveal so much about your team''s style of play?"


    Hasumi put the marker away and crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly as she considered Lucas'' question.


    "You''re right. We could face each other in a final. But that''s just a detail. The truth is that I believe my team can beat any opponent, regardless of how much they know about our tactics. I''m not worried about that." S§×ar?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas frowned, trying to understand what she was implying.


    "Besides..." she said, raising a finger as if she was about to make an important revelation. "I don''t think you''ll even make it to the semi-finals."


    "What do you mean?"


    "The team that won the Nationals at the start of the year is on your side of the bracket. I''m talking about Nishikawa College. You might win your next match, but I doubt you''ll get past them in the quarter-finals. They have an extremely strong and experienced team, with players who understand the game on a much deeper level than most. Some of them will go on to become professionals."

 Chapter 41 40 - Anxious

    Hasumi Seiya''s last sentence echoed in Lucas'' head like a thunderclap that wouldn''t go away."You can win the next match, but I doubt you''ll get past them in the quarter-finals..." S§×arch* The N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Even as he left the stadium, with his friends exchanging views on the game, he felt isolated, trapped in a whirlwind of thoughts.


    As they walked through the busy streets to get back to the hotel, Baro, Yukihiro and Kuwabara were still enthusiastically discussing the game they had watched.


    Hasumi Seiya''s tactics and Hanrahan College''s soccer display were on every lips. However, Lucas walked in silence, his steps mechanically following those of the others, his mind wandering through the clouds of uncertainty that Seiya had sown.


    The vibrant melody of the big city, with the sounds of conversations, honking horns and the constant murmur of urban life, were drowned out by the cacophony of doubts that now invaded his thoughts.


    Finally, when they arrived at the hotel where the team was staying, Lucas secluded himself in his room, under the pretext that he needed to rest. But as he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, no rest came. He spent hours like this, debating internally, until it was time for them to return to the stadium.


    The changing room where Wushia College changed was filled with the sound of boots hitting the floor, the excited chatter of the players and the rustle of uniforms being adjusted.


    Lucas, however, was stuck in contemplative silence, sitting on a bench in the corner of the changing room. His team shirt was already adjusted to his body, but his boots remained by his side, untied. He lowered his head and began to tie them mechanically, but the knot seemed to fall apart in his mind, repeating the gesture several times without success.


    Yuuga, who sat a few meters away, watched his friend. He noticed Lucas'' worried expression and the repetitive movement of his hands, tying and untying his boots as if he were trapped in some kind of trance.


    With a worried frown, Yuuga got up and walked over to him, crouching down beside him.


    "Hey, Lucas." Yuuga called out softly, trying not to disturb the other players who were still concentrating on their own preparation. "Is everything all right?"


    Lucas was slow to answer, as if he had been pulled from a distant world. Finally, he looked at Yuuga, his eyes showing the confusion he felt inside.


    "I... I''m just thinking, Yuuga." said Lucas, trying to force a smile, but failing miserably. "Nothing much, I''m just thinking."


    Yuuga frowned. "Thinking about what? You''ve looked worried ever since you came to watch the game earlier with the other boys. Did someone mess with you or something?"


    Lucas felt exposed. He hadn''t realized that he had let on that he was so focused on his thoughts.


    "I''ve been thinking all day about ways to get our team to play in different formations. Mr. Yamamoto is an older, more experienced coach and I trust him, but he''s out on the pitch and won''t always be able to see what we players see, so I want to be able to change the smallest things to make us do better."


    Lucas lowered his eyes to his boots, which were now firmly tied.


    "I just... I want the team to have a chance to fight, Yuuga. I saw how Hanrahan College played today. They''re a finely tuned machine, every move on the pitch is calculated, like a work of art in execution. And I... I wonder if we''re prepared to face something like that."


    Yuuga nodded slowly, understanding the depth of his friend''s concerns. "I know what you mean. Me and the other kids saw how incredible they were because we were watching the broadcast online, but that doesn''t mean we don''t stand a chance. Every team has its weaknesses, even the best ones. If we can figure out how to exploit those weaknesses within the 90 minutes, we could have the game in our favor."


    Lucas let out a sigh. "It''s easy to say, but how? How are we going to achieve that when they always seem to be two steps ahead?"


    Yuuga smiled, an encouraging smile full of confidence. "You''ve led the team through difficult situations before, and I know you can do it again. There''s no need to be so anxious about this kind of thing."


    Yuuga''s words were simple, but they carried a weight that Lucas couldn''t ignore.


    ''Anxious? Me? I''ve never thought of myself as anxious, but... in fact, I''m worrying about problems that haven''t even arisen yet.'' Lucas thought and then smiled at Yuuga. "You''re right, Yuuga. Thank you for your words.


    Yuuga smiled in response and tapped Lucas lightly on the shoulder. "It was nothing. Now, let''s finish getting ready. We have a game to win."


    Lucas nodded, feeling a little lighter. He finished packing his boots, this time with firm, determined hands.


    When the Wushia College players took to the pitch, they were greeted by a wave of applause from the fans they had won over in the city since the tournament began.


    The pitch was spotless, the white lines glistening under the floodlights. The early evening air was cool, with a light breeze blowing, bringing with it the smell of freshly cut grass.


    Lucas took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment to take it all in. When he opened his eyes again, he felt ready, more centered and focused than ever.


    Mr. Yamamoto, the coach of Wushia College, was standing at the side of the pitch, watching his players. He was an elderly man with gray hair and a serious countenance.


    "You know what you need to do. Remember what we''ve trained, but above all, trust each other. This is our game. No matter who the opponent is, play with heart and the rest will fall into place."


    The team knew that winning this match would not be an easy task, but they also knew that if they played as a team, they always had a chance.

 Chapter 42 41 - Gekokujou

    [High School Wushia 0-1 High School Gekokujou].Twenty minutes into the first half, Lucas was running around the pitch with his eyes fixed on the ball moving between his opponents'' feet.


    The opposing team, Gekokujou, were not easy opponents, as they were also in the main tournament. They played with a combination of physical strength and technique that demanded the maximum from all the Wushia players.


    However, Lucas felt that, despite the goal conceded, the team''s morale was intact.


    Gekokujou had scored in the 15th minute, following a positioning error in the Wushia defense. The central defender, Hidefumi, had gone up to try to cut out a cross, but the timing of his impulse was wrong, leaving one of the opposing strikers free to head it into the left corner, out of the reach of goalkeeper Toshinori.


    The goal came quickly, and Gekokujou celebrated with the intensity of a team that believed it had taken control of the match.


    But Wushia were undeterred. They had faced adversity before and knew that the game of soccer was a continuous ninety-minute battle, where every second counted.


    "Let''s not lose our heads," said Lucas, his voice firm but calm. "It was only one goal. We have plenty of time to turn it around. Keep doing what we train, trust each other, and remember: the game isn''t over until the final whistle."


    Those words reverberated inside every player. They knew Lucas was right.


    Coach Yamamoto had always emphasized that the game of soccer was as much mental as physical. No matter how well or badly things were going, keeping a cool head was essential.


    Lucas, playing as a central midfielder with Yukihiro back and Tsukada remaining in the first team, was less likely to go forward and was just coordinating the attack, looking for spaces between Gekokujou''s defensive lines, basically what he would normally do if he didn''t have a system. This was bothering him.


    Lucas knew that the opponent, having scored early, would probably retreat to protect the advantage. And that''s what Wushia needed to exploit.


    As they approached the half-hour mark, Lucas received a pass from Yukihiro, who had dropped back to look for play after seeing that he wouldn''t be able to pass on the left. At that moment, Lucas used <Mirage Feint>, deceiving his direct marker and opening up space in midfield. He raised his head and saw Tsukada on the right wing, accelerating parallel to the sideline.


    Without hesitation, Lucas delivered a shot that cut through the opposition defense like a hot knife through butter.


    Tsukada masterfully controlled the ball, but was soon surrounded by two defenders. Instead of trying a one-on-one, he opted for a pass into the box, where Nishida, the center forward, was already positioned.


    The ball reached the feet of Nishida, who immediately tried to shoot, but was blocked by one of the Gekokujou defenders, who made a precise tackle.


    However, Lucas didn''t let the opportunity slip away. He ran on to the ball that was left outside the penalty area and struck it first time. The shot was low and placed, but the opposing goalkeeper stretched as far as he could and managed to put it out for a corner.


    "Shit, my shot''s too weak."


    One part of the stadium let out a sigh of frustration, while the other, perhaps the majority, celebrated. At that moment, Lucas looked to his right and saw a wall of green shirts with white stripes. This was the Gekokujou crowd, a huge crowd with more than 2,000 fans present waving poles and banners.


    "Seriously, why do they have so many fans? I know it''s the weekend, but it doesn''t make sense to have so many people here to watch a high school game." Lucas thought aloud.


    The corner was taken by Lucas, who put the ball into the center of the box with a perfect cross. Hidefumi, the defender who had missed the opponent''s goal, rose higher than anyone and headed the ball in. The ball, however, went straight into the hands of the goalkeeper, who held firm and quickly launched a counter-attack.


    Gekokujou, aware of the need not to retreat too far, began to throw long balls to their speedy forwards. In one of these moves, Wushia''s right-back Kuwabara was outpaced by the speed of Gekokujou''s left-winger, who advanced quickly to the by-line.


    He crossed low with his three toes, making the ball take a bizarre curve, and the Gekokujou striker narrowly missed the ball, which passed through the penalty area untouched.


    As the half wore on, Wushia High School kept up the pressure, but the goal still hadn''t come.


    Coach Yamamoto watched from the sidelines. He knew his team was playing well, but needed something more. He approached the sideline and called Lucas over for a quick instruction. S§×ar?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Lucas, they''re retreating. Tell the others to keep trying to make runs down the wings and crosses, keep pressing and then Nishida will score at some point. Take care of the defense, though. They''re waiting for a mistake from us to try for the second goal."


    Lucas agreed. He knew the coach was right. They couldn''t be careless, but they couldn''t despair either. They had to keep a cool head and stay focused.


    ''Should I use that skill? I haven''t received a mission for this game yet and...'' Lucas was thinking when, just then, a system window popped up for him.


    [The mission "Oppressive Silence" has been granted.]


    [Main Mission: Oppressive Silence


    Description: Gekokujou High School is famous in Nagoya for having sports teams that excel in all competitions. Their fans are big precisely because they win a lot and therefore underestimate lesser opponents, so how about shutting them up?


    Goal: Humiliate Gekokujou High School to the point where their fans stop cheering.


    Rewards:


    +40 Star Points


    +1 Rare Loot Box


    +200 Credits].

 Chapter 43 42 - Shut them up completely

    The system, always enigmatic and unpredictable, had just given him a mission that was both challenging and irresistible. "Oppressive Silence".Gekokujou College was known for its fervent fans, and the idea of shutting them up with a brilliant performance sounded like a challenge worthy of his talent and the system he possessed.


    "Shut them up, huh?" muttered Lucas to himself with a slight smile forming on his lips. The mission was risky, but the rewards were tempting: more Star Points, a Rare Loot Box and Credits.


    However, what attracted Lucas most was the chance to show Gekokujou and the rest of the audience that Wushia was not an opponent to be underestimated.


    The game resumed and Wushia College pressed again, following Yamamoto''s instructions.


    Lucas received the ball from Tsukada, who had repositioned himself further back to support the midfield. With possession, Lucas advanced while keeping the ball close to his feet and observing the movements of the opposing players.


    Gekokujou had retreated quickly, as he had predicted, setting up a solid defense to protect the advantage they had gained earlier in the game.


    But Lucas had already played against a team with the same tactics in this championship and knew that this strategy had its flaws. By dropping back too far, Gekokujou left gaps between the defensive lines, and it was precisely in these gaps that they planned to attack.


    As he approached the opponent''s area, Lucas discreetly activated the <Mirage Feint> skill, a technique that allowed him to deceive his marker with a subtle, almost imperceptible movement. His marker, a Gekokujou midfielder, tried to anticipate Lucas'' move, but was completely fooled.


    In an instant, Lucas turned his body as if he was going to pass to the left, but instead he changed direction, leaving his marker behind.


    With the space he had created, Lucas raised his head and saw Yukihiro running down the left, accelerating along the sideline. It was a good opportunity. Lucas took a long throw, and the ball cut through the air until it landed near Yukihiro, who controlled the ball and soon saw two defenders approaching. He could have tried to dribble, but opted for a more collective approach.


    Looking towards the center of the area, he saw Nishida, the center forward, already positioning himself between the defenders. He remembered Tsukada''s failed cross, so he opted for a low cross.


    Nishida was ready to shoot, but a Gekokujou defender was ahead of him and about to block his shot. Luckily, Tsukada appeared in the middle of the area, anticipating a tackle that could have been made.


    Tsukada didn''t hesitate. With a burst of force, he kicked the ball with the instep of his foot, sending a missile towards the goal. The sound of the impact echoed through the stadium, and for a brief moment, time seemed to slow down. The ball flew towards the top left corner, but the Gekokujou goalkeeper, with amazing reflexes, leapt like a feline.


    His fingers touched the ball, deflecting it slightly, but enough for it to hit the crossbar with a metallic clang.


    The ball returned to the center of the box, spinning in the air like helpless prey.


    The Gekokujou defenders, still disoriented by the rapid progress of the play, jumped desperately, trying to clear the danger.


    But Nishida, with almost superhuman strength, stood between them like a titan. His eyes were fixed on the ball. Nishida rose higher than anyone, his body defying gravity. For an instant, he hovered in the air, his muscles tensed, and then, with a precise movement, he headed the ball with all the force he could muster.


    The impact was brutal, the ball crossing the space that seemed to widen between the defenders. Sear?h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The ball found the back of the net with a bang that seemed to silence the stadium.


    The Gekokujou fans, who had previously been roaring like a raging sea, fell silent. An oppressive silence, just as Lucas had imagined.


    Nishida fell back to the ground, panting, but with a victorious smile on his lips.


    Lucas ran to celebrate with Nishida, and the energy of the Wushia College team, which had previously seemed restrained, exploded in a wave of confidence and determination. They knew the game was far from over, but that move had been a huge blow to their opponents'' morale.


    The Gekokujou goalkeeper, still on the ground, punched the grass in frustration, while his teammates looked around, trying to understand what had happened, where the mistake had been. The solid defense they had built had been destroyed in the blink of an eye, and now they were at a disadvantage.


    On the other side of the pitch, Mr. Yamamoto was applauding loudly, his voice rising above the noise that was beginning to take over the stadium again. He knew that goal could be the turning point, and his confidence in the team was renewed.


    But the game wasn''t won. Gekokujou were not a team that surrendered easily, and neither were their fans.


    While Lucas, Nishida and the others were still celebrating, the wall of green shirts gathered in the stands began to chant in support of Gekokujou College, making them feel that they were not alone.


    "Shut them up completely..." thought Lucas aloud.


    Silencing a large crowd was not an easy task for almost any team or player, because as long as a small group of the crowd still had faith, that faith could quickly be spread to everyone else, changing morale. However, as difficult as this task was, it wasn''t impossible.


    Normally, fans of teams that are used to winning are the worst, because the tide of morale that the team has with its fans can quickly turn and make the fans turn against the team itself.

 Chapter 44 43 - First Half

    The Gekokujou High School fans, who had previously been chanting from the bottom of their chests, became quiet and began to complain amongst themselves. At that moment, booing sounds could be heard, but they were still few and far between and it wasn''t possible to tell whether the booing was for the Gekokujou players or for Nishida, who was celebrating with his arms open to the opposing fans.Lucas, however, wasn''t satisfied with just that. One goal wasn''t enough to silence such a ferocious crowd for the rest of the game. To do that, it was necessary to crush not only the spirit of the opposing players, but also that of the supporters.


    When Nishida returned with the others to their side of the pitch, and the game was about to be restarted, the Gekokujou College crowd started chanting loudly again.


    "These guys don''t give up easily." Lucas thought aloud.


    Hidefumi gave a lopsided smile. "And they won''t stop. It''s getting annoying."


    "For us? Of course. After all, we''re the ones playing against all this pressure. But for them..." Lucas pointed with his chin at the opposing players who were in midfield for the restart.


    The Gekokujou College players were wearing expressions that expressed all the eagerness they were feeling for the goal. They were frowning and looking down.


    "Huu... What a fright." Tsukada quipped.


    Unlike Tsukada, Lucas was not someone who usually underestimated opponents, especially when the opponent was such a traditional school in the Chubu Region. So, after the game restarted, Lucas rushed to put pressure on his opponent.


    Surprisingly, Gekokujou''s midfield had some obvious cracks, the result of their haste to score. They were still trying to stick to their formation, but they were a bit disjointed because we were marking high and, as a result, not only did they need to be in a hurry to pass, they also needed to create good moves. S§×ar?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    At one point, the ball reached one of the Gekokujou defenders, but the pass was miscalculated.


    "Oh, shit!"


    Before another player could correct the mistake, Lucas appeared like a shadow, stealing the ball with ease.


    The defender in question, number 4, tried to chase Lucas down. However, Lucas was advancing like a predator that smells blood.


    The defense was instantly disorganized. The fear in the eyes of the Gekokujou players was as clear as if they had seen a haunting in front of them. They tried to reposition themselves while marking Tsukada and Nishida, but panic took over anyway.


    Lucas evaded the first defender with a light touch, and the boy, clearly frightened, nearly tripped over trying to keep up. Another player approached, trying to close the angle, but hesitated for a fraction of a second - and that was enough. Lucas fired a left-footed shot, a missile straight into the bottom right-hand corner.


    The goalkeeper, desperate, threw himself at the ball, but it was too late. The net rattled and, once again, the Gekokujou fans stopped singing in bewilderment. Expressions of disbelief and shock spread like a virus through the stands. And then the murmurs began once again. It was no longer fervent support; it was the sound of a crowd beginning to lose faith.


    The Gekokujou players were in despair. Their breathing was rapid, sweat dripping down their faces as they exchanged frightened glances.


    Lucas could see the fear in each of their eyes and, for some reason, he felt good, because in his past life, after Nishida left school, this happened many times until the end of high school.


    Now, with two goals scored in less than five minutes against one of the strongest schools in the region, Wushia High School was clearly on the rise. This team, which had previously only been seen as cautious and afraid to make mistakes, was pressing their opponents relentlessly.


    But Lucas wanted more. He had to shut them up completely, put an end to any hope.


    A few minutes later, Gekokujou attempted a counter-attack, but it was disastrous. A pass in midfield was intercepted by Kenji, who quickly passed the ball to Tsukada, who played it to Nishida and the ball easily fell to Lucas.


    The Gekokujou players, visibly terrified, tried to retreat, but they were disoriented.


    When Lucas got close to the box, three defenders tried to surround him. Fear showed in their eyes - fear of failing, of leaving their team even more exposed. They knew what was at stake. Lucas, however, kept his cool, used <Mirage Feint>, and left the three players completely lost. For him, it was as if they were playing in slow motion.


    The last defender fell to the ground as he tried to make a desperate tackle, but Lucas had already left him behind. Facing the goalkeeper, he did something unexpected: a subtle touch, deflecting the ball with class into the opposite corner.


    The goalkeeper, completely fooled, didn''t even move. The third goal had been scored, and this time there were no murmurs. Just silence.


    3-1 to Wushia College in the first half.


    The Gekokujou fans were devastated. Many lowered their heads, unable to watch the massacre on the pitch. Some angrily started shouting profanities at the players, while others seemed frozen, unable to believe what they were seeing.


    On the other side of the pitch, the Gekokujou coach was desperately shouting to his players, trying to wake them up from the nightmare they had fallen into. But his distant words were in vain.


    The players were lost, sinking into a sea of insecurity and fear. What had once been a strong and imposing team was now a group of terrified youngsters with no direction.


    "Doesn''t this count in the system as a completed mission? Does it only count when the game is on? If that''s the case, we have to score more goals so they don''t have the chance to come back after the break."

 Chapter 45 44 - Well Done

    When the players left for the break, the scoreboard on the big screen showed a surprisingly one-sided result for Wushia College. 3 a 0.As Lucas walked to the front of the group, he heard sparse praise from his teammates. He was panting, tired, with sweat running down his face because he had given his all throughout the first half. However, the satisfaction of seeing the opposing team bewildered was surprisingly pleasurable.


    As soon as the Wushia College players entered the dressing room, Mr. Yamamoto arrived shortly behind. He waited patiently until everyone was settled and said:


    "Attention, everyone, we''re playing! Congratulations, everyone!"


    The excited players started clapping, but Mr. Yamamoto was a very experienced coach and knew how dangerous confidence could be.


    "However, don''t think we''re close to winning. Yes, the score is 3-0, but two of these goals were lucky strikes, and the other Lucas pulled off a miracle in attack. We''re scoring well, but a big part of that is because, at that moment, the Col¨¦gio Gekokujou players weren''t mentally present on the pitch.


    I''m sure that will change when we come back for the second half, because they have a psychologist on their coaching staff and so they will deal with this scoreline. In fact, I think they''ll come back with even more verve than at the start of the first half."


    While Yamamoto was talking to the rest of the team about keeping up the pressure in the second half, Lucas couldn''t help but notice the leering looks Tsukada was giving him. He tried to disguise it, but it was clear that something was bothering him. Lucas began to suspect what it might be, but he didn''t want to pay any attention to it at the moment.


    He preferred to focus on the game and the fact that they were on their way to an important victory.


    "We''re playing well, but we still have a lot of work to do." Yamamoto continued, looking each player in the eye. "Gekokujou are a dangerous team. We need to be on our toes and keep up the pace. No slacking off."


    The players nodded in unison, absorbing the coach''s words. Yamamoto then looked at Lucas and said:


    "Keep it up, Lucas. You''re being more offensive than ever, and that''s breaking down their defense. I want to see more of that in the second half."


    "Roger that, coach!" Lucas replied with a discreet smile forming on his lips. It was nice to hear recognition, especially coming from Yamamoto, a coach known for being demanding and rarely handing out compliments.


    As the team prepared to return to the field, Lucas felt Tsukada''s eyes on him once again, a heavy, uncomfortable energy. The number 10, who was usually an egocentric person, was quieter than usual.


    The players began to get up to return to the pitch. Lucas, already prepared, adjusted the laces of his boots, but it was then that he heard Tsukada''s voice calling his name.


    "Lucas."


    He stopped, turning to face his teammate. Tsukada was standing with his arms crossed and a serious look on his face. The other players continued to leave the changing room, but the silence between the two of them was like an isolated bubble. S§×arch* The n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Do you have a problem with me?" Tsukada asked abruptly. "Or are you angry about something?"


    Lucas blinked, surprised. "What are you talking about?"


    For a moment, bewilderment took over his expression. He really hadn''t understood what was going on. But then it all started to make sense. The way Tsukada had watched him during the game, the way he seemed to avoid direct contact, and now, this question. It was clear. Tsukada was feeling threatened.


    He was afraid of losing his place as the star of the midfield.


    Lucas took a deep breath, thinking about how to respond without aggravating the situation. He knew that in soccer, players'' egos and confidence were delicate aspects, especially when it came to players like Tsukada, who had always been the team''s attacking highlight alongside Nishida.


    "Tsukada, you''re thinking too much." Lucas said, looking back over his shoulder. "I''m not trying to steal your place. I''m not here to compete with you. We''re on the same team. If I''m playing well, it''s because I''m trying hard, just like you. What I need is for you to accompany me and Nishida.


    If the three of us are on the same page, you''ll score your goals too. We just need to play as a team."


    "So... you''re not trying to get me out of the team?" Tsukada asked.


    Lucas shook his head negatively. "You think that because I took your place that time, right? You worry too much about these things. When Yukihiro can come back for the next game, I''m sure Mr. Yamamoto will find a way to keep everyone together. Now, come on, the second half is about to start."


    Tsukada nodded, finally showing a small, albeit crooked, smile. They left the changing room together.


    Indeed, the second half was about to begin, and Wushia College had a clear mission: to keep up the pressure and secure victory.


    The conversation with Tsukada brought to light something that Lucas had known for a long time, but had only now really understood. Soccer, as individual as it could be at times, was a team sport. It wasn''t enough to be good; you had to be in tune with the others. And Lucas saying he didn''t like Tsukada or something like that wouldn''t help, so he supported his colleague.


    The ball was placed in the center of the pitch and the referee started the second half. Gekokujou, as Yamamoto had predicted, were trying to mount a desperate comeback, and they were indeed doing better. However, the Wushia College team were still better in midfield.


    When Kenji made a tackle just behind midfield, he laid the ball off to Lucas, who shot forward. He waited for the ball to bounce a voice on the ground and then took it in his stride.


    "Tanaka! Over here!" Nishida shouted, and Lucas saw a passing opportunity between the defense.


    However, just as he was about to make the pass to Nishida, something unexpected happened.


    Suddenly, Lucas felt the impact. It was as if the world around him exploded in pain and shock. A high, brutal, underhand tackle had hit his right ankle. He barely had time to react before he was knocked to the ground. The green, damp grass of the pitch met him hard, and he felt the impact reverberate throughout his body.


    A scream escaped his lips before he could stop it, and he immediately grabbed his ankle with both hands.


    The pain was intense, sharp, as if something inside his foot had been crushed. Lucas tried to move, but the pain was too strong.


    As he lay on the ground, Lucas looked up and saw the figure of the player who had knocked him down getting up. It was one of the Gekokujou defenders, a burly young man with a hard expression and eyes full of contempt. He began to walk backwards without the slightest concern, as if the act he had just committed was something trivial.


    With a cold expression, he spat on the ground, a few centimeters from Lucas'' face, and said with a tone full of disdain:


    "I did well. You''re thinking you''re winning. But we''re in charge here, you bumpkin bastards."

 Chapter 46 45 - Serious injury?

    "I did well. You''re thinking you''re the boss just because you''re winning. But we''re in charge here, you redneck bastards," said the player who had knocked Lucas down.The referee whistled frantically, running towards the scene. Players from both teams began to approach, some indignant at the foul being called, and others wanting to defend Lucas.


    For the first time, Kenji''s face was showing anger. He glared at the Gekokujou player and pushed him with his arms.


    "Are you crazy? That cart was ridiculous! Do you want to end his career?" Kenji shouted indignantly.


    The Gekokujou player feigned indifference and raised his arms. "I didn''t do it on purpose! I swear!"


    At this point, the referee was already between the two groups and was trying to somehow control the situation. He raised the red card and pointed directly at the defender who had made the foul.


    "But it was just a promising attacking foul, referee! He should get a yellow!" The player wearing the Gekokujou College captain''s armband tried to argue.


    Either way, the damage had already been done.


    Coach Yamamoto, who had a background in physiotherapy, was able to come onto the pitch to help his player.


    "Take a deep breath, Lucas. It''s going to be okay." said Mr. Yamamoto, moving Lucas''s ankle cautiously while he kept his eyes closed and hid his lips so as not to cry out in pain.


    Lucas didn''t want to leave the field, definitely not. So far, this had been his best game in a long, long time. Two goals... One step short of his first hat-trick in the league. If he wanted to become a striker, he needed that. And this time he deserved it.


    It wasn''t fair, not after giving so much of himself in the first half, not with victory so close. However, the swelling in his ankle was starting to form, and the pain showed no signs of easing.


    "He''ll have to leave the pitch for the game to return. Can you carry him?" asked the referee.


    "Lucas, can you walk on the other foot?"


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    "Nishida, you''re the strongest, come here and help!" Mr. Yamamoto shouted, looking around the field.


    "I''m already right here, coach," said Nishida, from Lucas''s side.


    "Oh, you were just there. Come on, lift him up with me."


    Lucas hated the idea of being taken off the pitch, especially under these circumstances. But he knew he had no choice. Every movement he tried to make with his ankle brought a new wave of pain, as if needles were being driven into his skin.


    As he left the pitch, he looked up once more, only to see the player who had injured him slowly leaving the pitch, to the booing of the crowd. The player had been punished, but the damage had already been done.


    On the bench, the team was reorganizing itself. Yamamoto, always calm, knew that Lucas'' possible absence would change the dynamic of a team that was playing well. Even so, they needed to hold on to the lead for a few minutes and therefore had to adopt a more defensive formation.


    On the stretcher next to the bench, Lucas closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on something other than the pain. But his mind was in turmoil.


    "I''ll be back." The words came out of Lucas'' lips, almost as if he was trying to convince himself as much as his coach.


    Mr. Yamamoto, who was bent over Lucas'' swollen ankle, bandaging it with an expression of concentration, stopped for a moment and raised his head.


    "What?" he asked, surprised by the determination in the young man''s tone.


    "I''m going back to the field. Give me two minutes."


    Yamamoto arched an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Lucas, have you seen your ankle? It''s swollen like a soccer ball. You''ll barely be able to walk for a day, let alone play."


    "I just need two minutes, coach. I''ll recover in two minutes. I know I can."


    The coach was silent for a moment, weighing up the decision. He knew that Lucas was one of the team''s most promising players and had already shown what he was capable of in that game. Two goals was no mean feat. But he also knew the risks of letting an injured player back on the pitch.


    "Lucas..." Yamamoto started to say, but was interrupted by the boy''s serious and determined expression. The coach sighed and finished bandaging his ankle with extra care. "Okay, if in two minutes you can stand up and walk to the edge of the field normally, I''ll let you come back."


    Nishida, who had helped Lucas off the pitch, was already on his way back to the game when he heard the request. He turned around, a broad smile spreading across his face.


    "Two minutes, huh, Tanaka? I''ll pass the message on to the staff. We''ll hold the pressure for you. With ten against ten, it won''t be a problem."


    Lucas smiled and nodded. "Thanks... Nishida."


    As Yamamoto finished bandaging Lucas''s ankle and the whistle for the restart echoed through the stadium, Lucas raised his back, looked at his swollen ankle and thought:


    ''System, I have a healing potion and a quick recovery gel. Can these help me recover?


    [Yes, these healing items can help you.]


    ''And I can use them without necessarily putting them on visually.''


    [Yes, nothing that the system displays to you is displayed to other people, animals or objects. The system is in your soul.]


    ''Perfect... So, system, I want to use a healing potion first and then the fast recovery gel on my ankle.''


    As he gave the mental command, something strange began to happen. Before his eyes, a small bottle with a golden liquid appeared, floating in the air in front of him. No one else seemed to notice - it was invisible to the eyes of others - but to Lucas, it was as real as anything else around him. He held the floating potion.


    It didn''t look like anything special, but he knew that its contents were the key to his recovery. Without hesitation, he opened the lid and brought the bottle to his mouth.


    The taste was unexpected - smooth, almost sweet - and as soon as he swallowed, the effect was almost immediate. He felt the pain in his ankle subside, as if invisible hands were massaging the injured area, relieving the swelling and stiffness.


    Lucas let the empty vial disappear from his hand. The healing potion helped speed up the process, but he needed more to ensure he could return to the field without any problems.


    The next item appeared just as silently. This time, it was a small tube, similar to a sports ointment, with a shiny label that read "Rapid Recovery Gel".


    Lucas smiled to himself. It was almost funny, the way the system worked.


    He applied the gel directly to his ankle, rubbing it carefully over the still slightly swollen area. The effect was immediate and surreal. He felt a sensation of coolness running through his skin, as if the ice was melting and seeping deep into his muscles and ligaments, repairing everything that had been damaged.


    The pain, which had previously been like a relentless pin pricking his skin, began to fade quickly. The swelling reduced before his eyes, and the stiffness in his ankle practically evaporated. Lucas moved his foot, cautiously at first, testing the limits of recovery. To his surprise, the movement was normal, almost as if he had never been injured.


    "Lucas, it''s been two minutes. Can you do it?"

 Chapter 47 46 - Hat-trick

    "Lucas, it''s been two minutes. Can you make it?" Mr. Yamamoto asked.At that moment, Lucas raised his head and looked at Yamamoto. The coach was a man of few words, so even if Lucas chose not to use words, the coach would understand what Lucas wanted.


    "Yes, Coach!" replied Lucas, getting up from the stretcher.


    Mr. Yamamoto smiled. He, more than most, knew how much Lucas had struggled to improve to get to this moment. He was an honest boy who worked hard for the team, and the coach also knew that soccer was the center of this boy''s world.


    Lucas raised his head, meeting Yamamoto''s steady gaze. The coach was a man of few words, but his face, although serious, showed a hint of hope. He, more than anyone, knew how hard Lucas had fought to reach this moment. The coach also knew that, despite everything, soccer was the center of the boy''s world.


    As he got to his feet, Lucas felt a slight strain in his ankle, but it was nowhere near the stabbing pain of before. The combined effect of the healing items had done an excellent job. He tested the weight on his foot, first slowly, then a little more boldly, trying to bend his ankle from side to side. Nothing. No pain. No discomfort.


    Yamamoto needed to make sure that Lucas was really all right, that the boy wasn''t just pretending to get back on the pitch.


    "Take a few steps," ordered the coach.


    Lucas nodded and walked towards Yamamoto. His gait was firm, his weight evenly distributed between both feet. The pain seemed to have disappeared completely. After a few steps, he stopped and looked at Yamamoto.


    "I''m ready."


    The coach took a deep breath while his eyes were evaluating Lucas'' every move. He was impressed by the quick recovery, but something in the back of his mind warned him to be cautious. However, Yamamoto knew that players like Lucas, young men full of ambition, needed these decisive moments to grow.


    "Okay, Lucas. You come back." The coach finally gave in, but added: "But if I realize you can''t take it, I''ll take you off. No discussion."


    "Thanks, Coach." Lucas replied.


    Nishida, who had returned to the field shortly before, took a quick glance at the bench and, when he saw that Lucas was getting up, raised his fist in encouragement.


    When Lucas'' return was authorized, our No. 8 started walking towards the center of the pitch. As he crossed the sideline, he realized that his teammates'' eyes were on him.


    The stadium, small and with limited capacity, was packed. He looked around, recognizing the familiar faces among the fans, some of whom had been there from the first.


    The murmuring in the stands grew, and soon a wave of applause echoed, showing that the local fans, not just the ones who were enjoying Wushia High School, were backing the boy who had already shown his quality with two goals in this game.


    On the pitch, the opposing players looked on suspiciously. They knew Lucas was a danger, and even with his injured ankle, he still posed a threat to the defense.


    The referee blew the whistle, and the game resumed.


    Lucas looked at Nishida, who was already positioned further forward as a center-forward, and received a firm nod. They had a trusting connection, and Lucas knew that Nishida would help him get forward by pulling the ball back.


    As the ball rolled from foot to foot, Lucas walked around the pitch, watching, as if he were starting again, testing the limits of his body.


    If Gekokujou High School had been in trouble before, now they were at a complete disadvantage. With a player sent off for a childish foul and two goals behind, it was a mere formality for Wushia High School to win.


    The ball passed through the feet of Tsukada, then Kenji, and Lucas already knew what was coming next. He had played long enough with these teammates to recognize the little signs.


    Lucas ran, and the pass came, a quick ball, cutting through the middle, piercing the defense. Lucas shot up the pitch.


    The field opened up in front of him, and the Gekokujou High School defense was slow to react. Their defenders, disoriented by the change of pace, hesitated for a fraction of a second - just long enough for Lucas to get through. Sear?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    With his gaze fixed on the goal, he knew that this was the moment.


    Nishida, who was usually the center forward, pulled two defenders into the middle of the box when he started running for the ball, and this created a lot of space on the edge of the box.


    The opposing goalkeeper''s vision was obstructed with so many people in front of him. By the time he realized that the ball was no longer at Lucas'' feet, it was too late.


    Lucas'' shot was simply beautiful. Kicked with the tip of his right foot, the ball rose and curved to the left of the goalkeeper and into the top corner.


    For a moment, it seemed as if time had stopped. Both the Wushia High School and Gekokujou fans were speechless.


    Lucas had scored the hat-trick.


    He stopped, panting, his eyes shining. For a moment, he was alone in that silence. It was as if the world was holding its breath, waiting to see what would come next. Sweat dripped down his forehead and his breathing was heavy, but Lucas felt an inexplicable lightness. The weight of expectations, of his past, of uncertainties... He felt that his dream was within reach for the first time.


    Suddenly, an explosion of sounds came from all sides.


    His companions ran towards him. Nishida was the first to arrive, pulling Lucas into a hug that almost knocked him over. Soon, the rest of the team joined in, shouting, celebrating with euphoria. Lucas'' smile was wide and bright. They knew what it meant to him.


    "You''re a monster, Tanaka!!!" shouted Nishida, laughing as he pulled him to the center of the pitch.


    "I knew you''d make history today!" Kuwabara exclaimed.


    While the Wushia High School team was celebrating, the Gekokujou team was stagnating. The defenders stared at each other in disbelief, the goalkeeper bowed his head, hands on his knees, trying to understand how they had let Lucas get past them so easily, so decisively.


    But what Lucas didn''t expect was the reaction of the opposing fans.


    For a few seconds, yes, the stadium fell into an awkward silence. The Gekokujou fans fell silent. But slowly, a solitary clap began. Then another. And soon, the entire Gekokujou section was on its feet, applauding Lucas.


    He stopped, confused at first, until he realized what was happening. This wasn''t just a victory for him and the team. This was recognition. The applause grew, reverberating throughout the stadium, crossing the boundaries between the fans.


    Lucas turned to the crowd, still a little stunned. He had never imagined that one day he would be applauded by the opposing fans. It was surreal, something you only saw on television. And then he raised his arm, acknowledging the respect he was receiving.


    The feeling was indescribable.

 Chapter 48 47 - Commentator

    At the end of the short second half, the referee''s whistle echoed around the stadium, sealing the victory for Wushia High School.[Wushia High School 4-1 Gekokujou High School].


    Lucas'' gaze was lost on the horizon as the entire stadium cheered on the Wushia High School team this time.


    "We''ve really qualified for the quarter-finals..." Lucas muttered.


    The commentators on the online broadcast soon began to comment as the teams left the field.


    "My friends, what we have just witnessed was a very beautiful and memorable spectacle!" began the main narrator. "Lucas Tanaka... this young striker or midfielder, I don''t know! Does it really matter? He was brilliant! Hat-trick in a decisive match, and against a team as competitive as Gekokujou!"


    The commentator next to him nodded. "You can''t underestimate Lucas'' achievement today. Yes, the whole of Wushia High School seemed to be totally focused on the game, but two of the goals were pulled out of the hat by Lucas.


    Not only was he a decisive factor in Wushia''s victory, but he showed maturity and skill of a level that, honestly, few players of his age have demonstrated in this tournament so far. The way he read the game, took advantage of the spaces created by Nishida''s movement, and finished with such precision every chance he got...


    it''s the kind of thing that separates the good players from the great players."


    "Absolutely, Kakuda! And we mustn''t forget to mention the team spirit of Wushia High School as a whole. They fought until the last minute with focus, grit and, above all, an impressive tactical understanding." The narrator paused briefly as the cameras showed Lucas being hugged by his teammates.


    The camera then panned to a scene in which the coach of Wushia High School, Mr. Yamamoto, was walking up to Lucas with a smile on his face. He was always serious, but he couldn''t hide how important this victory was for him and the team.


    "Coach Yamamoto also deserves a lot of credit for this campaign so far," said Kakuda. "He''s shaped this team with a solid strategy, but more importantly, he''s managed to turn these youngsters into a real cohesive unit. Look at Lucas, for example. We''ve never heard of him before this tournament and he''s shining."


    "That''s true, Kakuda," the narrator agreed. "And speaking of Lucas, what do you think of his future? He''s a player who can go far, isn''t he?"


    Kakuda nodded as the cameras focused again on Lucas, who was now talking to Nishida.


    "I have to say here that if Tanaka keeps playing like this... Well, I wouldn''t be surprised to see professional clubs keeping an eye on him very soon. What we saw today was a player who not only has the technical talent, but also the right mentality for top-level soccer. Many youngsters with potential can''t cope with pressure, but Lucas seems to thrive on it.


    He has that rare instinct of players who are destined for big things. The road is still long, of course, but if he continues to develop like this until the end of the championship, I''d say he has all the tools to excel on the national stage."


    While the commentators discussed Lucas'' future, he left the pitch with his teammates.


    In the changing rooms, the atmosphere was one of pure euphoria. The Col¨¦gio Wushia players celebrated as if they had won a title. Laughter, shouts of joy, hugs - the atmosphere was one of pure victory. Lucas sat on one of the benches, still trying to process everything that had happened.


    Entering the changing room, coach Yamamoto came in, clapping his hands. "Boys, boys! Attention for a minute!"


    The entire locker room fell silent, and the players gathered around the coach.


    "I want you to know how proud I am of each and every one of you. Today, you showed what it means to be a team. You fought, you helped each other, you believed in each other. And Lucas..." He paused, looking directly at the young player. "You proved today that I wasn''t wrong to put you in the first team. Congratulations on your progress."


    "Thank you, coach... This victory represents our journey so far. Every training session, every sacrifice that everyone like me has had to make. We showed today that we can play at national level. We mustn''t forget that. Today, we''re reaping the rewards of all our hard work, and that''s how great victories are won."


    The players started applauding, moved by Lucas'' words. Everyone had to do a little to be at the soccer club, whether it was giving up time with their parents, or getting bad grades because they didn''t have much time to study, or going through economic hardship because they didn''t have time to work part-time, but these small sacrifices were what separated them from defeat now.


    While the party in the dressing room continued, outside the stadium, the media on the internet were already starting to cover the highlights of the match. On a Yourtube channel about sports news from Japan, two friends were commenting after watching the highlights of Wushia High School''s match against Gekokujou High School. S~ea??h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "This kid has something special. He has vision, skill, and he showed that he can take responsibility for being the protagonist in decisive moments."


    "And the most impressive thing is that he''s still so young. If he continues to develop like this, we could be looking at one of the future stars of Japanese soccer. Still, I''m skeptical... Every year, there''s a youngster who shines like this. He could be another one. He''ll have to prove himself against Nishikawa High School.


    It''s not necessary to win, but if he at least plays well, it''s an indication to the other teams that he can go further."

 Chapter 49 48 - Item Store

    Later, on the same day as the match against Gekokujou College, Lucas couldn''t sleep.He was lying on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, trying futilely to slow down the rapid rhythm of his heart. It seemed as if he was still feeling the euphoria of the game in every muscle, as if he were still on the pitch, running, dribbling, looking for the next goal.


    The hotel room was plunged into darkness. The air conditioning emitted a low, constant noise which, on any other night, would have been almost hypnotic. But that early in the morning, it was insufficient.


    Lucas turned over in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but the discomfort wasn''t in the sheets or the pillow. His thoughts were racing, mixed between the shouts of the fans, the sound of the ball hitting the net and the comments of his teammates. Try as he might, he couldn''t detach himself from that triumphant moment.


    He looked over to the next bed, where Nishida was sound asleep. Nishida was on his stomach, his face sunk into the pillow, breathing heavily and drooling into the pillow. Lucas couldn''t understand how Nishida could sleep so peacefully after a match like that and with a quarter-final to come.


    After a few more minutes of restlessness, Lucas decided that lying there was pointless. He threw the covers aside and got out of bed quietly, taking care not to wake Nishida.


    Lucas''s body was warm, as if he was still under the stadium sun, and he felt an almost childish urge to drink something cold. Perhaps a latte from the vending machine in the corridor would help cool down both body and mind.


    Soon, he was out of his room and into the silent corridor. The carpet on the floor muffled his footsteps, and the hotel was quiet. Lucas walked over to the vending machine, a dim blue light flashing from inside it. He inserted a few coins and pressed the button. The sound of a can falling into the compartment below was a comforting sound in the silence.


    Lucas took the milk, opened the can and took a long sip. He leaned his back against the wall next to the machine and took a deep breath.


    "Now that''s life."


    At this point, it was impossible to ignore the presence of an icon in the top left-hand corner of his vision. The icon''s symbol resembled an exclamation mark.


    "System, or rather Heavens... what were the rewards for today''s mission?


    [You obtained +40 Star Points.]


    [You obtained +1 Rare Loot Box.]


    [You obtained +200 Credits.] S§×ar?h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "I got 40 Star Points? That''s exactly the amount I needed to upgrade my Star Level, right?"


    [Yes, you''re currently at Star Level 3. People might recognize you in the street by your soccer, but the chance of that happening at this point is rare].


    "I understand, but at least now I''m recognized. But, C¨¦os, you can let me know when I evolve my Star Level without me asking." [Understood.


    [Understood. I''ll notify you whenever that happens from now on].


    "Great, thanks. By the way, before I open the Loot Box, how many Credits do I have now?"


    [Balance: 300 Credits]


    "Okay, okay... Not bad. You told me that I have to reach Star Level 10 to be able to access the skill store, right? So, what can I currently do with these credits apart from accumulate them?"


    [You can spend them in the Item Shop. I can show you a detailed, expanded version or, if you''re in a hurry, you can ask me which item you want and I''ll promptly give you the price of the item in question].


    "All right. Show me what''s in the store. Full expansion, please."


    [Item store opened].


    Immediately, a new holographic interface appeared before his eyes. Several categories appeared in the air: Equipment, Accessories and Consumables. Well, it wasn''t much different from the items he received in the Common and Uncommon Loot Boxes, but he could buy them if he was in an urgent situation.


    "Show me the most affordable items. Something in the range of 300 credits or less."


    The screen flashed quickly, reorganizing itself. Several items appeared, each with a short description next to it.


    [Item: Simple Healing Potion


    Cost: 100 Credits


    Description: Heals minor injuries and restores moderate energy].


    +


    [Item: Stamina Potion


    Cost: 150 Credits


    Description: Temporarily increases physical stamina by 30% for 1 hour].


    +


    [Item: Advanced Bandage Kit


    Cost: 75 Credits


    Description: Used to treat more complex wounds efficiently. Useful on and off the field].


    The Stamina Potion seemed to be the most tempting for his performance on the field, something that could give him an advantage just like when he played against Shinto Ishikuno.


    Lucas pondered whether he should buy it now as he took another sip of his milk. He knew he couldn''t rush into anything. Although the idea of spending it all right away was tempting, he had to think in the long term.


    "I''ll hold on to these credits for now," he muttered to himself, even though he knew C¨¦os was listening. "I want to see what''s in the Loot Box before I spend it."


    [You still have 300 Credits.]


    Lucas closed the store interface with a wave of his hand.


    "Okay, time to open the rare Loot Box."


    [Confirm opening of the rare Loot Box?]


    Lucas nodded and in the next instant a new animation appeared in front of him. A virtual box appeared in the air, rotating slowly. Subtle, enveloping music accompanied the box''s movement until, with a sharp sound, it opened, releasing a burst of green light.


    [Rare Loot Box opened.]


    [You have obtained Skill Fragment ''Solid Defense''].


    "Skill Fragment? What''s that?"


    [Skill Fragments are temporary enhancements that only last for one match. Once used, the shard disappears in three hours. When you can access the skill store, you can buy the Skill Fragments you''ve already used and turn them into Permanent Skills.]

 Chapter 50 49 - Experience of the most experienced

    "Solid defense, huh? This shard can temporarily improve your defense on the field."[Yes. Although temporary, it significantly improves your defensive capacity during the game. Consider it a test. If you like the result, you can turn it into a permanent skill when you reach the required Star Level].


    "Okay... I was hoping for something better, but I''ll keep it. Maybe it''ll come in handy at the right time." He closed the screen with a gesture and sighed deeply, leaning back against the wall of the corridor where he was standing.


    Suddenly, he heard heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor. Emerging from around the corner was Coach Yamamoto.


    "Lucas?" Yamamoto looked surprised to see Lucas.


    "Coach." Lucas straightened up, almost instinctively.


    Yamamoto stopped in front of him, crossing his arms. "What are you doing here? Up at this hour?"


    Lucas put a hand to the back of his head and smiled nervously. "I was sleep deprived, so I came to get a latte."


    Despite his progress as a player, whenever the coach appeared unexpectedly, the weight of authority fell on Lucas like a ton of bricks.


    Yamamoto looked at him with those piercing eyes. "Milk, huh?" he grumbled, with a half-smile. "You know, kid, I admire your dedication... But you need to remember that rest is just as important as training, maybe even more important when you''re in the middle of a championship." S§×ar?h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas nodded, knowing the lecture was coming. Yamamoto was like that - serious but concerned. He always found a way to make even the smallest transgression seem like a great life lesson.


    "Do you have any idea how many promising players I''ve seen destroy themselves because they thought they could do everything? Train harder, play harder, try harder... and in the end, their body couldn''t take it. Tomorrow is an important game, you know that. You need to be rested, both mentally and physically."


    Lucas, with his hands in his pockets, looked down at the floor: "I know, coach. I just couldn''t sleep, my head was full of stuff, you know?"


    "Full of stuff? What''s bothering you, Tanaka?" Yamamoto uncrossed his arms, taking a step closer.


    "Oh, it''s just... the championship, you know? The responsibility, the pressure... it feels like everyone is expecting something from me, and I can''t fail. If we get through tomorrow, my parents will come to watch the semi-final."


    "I understand. Pressure is part of it. But do you know what separates the great players from the good players? It''s not always their ability on the pitch, it''s not how much they train either. It''s the ability to deal with that pressure and do what needs to be done, even when they''re feeling exhausted."


    Lucas opened his mouth to reply, but Yamamoto held up his hand, cutting him off. "And that''s exactly where rest comes in, Tanaka. Do you remember the Wushia School team that went to the National Championships? Well, of course not. You were just a kid. That team I was in charge of five years ago was practically unbeatable.


    We had exceptional players, a talent in every position. Everyone thought it would be the team that would bring the most important title in school soccer to the school. But you know what happened?"


    Lucas shook his head, even though he had already heard the rumors.


    "They broke down before the final. All of them. The goalkeeper twisted his knee, the main defender had a muscle strain, and the star striker? He couldn''t get off the bench because he had cramps during the warm-up. Do you know why?"


    Lucas already knew the answer, but the coach said it anyway:


    "Because they didn''t rest. They thought they were invincible, ignored orders and kept pushing their bodies to the limit. The result: we lost the final by a shameful scoreline. That team had everything to win, but they failed because they didn''t understand that the body has limits. After that, frustration occupied the minds of several of them.


    Only two went on to become professionals, one playing in Switzerland and the other in Brazil. In small teams, nothing very relevant."


    The coach sighed and approached the drinks machine. "I see potential in you, Tanaka. A lot of people do now. But you need to learn to listen to your body. You need to understand that it''s not just about how hard you work, but about how much you take care of yourself."


    Lucas listened, but didn''t absorb. How could he think of resting with so many things going on at the same time? How could he sit still while his future as a simple office worker pushed him to do his best on the pitch every time.


    Yamamoto looked at him for a few more seconds, then, with a sigh, walked away.


    "I''m not going to stand here and pressure you. Just think about it, okay? We''ve got a big game tomorrow, and you''re going to need all your strength. Get some sleep. And please, no more milk at midnight. It can give you a stomach ache."


    "All right, coach. I''ll try."


    Yamamoto patted him lightly on the shoulder before walking away down the corridor, ironically with a can of coffee in his hand.


    "Yeah... Maybe I should... try to sleep." Lucas muttered to himself, walking back down the corridor towards his room.


    Luckily, the milk or the conversation with Mr. Yamamoto helped Lucas'' mind relax a little. The next morning, he woke up feeling very sleepy.


    Lucas stretched as he got out of bed and then looked at the bed next to him. Nishida was no longer there and, as expected, the sheets on the bed were completely organized.


    "He must have gone down to breakfast by now." Lucas muttered and yawned. "Yaaw! I think I need a coffee now too..."


    The game against Nishikawa College was scheduled for 11 am at Asset Minato Stadium. It was the first game of the day, so the stadium would probably be even more crowded than the day before.


    The electronic clock on the bedroom wall read 9:01 a.m., but for some reason, when Lucas put his first foot out of bed, he felt a strange sensation, a feeling that not everything would go as smoothly on this day as it had during the game against Gekokujou High School.

 Chapter 51 50 - Russian Cristiano Ronaldo & Messi

    On the internet, some soccer fans were commenting in the chat of the online broadcast of the Chubu Regional Championship that the only school that could beat Tahara High School, led by Hasumi Seiya, was Nishikawa High School, which Hasumi herself told Lucas that Wushia High School would probably not be able to win in the quarter-final.So, first thing in the morning, Mr. Yamamoto gathered all the players in a room at the hotel to show them the moves, tactics and players of Nishikawa High School, in order to prevent some mistakes and rehearsed moves.


    The light from the projector illuminated Mr. Yamamoto''s wrinkled face. All the players present were concentrating on what he was saying, because they knew that the quarter-final was not going to be a game like any other.


    Lucas Tanaka was sitting in the second row, with his elbows resting on his knees and leaning forward slightly.


    "Nishikawa High School are known for their tactical strength and the technical quality of their players, but what really makes them a challenge is their attacking duo, Luke and Klaus Ivanov."


    Upon hearing those names, a brief murmur spread around the room. Luke and Klaus. The Russian-Japanese twins. Two players who seemed destined for greatness. Lucas had heard of them, of course. Anyone who followed grassroots soccer knew who they were - legends in the making.


    "These two are unlike any opponents we''ve faced so far. I''d venture to say they''re as monstrous as Shinto Ishikuno." He signaled for Kuwabara to change the image on the screen.


    A video then began to play, showing Nishikawa High''s last match.


    "Luke, the number 10, is a natural dribbler. He has the speed and skill to get past any defender, and his ability to shoot from outside the box is a constant threat."


    The screen showed Luke receiving the ball in the middle of the pitch, turning quickly with an elegant touch and leaving two defenders behind as if they were training cones. He advanced at speed, swaying his body from side to side, mesmerizing his opponents before, with a touch that looked silly, firing the ball towards goal from outside the box.


    "And Klaus... The number 9. A natural goalscorer. He has a sense of positioning and a coolness in his finishing that we rarely see in players of this age." Yamamoto pointed at the screen again.


    Klaus was in the center of the box, waiting for a cross from his brother. With an impressively high leap, he headed the ball into the top corner of the goal with force.


    The combination of Luke and Klaus was fatal. Luke created the chances and Klaus finished them with frightening efficiency. It was almost as if they moved in perfect harmony, two bodies sharing one mind. No wonder some people called them the "Russian Cristiano Ronaldo & Messi". Nishikawa High School had built its team around them, and rightly so. They were the heart and soul of that team.


    "I know what you''re thinking," said Yamamoto. He paced back and forth. "If these two are so good, how can we beat them?" He stopped and looked at his players.


    "Double marking." said Yugga after raising his hand.


    "And use four players to mark two? We''ll be exposed."


    "Individual marking then?" Another said.


    Yamamoto nodded. "It could work, but that would create holes in our defense."


    Surprisingly, Nishida raised his hand to answer and, with a serious tone, said:


    "Goals. We''ll only beat them if we score goals."


    Kuwabara was the first to break the silence that followed Nishida''s speech. He raised an eyebrow, slowly turning towards his teammate.


    "Goals? Is that really what you said? Goals?"


    Yugga, sitting next to him, let out a muffled laugh, trying to cover it up. "I think he''s definitely just evolved into a Pok¨¦mon," he commented, squinting at Kuwabara. "He can only say one word."


    Toshinori, the goalkeeper, shook his head as a low laugh escaped his lips. "Goals... Goals... Goals." he repeated, imitating a robot or, perhaps, an early-stage Pok¨¦mon. "Nishida! Use Goal Attack!"


    Nishida, who until that moment had kept a serious expression, narrowed his eyes, clearly annoyed by the mockery. Even Lucas, who was usually more introspective, couldn''t help but smile at the joke.


    "You''re a bunch of idiots," muttered Nishida, crossing his arms. "I was serious. The only way we can win is if we score more goals than them. It''s that simple."


    "Oh, of course, it''s that simple," replied Kuwabara, sarcastically. "We just need to score more goals than the opposing team to win a match. I never thought of that."


    "Okay, okay, guys, enough with the pleasantries. Nishida is right on one point: we need to be offensive. But let''s also not forget that Nishikawa High School has a solid defense and only conceded one goal in their previous match. They don''t just rely on their attacking duo."


    As Yamamoto spoke, Lucas looked back at the screen where the Ivanov twins were still frozen in a victory pose after yet another goal.


    Lucas knew his limitations, but he also knew that soccer was unpredictable. It was often the small decisions on the pitch, the unexpected moments, that decided a match. What''s more, Lucas liked playing with these more skillful players, because he could copy them.


    Yamamoto walked to the whiteboard at the front of the room, picking up a pen. "It''s not just about scoring goals. The key is to control the midfield. If we can block the lines of passing and interrupt Luke and Klaus'' connection with the other players, we can neutralize much of the danger they offer.


    For this reason, I want to use a different tactical formation today, something we''ve practiced in the past." sea??h th§× ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "In the past?"


    "Do you remember the friendly against Nagatura High School a month and a half ago?" Mr. Yamamoto asked as he drew a tactical formation on the board. "On that occasion, what formation did we use?"


    Kenji raised his right hand. "It was a 4-3-3. We had Kuwabara, Hidefumi, Jun and Yuuga in defense. In midfield, it was me, Tanaka and Tsukada. In attack, there was Nishida, Yukihiro and that other kid who left the team."


    "Exactly, and do you remember why we lost?"


    "Because our midfield was completely dominated that time." Lucas replied.


    "Exactly. We had three players in midfield, while they had four because they played with a pair of strikers. What does Nishikawa High School have in common with Nagatura High School?"


    "The attacking duo." This time, the players answered all together.


    Yamamoto smiled with the corner of his mouth, "Exactly. So we''re going to use a 4-4-2 formation, and our attacking duo to rival their monster attack will be a pair of players who have a lot of synergy too. I''m talking about you, Nishida and Tanaka. You''ll be responsible for scoring all the goals in our victory against Nishikawa High School."

 Chapter 52 51 - Breathe

    As Lucas and his classmates from Wushia High School entered the pre-match warm-up area, he glanced at coach Yamamoto, who was standing on the edge of the pitch and adjusting his cap while talking to someone from the tournament committee. Next, Lucas looked at Nishida, who was lightly kicking the ball with the tip of his foot to warm up goalkeeper Toshinori.Lucas stretched his arms up and his gaze wandered to the stands, and his stomach knotted up. It wasn''t just the number of spectators present - although the crowd was significant throughout the stadium - but the press. Huge cameras were positioned on the sides of the pitch, the photographers, with intimidatingly large lenses, were also preparing for the game.


    All this was normal, considering that the Japanese school championships were gaining more and more attention because soccer fans liked to keep an eye on the new national promises.


    "Breathe, Tanaka..." muttered Lucas to himself as he looked around.


    The press had always been present at matches, but never in such numbers. This meant that this match was not like any other. The Ivanov twins, rising stars from Nishikawa College, had a breathtaking reputation. Now, about to face them, the weight of expectation seemed doubled.


    Yamamoto blew his whistle, and the team began to line up for the start of the match. Lucas exchanged a glance with Nishida, who returned it with a confident smile. They had trained and worked hard to be in this place, so they felt prepared.


    Still, Lucas couldn''t ignore the chill that settled in his stomach, especially when his eyes finally met those of the Ivanov twins, standing on the other side of the pitch, adjusting their boots.


    Luke and Klaus Ivanov were almost identical. The white hair, the sharp blue eyes and the smiles as they chatted, it was as if they knew they owned the pitch. The mere fact that they were standing there, relaxed, exchanging a word or two, showed that, for them, this was just another match. Another challenge to be overcome.


    Luke, the taller of the two, took a quick glance in Luke''s direction and smiled. That smile bothered him, as if Luke knew something he didn''t. He swallowed. He swallowed, but also allowed himself to smile.


    ''That kid is going to be shocked when I copy his skill.''


    "What''s up, Lucas?" Nishida asked.


    "Yes. I''m fine," Lucas replied, standing up and smiling.


    "That''s it. Let''s go. Let''s put on a show for the press," said Nishida with a mischievous grin. "Are they here to see the twins? They''ll be talking about our duo."


    "Let''s do it!" replied Lucas.


    Lucas''s hands were slightly sweaty, his feet a little heavy. But he had a system and he felt he could rely on it to win.


    Suddenly, the referee''s whistle blew, calling the teams to begin their performance. After forming two lines and greeting each other, each team went to one side of the pitch.


    This time, Wushia College would start on the right. This was the first time they had started on this side, but in the end it didn''t make much difference.


    Soon, the referee blew the whistle and the game began.


    Unlike the other games, this one surprisingly seemed to be more evenly paced, perhaps because both teams weren''t as frazzled having played long games the day before, perhaps because they were both respecting each other. So the first few minutes were as controlled as ever. The teams tested each other, trying to find their gaps and analyze each other''s movements.


    Lucas was positioned in front of the midfield, pressing at times and also a little further back to be able to receive passes from midfield and connect them with Kenji. And then one hour it happened. Kenji, with a subtle touch, sent the ball towards Lucas, who took it with his chest and started running.


    Kuwabara suddenly pulled up on the right flank and advanced quickly, becoming a more plausible passing option because Nishida was marked. However, Nishida was hungry for a goal, he had an aura.


    "Tanaka!" shouted Nishida.


    Lucas could only look at Nishida. He waited for the No. 9 striker to advance a little further and made a pass behind the back of one of the Nishikawa College defenders. Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Nishida received the ball and prepared to shoot, but out of nowhere Klaus Ivanov threw his body at Nishida, pivoted and kicked the ball away.


    ''What is this guy doing here in defense?! He''s their main striker!


    Luckily, or unluckily, a player from Nishikawa College managed to stop Klaus'' clearance kick from going wide and started to mount a counter-attack.


    Kenji clicked his tongue and started running to help out in defense


    Luke Ivanov received the ball from his brother and started to advance. This was the moment everyone had been dreading. The twins'' synchronicity was frightening, because soon Klaus was on the attack to receive. He ran past Kenji as if he were a superhero.


    Toshinori, the goalkeeper, was shouting frantic orders to the defense. "Close the gaps! Don''t let them get forward!"


    But it was no use. The twins were jockeying for position and seemed to be in a completely different league.


    When the ball was again with Luke, who was now face to face with Kuwabara. He made a quick feint, and before anyone could react, Klaus was already in position to receive the pass.


    The ball crossed a few meters of the pitch and, in a split second, Klaus shot towards goal. The sound of the ball hitting Toshinori''s gloves echoed through the stadium, followed by a collective gasp from the crowd. He had saved it.


    Lucas let out a sigh of relief, but not for long. The Ivanov twins were not the type to give up easily. The game continued to be intense, with Nishikawa College pressing relentlessly.


    The clock was ticking, and it wasn''t long before 20 minutes had passed, but for Lucas, every second seemed like an eternity. He wanted to understand what kind of skills the Ivanovs had so that he could choose which one to copy, but the strange thing was that they didn''t have one skill that really stood out from the rest.


    They weren''t great at handling the ball, dribbling, shooting or anything like that. In the end, they just seemed to be much better physically and that was enough.


    In a moment of distraction for Hidefumi, who was following Luke closely, a seemingly ordinary move would change the course of the match.

 Chapter 53 52 - Sync

    Hidefumi''s role as Wushia College''s main defender was to keep an eye on the ball at all times and coordinate the defense, deciding whether or not they should advance the line of scrimmage. In addition, his secondary role in this game was to keep a close eye on Luke Ivanov''s movements. S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.However, there was something about the Ivanovs that unsettled even the most experienced players. Luke, for most of the time, wasn''t even trying to dribble; his relaxed body and almost disinterested eyes made it look like he was just waiting. And then it happened.


    With a simple sideways touch, Luke passed the ball to Klaus without even looking. It looked like a harmless move, but the whole pitch seemed to tilt at that moment. The ball moved as if it had a life of its own, flowing from Luke''s feet to Klaus'', and Hidefumi hesitated for a fraction of a second, just long enough for the twins'' almost perfect synchrony to take over.


    Luke watched the scene from a distance, his heart racing. He tried to calculate, to process how the Ivanovs managed to move so quickly and so precisely. No obvious skill, no mystical power, just a harmony between the two that made the game look like a ballet, elegant and lethal.


    "Go on, Hidefumi, don''t let him through!" shouted Kenji.


    But it was too late.


    Klaus was already ahead. In the blink of an eye, he dribbled past Yuuga and was face to face with Toshinori.


    The Wushia goalkeeper prepared himself, positioning himself with his knees bent and his arms ready to react to the shot that seemed inevitable.


    ''I''m ready. I can do it... I''ll defend again.'' Toshinori thought, feeling sweat trickle down his temples.


    Klaus lifted his leg and, instead of a direct kick, made a soft touch to Luke, who came running like a bullet from the side. Their plan was clear: confuse the defense, disorganize the lines, until it was impossible to predict their next move.


    Luke received the ball from Klaus and, without hesitation, shot low and hard, aiming for the left corner of the goal. Toshinori stretched as far as he could and his fingers grazed the ball, but it went into the net.


    The muffled sound of the ball hitting the net was followed by an explosion of shouts from the fans in favor of Nishikawa College. The Ivanov twins greeted each other with a quick high five, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.


    "Damn!" Toshinori punched the ground angrily.


    Lucas looked at Nishida, who stood with his hands on his hips and his gaze fixed on his own goal.


    "Let''s not keep our heads down! We still have time!" shouted coach Yamamoto from the sideline, clapping his hands as if he could energize the team with his own willpower.


    They were still in the first half, and a goal wasn''t the end. But the psychological impact of seeing the Ivanovs dominate the field so easily was hard to ignore. Lucas knew that if they didn''t find a way to contain the twins, the match could quickly spiral out of control.


    "What do you think, Lucas?" Nishida asked, approaching him as they walked back to the halfway line to restart the game. "They''re good, but they''re not unbeatable. What can we do?"


    Lucas looked at Nishida and then at the twins. He clenched his fists, because this time he didn''t have the answers. Enjoy new chapters from empire


    "They play in sync, as if they were one. But... what if we break that synchrony? Force them to act individually?" Nishida asked.


    Luca raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "What do you mean?"


    "If we focus on one of them, just one, the other won''t be able to maintain the same fluidity. They depend on each other for those quick moves. If we force one of them to play alone, maybe we''ll find a way through."


    Lucas smiled. "That''s an idea. But which one do we target?"


    Nishida hesitated, looking at the two of them. Luke was the main striker, the playmaker, but Klaus had shown surprising defensive ability. Both were dangerous in different ways.


    "What about Klaus?" asked Luke. "He drops back to help defend, but when he gets forward, he''s more predictable than Luke. If we can isolate him, we can destabilize the pair."


    Nishida nodded, patting Lucas on the shoulder. "Okay, we''ll do that. But I''ll need you up front, ready to receive the pass. If we manage to steal the ball, you''ll be the one to score, because they''ll be watching me very closely. I can see that."


    Soon, the game resumed and Wushia College seemed more focused. Kuwabara and Kenji moved closer to Klaus, following Lucas'' plan. They pressed the striker whenever he touched the ball, forcing him to make quicker and consequently riskier passes.


    Klaus, surprisingly, showed no discomfort with the extra pressure. It was as if it came naturally. But, as Lucas predicted, the twins'' synchrony began to break down. Without the time to react in perfect harmony, the passes were no longer as precise, and Luke began to move forward more to help his brother, which limited his role in defense.


    Even so, the first big chance for Wushia College came in the 38th minute. Kenji received the ball, passed it to Tsukada and then the ball fell to Yukihiro on the left wing.


    Yukihiro ran on. The sound of his feet stomping on the grass, and the roar of the crowd as he advanced, was heartening for the boy who was coming back from a mid-season injury.


    His peripheral vision caught Nishida running down the middle between the defenders, already prepared for the cross. Yukihiro had to be precise. He couldn''t waste that opportunity. He slowed down for a moment, lifted his left foot and, with the inside of it, launched the cross.


    Nishida jumped with all his might, the ball seemed destined for his head, but at the last moment it sailed over him. He fell back to the ground, turning his body to follow the movement of the ball.


    Behind him, Lucas was ready, his eyes fixed on the ball, his body stretched in the air, as if that jump was his only mission. He rose higher than anyone expected, using <Star Boost> of course.


    The Nishikawa College defenders, taken by surprise, tried to react, but it was too late. The ball met Lucas'' forehead and produced a satisfying sound, the kind of sound that any footballer would recognize as a good header.


    "GOOOOAAL!"

 Chapter 54 53 - Years Ago

    The roar of the fans exploded through the stands, as if thunder had ripped through the sky.When Lucas'' feet finally touched the turf again, he ran and slid on his knees across the grass. The screams of the fans reverberated in his ears. Lucas could barely breathe, but a smile appeared on his face, wide and genuine. The plan had worked.


    Nishida was the first to reach him, hugging him tightly and almost knocking him back to the ground.


    "You did it, Lucas! You did it again!" He shouted, laughing with excitement. Kenji, Tsukada and several other players went to celebrate with him.


    But while Wushia College celebrated the goal that tied the game, Klaus and Luke were static. The sound of cheers and shouts from the crowd echoed around them, but it seemed distant, muffled.


    Klaus, his hair wet with sweat falling over his eyes, felt a pang of fear rise in his chest. He cast a furtive glance at Luke, who still kept his head down and his jaw clenched in frustration. Klaus knew what was going through his brother''s head. They were failing to be the best...


    Luke clenched his fists at his sides, trembling slightly. His gaze was distant, lost. He knew they couldn''t lose. They couldn''t afford to fail. The image of his father came to mind with the clarity of a recurring nightmare.


    *


    Years ago, the twins were still small, simple boys playing soccer in the streets of a small town south of Moscow called Yasenevo. Although the sun was shining that day, their lives were shrouded in shadows. Their father, Sergei Kazuki, was a man of Russian-Japanese origin, a stern, rigid and brutal man.


    Rumors in the neighborhood said that Sergei was a retired military man who had fallen on hard times, but no one really knew how much truth there was to it. What everyone did know, however, was the fear he instilled in his own family.


    With snow-white hair and an expression that never softened, Sergei was the monster in the closet that the twins Klaus and Luke feared. He didn''t see his children as children, but as unfinished projects, promises of greatness that had to be forcibly molded. He demanded perfection - he couldn''t accept failure.


    Klaus vividly remembered an evening when he and Luke had returned home after playing a friendly match in a city field.


    Normally, the twins'' mother would take them to the championship, but she had a black eye and couldn''t leave the house, so Sergei took them. During the game, he didn''t cheer or congratulate them on their victory, but left everything to be said when they got home.


    "You should have scored more goals!" Sergei had said to Klaus.


    Klaus, only eight at the time, had cried quietly, but Sergei showed no mercy. He believed that feelings were weaknesses.


    "A mediocre man has no place in this world." he continued, before raising his heavy hand and slapping the boys, one at a time. "If you want to make me proud, you need to be stronger."


    The twins'' mother, Ayame, was always on the sidelines, watching in silence. She rarely spoke, never interfered. But her eyes, red from suppressed crying, said it all. She was a broken woman, trapped in an abusive marriage, with no way out.


    For Klaus and Luke, the only way to free their mother from Sergei''s control was to become the best at soccer, to get a career that would give them the means to get her away from that life. Their mother had no other option - she was financially dependent on Sergei because she had been married to him from a very young age, and Sergei knew this, which made his cruelty all the more ruthless.


    Soccer, for the twins, had always been more than a sport. It was the only thing that connected them to the hope of a better life, the possibility of escaping their father''s shadow. Klaus played with the strength of someone who had something to prove, while Luke, always the quieter of the two, carried an even greater burden: he felt that the protection of his brother and mother depended on him.


    *


    Back in the field, Luke raised his head slowly. He met Klaus'' eyes. The silence between them was charged with memories and promises.


    Klaus approached Luke and said, "We can''t fail."


    It was rare for Klaus to show vulnerability, but there, in that instant, the weight of expectations and the fear of failure was something logical.


    Luke took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, the familiar fire of determination had returned. Enjoy new stories from empire


    "We won''t fail." His voice was low, almost inaudible, but full of conviction.


    On the other side of the field, Kenji watched the pair carefully. He knew that the plan to isolate them was working, but something in their countenances made him uneasy. They weren''t just good players, they were also hard-working, which explained why the No9 always came back to score.


    "They won''t give up easily." Kenji muttered, already anticipating that this was going to be a much tougher game than the previous ones had been.


    The game restarted with the referee''s whistle, and this time the twins didn''t hesitate. Klaus dropped back to pick up the ball, while Luke floated between the opposing lines, waiting for the right moment to cut in like a blade. The ball came in low, passing through three players with quick, precise interchanges. The passes were agile, and the ball seemed glued to Luke''s feet as he advanced. Sear?h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    They had adapted to the marking that isolated them.


    However, Wushia had evolved over the course of the championship too. Since the preliminary round, the team had faced tough opponents, growing stronger with each victory. It was no longer the same group of players that had started the competition. The togetherness, the pace, the confidence - all of it had grown together.


    When Luke passed the ball to Klaus with a soft touch, Kenji read the play precisely. He stepped forward, anticipating the next move, and blocked the pass with an outstretched leg.


    Kenji, with the ball at his feet, saw the field open up in front of him like a blank canvas, and Tsukada was free on his right, with Nishida on the right edge and Yukihiro further left, ready to run.


    "Now go!" thought Kenji and passed the ball to Tsukada, but before Tsukada could turn with the ball in hand, Luke appeared out of nowhere, like a sudden shadow, stretching out his leg and stopping the movement.

 Chapter 55 54 - Lack of focus is a Trap

    Luke appeared out of nowhere, like a speeding shadow, blocking Tsukada''s spin with an outstretched leg.Tsukada stumbled, lost his balance, and before he could process what had happened, he fell to the ground. The ball, which should have been in his grasp, was deflected by Luke''s pressure and bounced a few meters in front of him as the referee blew his whistle, signaling a fair but hard-fought contest.


    The impact with the ground was more than physical. Tsukada felt an invisible weight descend on his shoulders as he remained slumped for a few seconds, the euphoric shouts of the crowd sounding like a distant hum. He heard Kenji shouting his name, perhaps asking him to get up quickly, but everything seemed distant, as if time had slowed down around him.


    Tsukada blinked, trying to reorganize his thoughts. There was a nagging feeling growing in his chest - a bitter familiarity that he always tried to suppress. As skilled a player as he was, he felt out of place on the pitch.


    Still lying on the ground, Tsukada remembered when he was just a boy, the pride of his school. From an early age, he had stood out in every team he played for. Soccer came naturally to him. At regional tournaments, his name danced on the lips of people and coaches like that of a prodigy. He was the kind of player that, even at a young age, scouts watched closely.


    At his old school, Tsukada was revered by his classmates and teachers because he could see plays that others couldn''t. Deep down, he knew he was different. Deep down, he knew he was different. He knew that while other boys played for fun or for a place in the first team, he played to dominate.


    When his parents realized their son''s precocious talent, they put all their hopes and resources into his future in sport. There was no plan B.


    It was then that he heard about the chance to join Nishikawa High School , one of the most renowned schools in Japan for developing athletes. It was a golden opportunity, and he was determined to get a scholarship. The selection process was rigorous, with physical and technical tests that left even the most talented players exhausted. But Tsukada felt he was ready for the challenge.


    It was just a question of impressing the coaching staff.


    However, when the day of the test arrived, something unexpected happened. That day, Tsukada wasn''t just playing against other talented boys like himself, he had to compete against a foreigner with an unusual playing style: Luke Kazuki. The name wasn''t familiar to him at the time, but watching him play, Tsukada realized that Luke was different from everyone else.


    He was clever, shot well, led the team, passed well and even dribbled. The look in Luke''s eyes on the pitch was of someone carrying a weight that Tsukada could never understand.


    In the test, while Tsukada shone with his dribbling and precise passing, Luke emerged as a born leader, dominating the midfield, organizing plays and breaking down opponents. It seemed that Luke was everywhere on the pitch.


    In the end, when the names of those chosen were announced, Tsukada waited anxiously, but the name that came out of the mouth of the man with the clipboard was that of Luke Kazuki for the number 10 spot.


    The defeat that day was a deep blow. Tsukada, used to being the best on the pitch, was left on the sidelines. He didn''t get the scholarship he wanted, and with that, the doors of Nishikawa High School closed to him. He remembered returning home that day, the disappointed look on his parents'' faces weighing on him like a cloud. They said nothing.


    From then on, Tsukada swore to himself that he would find a way to make amends. And there he was, years later, facing Luke once again.


    "Get up, Tsukada!" Kenji finally broke through the fog of thoughts that enveloped him.


    Still dazed, Tsukada got up from the floor, rubbing his face with the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away the sweat and frustration.


    "Damn..." Tsukada muttered to himself.


    Kenji ran over to him. "Are you all right?"


    Tsukada nodded, forcing a smile that didn''t reach his eyes. "I am... it just distracted me for a second."


    Kenji looked at him skeptically, but didn''t insist. Time was running out, and there was no room for hesitation. They needed to react quickly. The game was still wide open, and Wushia needed all his players at their peak.


    "Hold your head up, Tsukada," said Lucas Tanaka as he approached. "It''s our free-kick. We need to take advantage of it."


    Lucas came closer and noticed something different in Tsukada''s distant gaze.


    "Tsukada, you have a past with Luke, don''t you?" Lucas whispered.


    Tsukada turned to him, slightly surprised by the question. "How do you know?"


    "Anyone could see the look you threw at him..."


    "It''s just that..."


    "I don''t care what happened between you. That''s in the past. What matters now is what you do from now on."


    Tsukada remained silent. He didn''t have an answer to that. He was stuck in that rivalry, that resentment. Ever since the day he had lost his place to Luke, he had felt like he was trying to chase something he would never achieve. Even there, at that moment, in the heat of the game, Luke''s shadow seemed larger, denser. sea??h th§× n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Luke looked at the referee, who authorized the free-kick. "Look, we don''t have much time, but I want to give you a mission. An important mission."


    Tsukada, who had already started looking at the ground again, looked up.


    "Mission?"


    "I want you to mark Luke. Individually. When he passes midfield, you stay on him. No space. No matter how much he tries to lose you, you don''t leave his side."


    "But why me? You saw what he did to me just now. He''s taller, faster, stronger..."


    Lucas tilted his head to the side, as if pondering for a moment before answering. "You have something to prove, don''t you? If you keep playing with that doubt, he''ll beat you before you even step on the pitch. But if you focus on just one thing, if you turn this rivalry into fire, you''ll stand out more. Remember, there are a lot of scouts here today. They are the ones who will define our future."

 Chapter 56 55 - Number 9

    Lucas''s comment sounded to Tsukada like a gentler rebuke, as if Lucas was telling Tsukada to try not to ruin everything. Well, Tsukada knew Lucas was right. He looked at Lucas, who was already preparing to take the free-kick, and Kenji was positioned a little further forward, giving him the option of a pass, but he was marked."Got it. I''ll mark Luke." Tsukada said as he pulled back a few passes.


    Luke gave a smile, something between gratitude and a vote of confidence. "Whoever can, go forward! Let''s use this foul to dominate more of their field!" Lucas shouted, which prompted Nishida to move a little closer to the box, and so the Nishikawa High School players did


    Lucas gently placed the ball on the pitch and looked ahead to see who was best positioned. The sun, which had previously been shrouded in clouds, was now peeking out, casting an intense glow over the pitch. After glancing to his left, he flicked the ball with his right leg and it landed on the left edge at Yukihiro''s feet.


    Immediately, the right-back pressed Yukihiro, but Yukihiro dribbled past him with a body movement, giving the impression that he was going to cut inside and instead went the other way. Yukihiro was able to drive the ball a little further before finally crossing.


    ''Please, someone touch this ball before the goalkeeper!'' Yukihiro mentally cheered.


    Nishikawa''s defenders, surprised by the change of target, took a second to react. A second that would prove costly.


    Nishida, in the center of the box, leapt with all the strength his body could muster, and the goalkeeper read the play too late, rushing forward desperately to intercept the ball in mid-air. Luckily, Nishida was very well positioned and had the momentum of a basketball player, so he managed to get a clean, strong header, directing the ball into the bottom right corner of the goal.


    Everyone''s eyes followed the path of the ball as if they were caught in a spell.


    Toshinori threw himself at the ball with his fingertips outstretched in a final attempt to deflect the shot. Then the metallic sound of the ball hitting the crossbar echoed throughout the stadium.


    *Plim!


    The crowd let out a roar of exasperation. However, the ball came back with force, bouncing in the opposite direction, but still inside the box, floating as if in slow motion.


    At this point, Hidefumi, who had run into the area when Yukihiro managed to advance, was virtually unmarked inside the penalty area, possibly because he wasn''t used to scoring goals and his opponent knew it, but the opportunity fell to him.


    Hidefumi was usually a lazy and uncommitted lad, but it was impossible for someone not to want to take advantage of an opportunity like this. With an agile movement for a defender, he threw himself into a volley, catching the ball perfectly in the air. The sound of the shot was dry and strong, and this time the ball met no resistance.


    The ball flew into the net, with the Nishikawa High School goalkeeper unable to do anything but watch helplessly.


    Hidefumi raised his arms, as if even he couldn''t believe what had just happened. His smile was wide, almost incredulous, as his teammates ran towards him.


    "WHAT A GOAL, EVERYONE! An absolutely fantastic moment! Hidefumi, the defender who hardly ever appears in attack, scored a volley that will go down in the history books of this tournament!" the commentator on the tournament''s main broadcast shouted into the microphone. "Not only was it an unexpected move, but the accuracy of the shot was unparalleled.


    He''s doing really well at the back and now he''s scored! It''s the essence of great defenders to score goals with their heads, but what about volleys?! The scouts are going to keep an eye on this boy!"


    Next to the commentator, his colleague in the booth, a specialist in tactical analysis, couldn''t hide her own surprise. S~ea??h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Incredible! Forget the fact that he''s not a natural striker. The way Hidefumi managed to adjust his body to catch the ball in the air was a skill of the highest level. If you told me he was a No9, I''d believe you! His positioning was well-timed, and he read the shot before anyone else. The Nishikawa High School goalkeeper had no chance."


    In the midst of all the euphoria, the official broadcast camera zoomed in on the small Wushia High School crowd. There were no matching shirts or anything from the team, they were all dressed casually, but many had identified with this underdog team since the beginning of the championship.


    On the pitch, Hidefumi was still surrounded by his teammates, all patting him on the back, congratulating him on the moment. Lucas, in particular, gave Hidefumi a friendly push in the chest and smiled.


    "You had that saved, huh?" Lucas said, panting, his eyes shining with pride.


    "I just..." Hidefumi replied, still out of breath "...closed my eyes and kicked. Pure luck."


    The euphoria in the stadium began to subside as the Nishikawa High School team got organized again to restart the game. The opposing players looked shaken, exchanging looks of frustration. The goalkeeper, still kneeling by the post, shook his head in disbelief, visibly annoyed at having been surprised by a move that no one saw coming.


    From above, the main commentator for the official broadcast was visibly excited, ready to take a break from the excitement.


    "And while we''re on the subject of bursts of energy on the pitch, do you know where else you can find a burst like that? Yes, my friends, in the new ''Power Pulse'' energy drinks!


    With a combination of caffeine, taurine and unbeatable flavor, ''Power Pulse'' is the fuel you need to keep up the pace in any situation!" he said, as the camera focused on a bottle of the drink placed strategically on the commentary table. "And now, with this dose of energy, let''s get back to the game because there''s a lot of ball to play!"


    When the match resumed, Nishikawa High School, once confident, now seemed affected by the unexpected goal. The players'' expressions were grim, their eyes fixed on the pitch like predators waiting for the moment to strike. They knew they had to react, and quickly.


    "Hey, let''s get organized! We can''t let them pressure us like this!" shouted one of the twins from Nishikawa High School, trying to incite his teammates.


    It was noticeable that, although confidence had been shaken, there was still a ferocity in the opponents, as if they were ready to launch a counter-attack at any moment.


    The ball started rolling again, and Lucas positioned himself in the middle of the pitch to intercept any attempt by his opponents to regain control.


    Tsukada, further back, kept the defensive line compact, aware that the game could turn at any moment. It was a dangerous game, and everyone knew it.


    [Nishikawa High School 1-2 Wushia High School] [39'']

 Chapter 57 56 - Exhausted

    The second half began with a heavy air, as if everyone knew that the next few minutes would be definitive.The Wushia College team had organized itself again, with Lucas Tanaka playing closer to midfield to use his strength to create plays and also help defend, while Nishida and Yukihiro were further forward. As the first few minutes went by, his eyes kept up with the pace of the game, but his body began to feel the weight of tiredness, even though he had just come back from the break.


    The scoreboard showed a slender lead: [Nishikawa College 1 - 2 Wushia College]. The clock was already ticking 12 minutes. There were just over 30 minutes left. Half an hour. They only needed to hold this scoreline for half an hour to qualify for the semi-final. Lucas, in particular, wanted this because her family was going to Nagoya to watch them in the semi-final.


    So when Lucas intercepted a ball, he felt the urge to go forward and score another goal to make them more comfortable. Sweat poured down his face and his lungs burned, but he knew he couldn''t fail. Not now. However, when he looked sideways, he realized that the team wasn''t advancing with him.


    Kenji was running, but much slower than usual. Hidefumi, the unexpected hero of the previous goal, was at the back, breathing heavily with his hands on his hips and trying to catch his breath.


    Tsukada was running, but he was moving his legs with worrying slowness.


    The rest of the team looked equally exhausted.


    On the other hand, Nishikawa College was fast, alert, determined to turn the corner and win.


    "Lucas!" Nishida shouted.


    Nishida was further forward, trying to position himself to receive the pass, but even he, who was normally a tireless machine, seemed to be succumbing to the weight of fatigue. Lucas had no choice. He had to act, and quickly. Nishida was pushing himself, running as fast as he could. Lucas tapped the ball, calculating the trajectory with precision.


    The ball slid across the grass towards Nishida. For a moment, Lucas felt that the move had worked, that they could keep possession and perhaps, with luck, find a way through on goal. But Nishikawa was alert. Before the ball reached Nishida, an opposing defender, faster and with much more energy, intercepted the ball with ease, starting a counter-attack.


    The pitch, which seconds before had looked promising, suddenly turned into a minefield. Lucas saw Nishikawa''s team advancing, like predators who had sniffed out their prey. He knew what that meant.


    One mistake, one slip-up, and the slender lead that Wushia College had fought so hard to maintain would disappear.


    At the side of the pitch, coach Yamamoto was watching the scene with watchful eyes. He was obviously aware of the extreme fatigue that had settled over his team. He knew that every player on the pitch was at their limit. But he also knew that he didn''t have many options. The bench was thin, with few substitutes capable of sustaining the insane pace that the match demanded.


    The commentators, also attentive, began to question the old coach''s decisions.


    "Yes, viewers, Wushia College is exhausted. They have talent, no doubt about it, we saw that in the first half, but Nishikawa College''s energy seems to be swallowing them alive now."


    "Doesn''t Coach Yamamoto see that? Why hasn''t he made any substitutions yet?"


    "The problem is that he probably knows that the best are on the pitch now. The options on the bench don''t have the same capacity to handle that pressure. He hasn''t changed the team much since the start of the championship... Substituting and putting someone in who isn''t in a good rhythm could end up making the situation worse."


    "That''s true, but if he doesn''t do anything, Wushia College will be swallowed up more and more. S§×arch* The n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    For his part, Lucas had the same reading of the situation as the commentators. He knew, as well as Yamamoto, that the players on the pitch were the best they had. There were no alternatives. It was all or nothing. They had to hold out until the end, even if their bodies were crying out for rest. The pressure was overwhelming, but giving up was not an option.


    As Nishikawa College''s counter-attack advanced, Lucas ran desperately to get back on defense. His legs were heavy as lead, but he forced every step. The opposing team launched a powerful shot, but Hidefumi, with a Herculean effort, managed to block it, deflecting the ball away. It was a temporary relief. The game was relentless.


    Collective exhaustion was an invisible enemy, eating away at the mental and physical stamina of all the Wushia College players on the pitch.


    Lucas needed to do something. He needed a brilliant move, something to give the team a breather. But the genius move came from Luke.


    Luke, the prodigy from Nishikawa, was also famous for his lethal accuracy with long-range shots. The young striker had just intercepted a misplaced pass and was setting up his leg for the shot. Luke''s arm swung out, his left foot subtly settling on the turf before he drove his shot into the opposite corner.


    The ball left his boot with disconcerting effect, curving slightly in the air in a movement that would fool any ordinary goalkeeper. Enjoy exclusive content from empire


    But not Toshinori.


    The goalkeeper from Wushia College, stoic to the limit, deflected the ball outwards with his fingertips. The impact of the save made a muffled sound, like distant thunder. The ball went out for a corner, and the Nishikawa players let out sighs of frustration.


    Lucas, on the other hand, felt something different. As soon as the ball was kicked away, the familiar cold buzz ran down his spine.


    [The player Luke Ivanov has just demonstrated the Skill <Magic Curve Effect>, would you like to check the copy conditions for this skill?]


    Luke''s heart raced. He knew what was coming next. The condition for activating the <Copying Genius> was always a challenge. The system didn''t make you strong without effort; it always demanded something in return.


    [Skill Copy Conditions <Magic Curve Effect>: Make Luke and Klaus fight to the point where they no longer want to pass the ball to each other].

 Chapter 58 57 - Magic Curve Effect

    [Skill Copy Conditions <Magic Curve Effect>: Make Luke and Klaus fight to the point that they no longer want to pass the ball to each other].It was as if the system was challenging him to do the impossible. Considering that Luke and Klaus were twins and playing well, creating a rift between them seemed unrealistic, almost ridiculous. Their gazes met and, without words, they knew what to do. Destroying them from the inside, separating them mentally, would be a Herculean task. Yet that was exactly what he needed to do.


    Lucas clenched his fists, feeling sweat trickle down his palms. The sticky feeling bothered him, but he didn''t have time to think about it. The score was still 2-1 in his team''s favor, but the fatigue of the Wushia College players was evident. He himself could barely breathe even though he had already used up a Rapid Recovery Elixir. He looked up at the sky.


    The sun was shining high, relentlessly, making the heat on the pitch almost unbearable.


    "Damn sun..." Lucas muttered, drying his face with his shirt.


    On the other side, the Nishikawa College team looked like a hungry beast, with Luke and Klaus leading the way. Their energy was in stark contrast to the state of Luke and his teammates. Not surprisingly, they didn''t have to play for several days in a row like Wushia College did this past week. They started in the playoffs.


    Suddenly, the system flashed in his peripheral vision, bringing up a new set of information:


    [Hint: Emotional sabotage. Psychological attack could force a break-up between Luke and Klaus. Create an internal rivalry between the two to create discord].


    "Internal rivalry?" Luke grumbled to C¨¦os as he ran. "They seem to work together perfectly." sea??h th§× nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    [Brothers can have fights too].


    "I know, I have a younger sister. The problem is that fights only happen when there''s no common goal, and they definitely have one."


    "Lucas!" Nishida shouted again, trying to snap him out of his state of contemplation.


    Lucas turned around and realized the impending counterattack.


    Klaus was already approaching the area at speed. He wasn''t as technical, but, unlike his brother, he had extraordinary strength and was therefore a threat from outside the area. His cold, focused eyes were looking for the perfect moment to shoot.


    Without thinking, Lucas ran towards Klaus, even though his legs were as heavy as lead.


    Klaus'' posture was one of pure confidence, as if he knew he had everything under control. He dribbled past Kenji with ease, using his superior speed, and was about to enter the goal area. Toshinori, the goalkeeper, was watching, ready to save. But then a treacherous detail appeared. The bright sun was directly over the defense area, reflecting hard against Toshinori''s gaze.


    He blinked, trying to keep his focus, but for a moment the sun was so strong that it was impossible to see more than a few feet ahead even with his eyes crossed.


    And Klaus noticed.


    Seizing the opportunity, Klaus positioned his body and launched a kick. Lucas shouted, trying to alert Toshinori, but the distance between them was too great, and the shout was lost in the noise of the field. The shot was hit with disorienting force, and the ball traveled like a rocket towards the left corner of the goal.


    Toshinori could only react too late. His fingers touched the air, away from the ball, and the sound of the net rattling was immediately followed by the roar of the Nishikawa High School crowd.


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    "Damn..." Toshinori muttered, watching the ball bounce on the grass inside the goal. He had made impressive saves all game, but at that moment, he had been defeated by the most treacherous enemy: the environment itself.


    The scoreboard now read [Nishikawa College 2-2 Wushia College].


    The draw put pressure on Lucas''s team, who were already exhausted. They needed something miraculous to hold on to the match or, better still, to try to get back into the game.


    Lucas wiped the sweat running down his forehead. Nishida approached, tapping Lucas hard on the shoulder, almost as if he wanted to transfer some of his energy to him.


    "Let''s not let it go to waste, understand? There''s still time!" Nishida''s eyes were burning with excitement and he didn''t even blink.


    Lucas nodded, even though his muscles were crying out for rest.


    "Come on, Wushia!" Kenji shouted from the other end of the pitch, trying to cheer up his teammates. He had just been dribbled by Klaus, and his pride was still burning. "We need to be more focused!"


    While waiting for the game to restart, Lucas looked at Nishida, who was standing next to him, carefully adjusting his boots. The two had built up a healthy rivalry since childhood, fueled by an incessant desire to outdo each other on the pitch. Nishida was stronger, faster and a finisher. Lucas, on the other hand, had his positional intelligence and ability to read the game.


    They needed to keep using this combination.


    The referee blew the whistle, and the game resumed.


    Nishikawa College, buoyed by the draw, continued to press, with Luke running the midfield.


    Nishida and Lucas knew that the best defense was now attack. They couldn''t let the opposing team dominate the pace of the game.


    "Lucas, let''s focus on quick counter-attacks using Yukihiro as well," suggested Nishida, looking at the empty space ahead. "If we can catch them by surprise, we could score before the end!"


    Lucas agreed. They needed something unexpected, a quick move that would break their opponents'' rhythm. Every second was precious.


    For the next few minutes, the game continued at a relentless intensity. Every pass, every run was made with the feeling that the next move could be decisive.


    When Nishikawa tried a new attack, Lucas saw the opportunity. He intercepted Luke''s pass, his leg stretching out at the last moment to touch the ball before it reached its destination.


    "Now!" Luke shouted, throwing the ball to Nishida, who shot down the right side of the pitch.


    Nishida received the pass masterfully, running as if he were on the run, while the opposing players tried to catch up with him. Lucas followed close behind, running with everything he had, his legs heavy as stone, but his heart racing with a single thought: the chance of victory.


    As they approached the opponent''s penalty area, Lucas and Nishida exchanged glances. They knew what to do. Wordlessly, Lucas accelerated down the left, while Nishida drew his marker into the center. The movement was coordinated, almost instinctive. They had practiced it many times, but there, in the heat of the match, it seemed to be more a question of heart than technique.


    Nishida made the pass at exactly the right moment, just as they had practiced that day before the championship. Surprisingly, the ball came in clean, low, sliding across the pitch. Lucas was free. He adjusted his body and took the shot. Nishikawa''s goalkeeper, alert, came out of his goal to close the angle.


    The shot was strong, but not strong enough. Lucas didn''t have any exceptional finishing skills apart from the first-time shot he copied from Kenji.


    The opposing goalkeeper managed to stretch out his right arm and, with his fingertips, deflected the ball out of the area.


    "Damn!" Lucas roared.


    "Nice try! Let''s not give up!" shouted Nishida.


    They returned to their positions, trying to hold off Nishikawa College''s last attacks. The clock was ticking. The score was still 2-2, and both teams were now on the verge of exhaustion.


    Then, when no one expected it, the final whistle came. Regular time and extra time had passed and the players from both teams hadn''t even seen it because they were anxiously searching for the goal.


    Lucas took a deep breath with his hands on his hips as he tried to pull himself together. Nishida approached, tapping his friend on the shoulder once more.


    "It''s extra time now, isn''t it?" Nishida said with a half-smile, clearly as tired as Lucas.


    "Yeah, I think if we make more plays like that last one, we can score. But let''s try to reverse the roles."


    But then something unexpected happened. The referee walked to the center of the pitch, and instead of signaling for extra time, he raised his hand, calling the captains of both teams.


    Lucas and Nishida looked at each other, confused.


    "What''s going on?" asked Lucas as he sipped his water near the bench.


    "We won''t have extra time. The game will go straight to penalties... It''s a short championship, so that''s their policy." said Mr. Yamamoto.

 Chapter 59 58 - Penalties

    Penalties.The result of months of training and effort would now be summed up in a sequence of kicks.


    Lucas approached Nishida, who was standing next to him, trying to catch his breath.


    "Straight to penalties? That wasn''t in the plans." Nishida said.


    Lucas forced a smile. "Nothing ever is, is it?" He snapped his fingers, as he did whenever he got nervous, and looked up at the sky. "Let''s end this the right way."


    Coach Yamamoto called them together for a quick meeting near the dugout.


    "You know what''s at stake better than anyone. You also know that you''ve trained for this. I''m not going to keep repeating the same old words of encouragement. It''s us who will take the first penalty, and it''s us who will win. Let''s follow the order we discussed in the hotel this morning when we imagined this scenario."


    Nishida nodded. "Yes, sir." Find your next read at empire


    Nishida would go first. After him would come Kenji, Lucas, Tsukada and, finally, Hidefumi.


    The weight of responsibility was enormous. Lucas looked at his teammates, who, despite their visible fatigue, seemed ready to take the last step.


    When the referee blew the whistle to signal the start of the penalties, the players from both teams lined up on the halfway line, while the fans held their breath, aware that every shot was now decisive.


    "Who would have thought we''d get to this point?" One of the commentators on the online broadcast said. "This is undoubtedly the most exciting game of the championship so far. The Wushia College team, who no one expected to go this far, now have the golden chance to win on penalties.


    And look, Nishikawa High School, with its solid defense and aggressive attacking tactics, also has the chance to win after such a tough game."


    "That''s it. Let''s see who has nerves of steel."


    Nishida was the first to walk slowly to the penalty spot. His countenance was serious. The goalkeeper from Nishikawa College, a young man with an intimidating expression, looked enormous under the stadium lights. He swayed from side to side, trying to unsettle his opponent.


    Lucas knew that his friend had skill and confidence, but he also knew that the moment could move anyone. And so, with a simple gesture, Nishida positioned the ball, took two steps back and, when he heard the referee''s whistle, shot with force.


    The ball flew into the right side of the goal. The goalkeeper jumped in the right direction, but the shot was strong and placed well enough to pass through his outstretched fingers.


    Goal.


    Lucas smiled, feeling the first layer of tension dissipate. They were ahead. But there was still a long way to go.


    Goalkeeper Toshinori, from Wushia College, was greeted by Nishida, who whispered:


    "I trust you! Catch even one of their shots and we''ll be in the semi-final!"


    Toshinori agreed with a nod, but the truth was that he wasn''t very confident. Before entering high school a few months ago, Toshinori hadn''t imagined himself playing soccer because he had always preferred basketball, but he had started playing because his best friend, Kuwabara, had joined him in training as a goalkeeper and so he had gradually joined the team.


    So although Toshinori didn''t see himself as a great professional goalkeeper in the future, he was just as nervous as his teammates who wanted to become professional players because his friends'' fate was in his hands too.


    Luke, Nishikawa High''s most skillful striker, was already positioned with the ball at the penalty spot. He had a relaxed, almost casual posture as he adjusted the ball with his foot.


    From the bench, coach Yamamoto watched silently. "Football is more mental than physical now."


    Toshinori positioned himself in the center of the goal with his hands outstretched and his eyes fixed on his opponent. He knew that the technique for taking penalties wasn''t just to throw yourself to one side and hope for the best. You had to watch the player''s body, his eyes, his movement, his feet.


    The referee raised his arm and blew the whistle, then Luke began his run towards the ball.


    Lucas barely blinked. He saw the striker advance, place his supporting foot firmly on the ground and shoot. The shot was perfect. The ball flew towards the top left corner of the goal. Toshinori jumped up, stretching as far as he could, but he knew mid-jump that he wouldn''t make it in time.


    The score was level.


    Lucas exhaled slowly, feeling a pang of frustration. He knew it wouldn''t be easy, but deep down there was a silent hope that Toshinori would be able to make the save early on.


    Toshinori stood up slowly, wiping his hands on his shorts.


    Kenji walked to the penalty spot with an intense focus in his eyes. He was known for his calmness on the pitch, technical defensive skills and control under pressure. Unlike Luke, Kenji wasn''t the main striker, but his precision with the ball was respected by everyone in the team.


    Kenji adjusted the ball, took three steps back and waited for the whistle. When it sounded, Kenji advanced and his shot was dry, straight into the bottom right corner of the goal. The Nishikawa goalkeeper dived the other way.


    Goal.


    The next spot-kick came from Klaus, another skillful player from Nishikawa High School. He had a reputation for taking penalties with impressive force, which made his shots dangerous, because even if the goalkeeper got it just right, the force of the shot often made it indefensible.


    The referee blew the whistle again, and Klaus shot with all the power of his right leg. The ball flew like a bullet, but this time Toshinori was ready. He had been watching Klaus'' foot, noticing the slight angle of his position. In fractions of a second, the goalkeeper dived to his right, stretching out as far as he could.


    His fingers touched the ball, diverting it slightly from its trajectory, but it still ended up inside the goal.


    The tie still stood, and Lucas sighed. Now it was his turn.


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 Chapter 60 59 - Mistakes

    Lucas walked towards the penalty spot with his heart pounding. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind that was forming inside him. He looked at the opposing goalkeeper, a tall boy whose eyes seemed not to blink, fixed on Lucas with a menacing intensity.Lucas knew that all eyes were on him. He knew that his teammates placed the same trust in him that he had placed in Nishida and Kenji. Now it was his turn to carry all that weight. But unlike many other times, Lucas felt a calm come over him.


    It was as if, at that crucial moment, everything he had trained for, all the afternoons he had spent on the pitch perfecting his skills, had been condensed into a single simple gesture: the kick.


    ''Breathe, concentrate and shoot. Nothing else matters now,'' he thought, repeating the words Yamamoto always said during penalty shoot-outs.


    He placed the ball carefully on the spot, as if it were a ritual. The goalkeeper''s eyes never left his. Lucas tried to decipher his opponent, looking for some hesitation, some sign of nervousness, but the goalkeeper seemed impassive, a veritable wall of concentration.


    Taking two steps back, Lucas heard the referee''s whistle. It was the signal he needed. The world stopped for a brief second. He stepped forward confidently and shot. The ball came out hard, heading for the bottom left corner. The goalkeeper even tried to throw himself at it, but it was too late.


    The ball kissed the net and Lucas raised his arms, letting out a cry of relief and satisfaction.


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    Now they were ahead once again. If they kept this up, all they needed was for Toshonori to make a save or their opponent to throw it away.


    "Come on, Toshinori... you can do it!" Lucas greeted Toshinori before turning back to his teammates in the middle of the pitch.


    The next player from Nishikawa High School approached the mark. Luke and Klaus had already kicked, so Wushia High School''s chances were better than ever.


    Toshinori positioned himself in the goal with his legs slightly bent, his body ready to react to any movement. His eyes were fixed on his opponent.


    The referee blew the whistle, and the opposing player advanced. The shot went into the bottom right-hand corner. Toshinori was quick to pounce, but the ball slipped under his body and into the back of the net. The tie was back on.


    "Damn..." Lucas whispered, clenching his fists.


    It wasn''t Toshinori''s fault, the shot had been good. Now it was Tsukada''s turn. He walked to the penalty spot with a firm stance, although Lucas could see a slight tremor in his teammate''s hands. Tsukada had always been a reliable player, but shooting wasn''t exactly his strong point.


    The stadium fell silent for a brief moment when the referee blew his whistle. Tsukada ran, and the sound of the kick echoed.


    The ball went wide left, only for the Nishikawa High School goalkeeper to guess the side and dive. With a quick touch with the palm of one hand, the goalkeeper deflected the ball away.


    "Oh, no!" One of the live commentators said. "It was a good shot, but goalkeeper Namiki read the Wushia High School No. 10 like an open book!"


    The ball rolled slowly off the sideline, and goalkeeper Namiki, with a discreet smile on his face, stood up and shouted to his teammates.


    The tie still stood, but Tsukada''s mistake had tipped the scales dangerously in Nishikawa High School''s favor.


    "I''m sorry, guys." Tsukada said as he walked back to the center of the field.


    "It''s not over yet." said Nishida, concentrating on the goal where the penalty kicks were being taken.


    "One mistake doesn''t define you, Tsukada," said Lucas, putting his hand on his colleague''s shoulder, trying to offer some consolation.


    Tsukada just nodded, his eyes still fixed on the ground. The mistake seemed to weigh heavily on his back, as if the entire team was to blame.


    But there was no time for regrets. Nishikawa High School''s next player was already in position. The striker was an unknown, a player who had come on at the end of the second half and played a long time. Nobody knew what to expect. However, Lucas knew that this was the kind of substitution made with penalties in mind.


    Toshinori had his arms open and his eyes fixed on his opponent as if they could pierce his soul. He knew that this was one of the decisive moments of the match. A single movement, a split second of hesitation, and everything could be lost.


    The referee''s whistle blew, cutting through the air like a blade. The Nishikawa player began his run with quick steps. He kicked the ball hard, aiming for the top right corner of the goal, an unstoppable ball. The ball looked like an arrow, shooting towards the goal with precision, but Toshinori saw it all.


    For a brief second, all eyes were fixed on the ball and the goalkeeper who was now flying through the air, like a hawk towards its prey.


    Toshinori''s fingers, stretched to the maximum, finally touched the ball, deflecting it out of the goal with a firm clap.


    A roar of euphoria filled the stadium. The Wushia High School fans erupted in shouts of joy, and Lucas smiled broadly. They were still alive in the game.


    Toshinori stood up quickly, raising his fists in the air.


    "That''s it, Toshinori! What a save!" shouted Nishida.


    Now it was Kuwabara''s turn. The last of the normal penalty kicks. If the next two penalties were taken, the game would remain tied and other players would have to start taking the penalties one by one until the tie-breaker finally took place.


    Kuwabara walked slowly to the penalty spot. He was short but quick and had a good cross. However, what few people knew was that Kuwabara never felt comfortable in high-pressure situations. And now, as he approached the ball, his shoulders seemed stiffer than usual and he was shaking.


    "Kuwabara, you can do it!" shouted Toshinori, Kuwabara''s best friend.


    With the score still tied, a mistake by Kuwabara could cost him the victory.


    At that minute, only the wind was blowing lightly through the stands.


    Goalkeeper Namiki was already in position. He knew that if he saved that shot, Nishikawa High School would be one step away from victory.


    Kuwabara took a deep breath and settled the ball with his feet, took three steps back and, after a moment that seemed to last an eternity, the referee blew the whistle.


    The striker waited a few seconds, trying to create discomfort in the opposing goalkeeper, and then ran towards the ball, but unlike Lucas and the others who had shot with confidence, Kuwabara was too careful because he didn''t want to. His body leaned slightly backwards at the moment of the kick, and the impact with the ball wasn''t firm enough.


    The shot came out crooked and slow, making it fall easily into the hands of goalkeeper Namiki. It was the worst shot of all the kicks so far, and probably the easiest save of Namiki''s life.


    Kuwabara, incredulous, put his hands to his head. He had made a mistake.


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    Kuwabara stood still for a moment, his eyes lost, unable to believe what had just happened.


    The High School players knew they had an advantage now. The next player walked to the penalty spot with confident strides.


    Toshinori, as much as he had saved an incredible shot, was now faced with an almost impossible task. If his opponent hit the target, it would be the end of the line.


    Lucas closed his eyes for a moment, trying to dispel the pessimism. He wanted to believe that there was still a chance, that Toshinori could pull off another miracle, but the reality was just as cruel as in his past life.


    The referee blew the final whistle, and the Nishikawa High School player sent the ball into the opposite corner. This time, Toshinori couldn''t reach it.


    The goal sealed the fate of the match.


    The Nishikawa players celebrated, running towards their goalkeeper, while Wushia High School stood still on the pitch, trying to process what had just happened.


    Lucas felt the bitter taste of defeat spread in his mouth. It didn''t matter how hard they had fought, how hard they had tried. His eyes filled with tears. He had the emotional age of an almost middle-aged man, but the feeling of frustration was the same as that of any 16-year-old boy.


    He looked up at the sky, trying to keep the tears from flowing, but as his friends around him began to cry at the ready, tears streamed down Lucas''s face. Defeat hurt like a stab wound.


    Toshinori ducked his head under the crossbar, exhausted, but then a shadow blocked out some of the sunlight beneath him.


    "You did what you could. Let''s leave here with pride." Kuwabara held out his hand to Toshinori.


    Toshinori''s mouth began to tremble as he tried to hold back the tears, for seeing Kuwabara with tear-filled eyes was the hardest blow he could have received.


    The two of them walked together towards the rest of the team, ready to face what was coming next, but knowing that, despite their defeat, they had done very well.

 Chapter 61 60 - Farewell

    Your next read is at empire"What a match, my friends! Nishikawa High School have just secured victory and their place in the semi-finals in a tight contest! Namiki''s last-gasp penalty save was the final blow, and they now advance in the tournament! But hats off to Wushia High School.


    These boys gave their all on the pitch, faced a strong opponent and, even with a limited coaching staff - just one coach, no assistants, no analysts - they made it far."


    "Absolutely! Unfortunately, the penalty mistakes weighed on them. But in all honesty, these boys had an incredible campaign. Wushia High School doesn''t have a recent sporting record, but it looks like that could start to change!"


    "Yes, yes! And coach Yamamoto deserves applause too. He''s managed to tie this group together, even without the resources and structure we see at other schools. They may have lost today, but the future looks bright for this team."


    However, at that moment, the boys couldn''t hear the words that were trying to comfort them. Anyway, if they could hear them, for the boys the weight of defeat was stronger than any external recognition.


    The bitter taste of defeat still lingered in Lucas'' mouth. He wanted to shout, to punch something, but at the same time, all he could do was walk with his head down, in silence, following the flow of the players. He was no longer a young man who couldn''t control his emotions.


    In the dressing room, no one said a word.


    Kuwabara, sitting on a bench, was still in disbelief at the mistake he had made. He pressed his face into his hands, clearly ashamed, sad, disappointed, frustrated...


    "I''m sorry..." muttered Kuwabara. "I''ve ruined everything."


    The weight of that mistake was evident, but his companions knew that it wouldn''t be fair to put all the responsibility on Kuwabara. Everyone knew deep down that there were points in the game where they could have done better, made different decisions. It was a collective defeat, not just the result of individual failure.


    Nishida raised his head and walked over to Kuwabara, then put his hand on his shoulder.


    "You did your best, man. It was a penalty shootout, anyone can make a mistake. It''s not the end of the world."


    Kuwabara only nodded slightly, still visibly dejected.


    Toshinori opened his mouth to speak, but couldn''t find the right words. Everyone was emotionally drained after such a long and short championship at the same time.


    When coach Yamamoto entered the locker room, there was no anger or disappointment in his countenance, which was different from what many had expected. He was calm and his eyes swept the locker room before he finally addressed the boys.


    "I want you to listen to me, men. What you did today was something extraordinary."


    The players'' eyes turned to the coach, confused. After all, they had lost.


    "I know losing hurts. I know you wanted to be on the other side of that match, celebrating. We have been. But that''s part of sport. For someone to win, someone else has to lose. Even though we lost today, I want you to know how proud I am of everyone here." He raised his right hand and, before the boys'' eyes, he closed it into a fist.


    "You''ve taken the name of Wushia High School further than most people could have imagined. And, above all, you played as a team."


    Yamamoto looked at each of the players and smiled.


    "Today, you have taken the first step towards bringing back Wushia High School''s sporting legacy. And that''s no small feat... Most of you are in your first or second year. That means you''ll still have plenty of chances to play soccer. To compete. To win.


    And if you keep working hard, as you have done so far, I have no doubt that you will achieve even greater things. Hold your heads high. Today was just a battle. The real goal is still ahead."


    Lucas looked around and saw that his teammates also seemed less discouraged. Yamamoto''s words had struck the right chord, bringing a little light to that dark moment.


    "You''re a good coach, old man..." muttered Tsukada, finally breaking his self-imposed vow of silence.


    "I do what I can." Yamamoto laughed softly, and many others laughed too. "When you''re all ready, pack your things and we''ll head back to the hotel."


    Before leaving, Lucas went to the restroom outside the locker room because the one in the locker room was, as usual, too noisy. He leaned on the sink and stared at his reflection.


    "System, this time you didn''t give me an assignment. Why did that happen? Did you already know about my defeat?" Lucas asked.


    [Missions are offered to encourage you to do your best. This time, you didn''t need any more motivation to win than you already had].


    "Ah, so that''s how it works."


    [Stimulating you isn''t the only function of missions, but it is the main one.]


    "I imagine that the other functions are to help me improve, make me mature and so on... Yeah, anyway, I haven''t managed to be any better."


    Lucas''s black hair was still messy and he still had the expression of someone who was struggling internally to process what had happened. The penalties... the missed opportunity... the look of despair in Toshinori''s eyes when the ball went in. It all repeated itself like an endless cycle in his mind.


    "I should have done more." He punched the sink lightly.


    [Indeed. You could have used your skills better. You didn''t get the best out of yourself or your team].


    "I know..."


    Lucas had become accustomed to criticizing himself. Since the start of the championship, every mistake, every inaccurate pass, was an extra stone heaped on his shoulders. After such a narrow defeat, the feeling of inadequacy seemed unbearable. It was at that moment that the bathroom door opened. Lucas looked up, expecting to see one of his teammates.


    However, the person who entered was not one of his friends, nor was it someone from Wushia High School or even a male, considering that the bathroom was for men only. It was Hasumi Seiya, the young coach from Hanrahan High School.


    Her light blue hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and she was wearing a blue jacket from her school, the badge embroidered on the sleeve.


    "Y-you?! What are you doing here? You''re in the men''s room, what if someone sees you?"


    Seiya didn''t seem in the least bit bothered by the likelihood that Lucas had pointed out. She crossed her arms with a calm expression and said:


    "If someone sees me, it''s not your concern, Tanaka. I came here to talk to you."


    Lucas arched his eyebrows. She wanted to talk to him? At a time like that, after a defeat? He imagined that Seiya was there to criticize him again, perhaps to point out his mistakes or even ridicule the team''s performance.


    "I know you''re probably blaming yourself for today''s result." She began, and Lucas felt a knot tighten in his throat. "But I didn''t come here to tell you how bad you are as a number 10."


    Lucas blinked, surprised. "Then what did you come for?"


    "I came to congratulate you."


    "Congratulate? We lost."


    "Yes. Just as I predicted would happen." Hasumi Seiya agreed. "You lost. But you... well, you showed that you have the potential.


    Sure, you''re not a leader on the field, you''re far from be creative with the ball on your feet and you can''t even be tactical, but you stand out from the rest for your physical composure, your finishing, your passing, your drive, your defensive work, your attacking work and your midfield work. You have what it takes to be a good footballer."


    Lucas was used to criticism and demands, especially from himself, but the praise, especially from Hasumi Seiya, took him by surprise.


    "Why are you saying that?"


    Seiya stepped forward and held out a hand. "It''s because I''m looking forward to seeing what kind of player you''ll become, Tanaka. By the time I reach my goal and am coaching the Japanese men''s national team, I hope you''ll have made a name for yourself in professional soccer, because I''ll still be keeping an eye on you."


    Those words sounded like thunder in Lucas'' mind. He was facing one of the most promising figures in Japanese soccer. A young coach who, despite her age and because she was a woman, had already won the respect and admiration of many in the sporting world.


    "Me? Do you really think I...?"


    Seiya smiled. "I don''t know. You have some of the qualities I value in a player. The difference is that you need to keep improving your strengths and weaknesses. You need to work harder, be more strategic on the pitch and technically better. You''re on the right track and I don''t think I''m the only person who has noted it.


    But you also need a team where you don''t have to work so hard, think so much about others and focus more on your game."


    "What do you mean?" Lucas frowned and asked.


    "I think you know the answer... It''s the end of the school year. Think carefully about your opportunities and evaluate them."


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 Chapter 62 61 - New Day

    Nishida was sitting on the wooden bench, facing the open cupboard with his elbows on his knees and his head down. He had already taken off his boots and changed, but he still couldn''t convince himself to leave. His eyes were fixed on the ground, but his mind was reliving every moment of the game, every shot, every pass, every small decision that could have made a difference.Finally, with a heavy sigh, he stood up, slowly picking up his backpack with a tired expression.


    The promise he had made to himself to carry the team to victory echoed in his head like an invisible scar. However, there was a nagging certainty in his chest: it hadn''t been enough.


    As he slung his backpack over one shoulder, his fingers tightened on the strap.


    The other players were slowly leaving to go to the bus.


    Nishida preferred to leave last, to give himself a moment to face his own thoughts before facing the tired faces of his teammates and, even worse, the emptiness on the bus. So he did. When the changing room was empty, he left, still listening to the sound of the fans in the stands a few meters up the road. The day would still be filled with three more games than they had.


    As he left the changing room, everything seemed colder. Perhaps because he had just showered, perhaps because he no longer felt all that body heat.


    The long corridor towards the exit was empty, but when Nishida least expected it, two other people crossed his path. Klaus and Luke Ivanov, the twins from Nishikawa High School.


    Klaus, their No. 9, didn''t turn aside to make way for Nishida. It was a sign of rivalry. They had played far away from each other, but at that moment they both tried to impose their presence on the other. It wasn''t just a question of personality, but of pride as number 9s.


    Luke, on the other hand, seemed calmer. Even though he was equally talented, he didn''t carry the same competitive fervor as Klaus.


    The three of them stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, and Nishida felt something inside him. It wasn''t exactly hatred, but anger. It was a natural feeling, after all, these twins were the main problems for Wushia High School.


    It was Luke who broke the silence, with a slight smile on his face. "It was a good match, Nishida. You fought well."


    Nishida looked first at Luke and then at Klaus, whose eyes hadn''t left him from the start


    "Not well enough. I wasn''t able to help my team as I should have." Nishida admitted. He was proud of himself, but he felt he needed to admit it to someone.


    Luke gestured with his hands. "That''s part of the game. Sometimes you do everything right, and it''s still not enough. But you played well, no one can deny that."


    Nishida felt a lump in his throat when he heard those words, because he knew that, although they were true, they weren''t enough to erase the disappointment he felt. He looked at the ground for a moment, but then, when he turned back to face Luke and Klaus, he tried to convey what he really felt.


    "If we meet again on the pitch, I won''t lose!"


    It wasn''t a threat, but an oath he was swearing both to himself and to the Ivanov brothers.


    Klaus, who had said nothing until then, raised an eyebrow and smiled.


    "Let''s see, Nishida! I hope you''re right, because we''re not going to make it easy either!" He clenched his right fist and showed it to Nishida. Continue your journey on empire


    Luke once again tried to defuse the situation with a laugh.


    "Good luck for the rest of the year, Nishida. Maybe we''ll meet in the pros." He smiled genuinely, offering a gesture of respect that Nishida couldn''t ignore.


    Nishida nodded, but didn''t say anything else. Instead, he continued on his way towards the exit. There was nothing more to say. The game was over, but the story between them was far from over.


    The Ivanov brothers stayed behind, watching Nishida walk away. Klaus kept his eyes fixed on him for a few more seconds before speaking with a slight laugh:


    "That guy''s hot-blooded. I like that."


    "Hot-blooded? No, he''s just very good. Better not underestimate him when we meet him again."


    Klaus shrugged. "I won''t underestimate him. But he''s going to have to work hard if he wants to beat us."


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    For the Wushia High School players, getting home around dusk and telling their families in person about the result was a real blow.


    As he reached the door, Lucas hesitated before turning the knob. Ayumi and John always supported him and he felt he could finally do them proud, but this time... this time he didn''t know how to face them. When he finally went in and found them in the living room, he felt pain because they were surprised to see him home ''early''.


    Of course, it would have made it easier for him if he had texted them to let them know he was coming back, but he also felt that they deserved to know everything in person.


    "I''m glad you''re home again, son." John said and hugged Lucas.


    "Ah... yes, I''m back early," mumbled Lucas, trying to avoid eye contact with either of them.


    Ayumi, noticing the tone in her son''s voice, closed the book and got up from the sofa. She was a woman of subtle gestures.


    "We... we lost." he said before she could hug him and then raised her head. "We lost on penalties."


    "Son..." John said.


    "I... I let you down," said Lucas, looking at them. "I wasn''t good enough. I couldn''t win."


    Ayumi, with her gentle eyes, touched Lucas''s shoulder with one of her hands and squeezed it. She knew how much Lucas demanded of himself, how much he wanted to be perfect in everything he did, how rushed he felt, as if opportunities and time were slipping like grains of sand between his fingers.


    "Lucas, you don''t have to be perfect. The important thing isn''t the end result, it''s how much you gave."


    "I did that, but it wasn''t enough... I just... I just wanted to make you proud."


    "And you make us proud, son. We''re always proud of you, no matter what the result. What matters is your effort, the person you are, how much you grow with every step. And you''ve grown a lot."


    Ayumi''s words were like a balm, but the hole inside Lucas was deeper than they could reach. He wasn''t just disappointed that he hadn''t won, because this had already happened to him several times throughout high school in his past chance. The real pain came from knowing that, with all the power the system gave him, with all the chances, items and so on, he still lost.


    He was no longer sure that he would be able to get where he wanted to go. Deep down, he believed that in order to be noticed in professional soccer, it would be necessary to win school championships, to stand out among the best. And now, having lost... how could he compete with players who were on the winning team?


    Only a few players of that level would be selected for the youth teams and of those selected, a small percentage would become professionals. After turning professional, there were also different levels of leagues and so on, so how could he become the best in the world and change his destiny and the lives of his family?


    "I just... I just wanted it to be different." He mumbled with watery eyes.


    John sighed and carefully placed a hand on Lucas''s vacant shoulder. "I understand that you feel that way. Believe me, we''ve all felt that way at some point. But this defeat doesn''t define you. It doesn''t define what you can achieve."


    "We''re with you, no matter what." Ayumi said with an encouraging smile. "We always will be."


    That evening, after telling her everything and a long bath, Lucas retired to his room. The walls seemed to reflect his own thoughts of doubt and frustration. He threw himself on the bed, staring at the ceiling.


    Lucas knew that if he wanted to become the player Seiya believed he could be, he would need to overcome more than just his opponents on the pitch. He had to face himself.


    But how could he do that?


    [You failed today, Lucas.] C¨¦os'' voice was neutral, almost cold.


    "I know..."


    [But failure is part of the process. There''s no growth without failure].


    Lucas was silent for a moment. The system was right, of course. Failures were necessary.


    "I just... I just don''t know if I''m strong enough to keep dealing with this."


    [You''re stronger than you think, Lucas Tanaka. If it weren''t for your willpower, I wouldn''t exist].


    "What do you mean?"


    [...]


    [If you want to keep going, you need to learn to get up after defeats and, instead of crying, think about what you could have done and what you can improve].


    [Despite your defeat, you earned 150 Star Points and reached Star Level 4].


    [Everything wasn''t so bad, right?]


    [Go to sleep, tomorrow''s a new day].


    Hours passed before Lucas finally fell asleep, exhausted not only physically, but emotionally. Even asleep, his mind wouldn''t leave him alone. He dreamt about the match, about the moments that could have been different. But deep down, he knew he had to learn to live with it.


    When he woke up the next morning, the classic daily mission appeared for the first time since the tournament began.


    [Daily Mission "Effort X Reward" is available].


    Lucas knew that staying in bed after defeat would be worse. He had experience with this. So he got up, went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were still red from tiredness and the deep circles under his eyes showed that he''d had a bad night''s sleep.


    "I''m better than that." He washed his face with cold water in an attempt to dispel the sadness.


    After breakfast, Lucas decided to go for a run to start the daily mission with the worst part. He put on his sneakers, strapped his cell phone to his arm and left the house. The streets were still quiet at that hour, only a few people walking because it was Saturday. He turned up the music playing in his headphones and began to run at a light pace.


    After a while, while he was running, his cell phone vibrated on his arm. Lucas stopped, panting, and looked at the notification.


    Surprisingly, it was a message from Coach Yamamoto.


    "Lucas, I know it''s Saturday and you''re tired because of the championship trip, but I need to talk to you today. There''s someone I''d like to introduce you to. Meet me in the teachers'' lounge at 10am?"


    Lucas frowned. Who did the coach want to introduce? He looked at his watch: 8:30. He had just enough time to finish his daily assignment and get to school.

 Chapter 63 62 - New opportunity outside Japan

    Wushia High School was deserted when Lucas Tanaka arrived at the gate. Of course it would be, after all it was a vacation Saturday and so there weren''t even any club activities going on.The only people around were a few men from a gardening company who were pruning the grass and trees.


    Passing through the gate, Lucas headed for the entrance to the main building. As usual, he removed his shoes at the entrance and changed into school shoes, a common practice in all Japanese schools. He looked at the empty corridors and wondered if any soul other than himself and the coach would be there that day.


    As he walked slowly down the corridor towards the teachers'' room on the second floor, he could only hear footsteps.


    As he reached the door to the teachers'' room, he heard something he hadn''t expected: laughter. One of them, hoarse and with a slight wheeze, was unmistakable - it was Coach Yamamoto''s. The other laugh, a little younger and thicker, belonged to someone Lucas didn''t recognize.


    "Who could that be?" Before knocking on the door, he thought. But instead of imagining it, he decided to see who it was and knocked on the door three times.


    Immediately, Yamamoto''s familiar voice sounded.


    "Come in."


    Lucas opened the door slowly, entering the room which, like the rest of the school, was practically empty that day. The teachers'' room was usually full of teachers preparing lessons or marking exams, but now it was devoid of the usual bustle. Only Coach Yamamoto was there, sitting at the center table next to a man Lucas had never seen before.


    The strange man''s hair was slightly graying on the sides, suggesting that he was in his forties. He was dressed in casual clothes and smiled when he saw Lucas.


    "Ah, Lucas, how nice of you to come!" Yamamoto said, approaching him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "I want you to meet someone very special to me.


    The coach then gestured towards the middle-aged man.


    "This is Takashi Otsuka, a very old pupil of mine who also played here, at Wushia High School."


    "Eh? Have you been a teacher that long, Mr. Yamamoto?" Lucas asked.


    Yamamoto laughed softly. He pulled out a chair for the young man to sit on and gestured for him to make himself comfortable.


    "Yes, Lucas, I''ve been a teacher for longer than you might think. I sometimes forget how many years have passed," said Yamamoto, with a nostalgic smile. "Takashi was one of my first students, at the start of my career, and I''ve watched him grow into an exceptional person."


    Lucas had always known that Coach Yamamoto had a long career, but he hadn''t imagined that he had helped train older people like Takashi Otsuka.


    "And what do you do now, Mr. Otsuka?" Lucas asked.


    Otsuka picked up the pot of tea on the table and started pouring it into a cup for Lucas.


    "Well, I''ve been working in soccer for over 20 years. My history with soccer began here, at Wushia High School, playing on the same pitch where you train today. Of course, it''s not literally the same, it''s been modernized. Anyway, after finishing school, I went to High School, but my heart was always in soccer.


    Soon after graduating, I got an opportunity to work abroad, and it was there that my career really began to take shape. I''ve managed a few teams during my career, and I''ve had several offers to work as a manager in J-League teams."


    "Ow...."


    "Between you and me, Tanaka and Mr. Yamamoto, I''ve never really liked bureaucracy. I love pure soccer, on the pitch, seeing the development of players, tactics, moves, the growth of teams. I''m not a big fan of the commercial side of it." Continue your adventure with empire


    "Is that why you didn''t accept the positions?" Lucas asked.


    "Yes, exactly. I prefer to travel, to see soccer being played around the world, to understand the different cultures, how the sport connects with people in different countries. I can''t imagine being stuck in an office, dealing with contracts and paperwork."


    Lucas couldn''t hide his admiration, because it showed on his face as he listened to Ostuka speak.


    "If you prefer to travel, then what made you come to Wushia High School?" Lucas asked. "Business in Japan?"


    Otsuka laughed, as if he had expected this question. "I was back in town to visit my family. It had been a few years since I was last here. Just listen. I was walking down the street when I overheard two men talking about how well the Wushia High School soccer club was doing in a school championship in Nagoya. It was a surprise, to be honest.


    I didn''t know that Wushia High School still had such a strong team. I was curious, so I decided to investigate further. I watched your entire match against Gekokujou High School, and that''s when you, Lucas, caught my eye."


    Lucas was speechless for a moment. He didn''t know what to say. Why would someone so experienced in the world of soccer, someone who had already worked abroad, be interested in him?


    Otsuka seemed to notice the confusion on Lucas''s face. "What charmed me about you wasn''t just your technical talent, although you have plenty of that. It was your ability to adapt, the way you read the game and adjust to situations, the way you work hard and give your all. You don''t just play soccer - you think about soccer. And that, at the level you''re at, is rare to find."


    Lucas felt his face blush slightly at the compliment.


    "After that, I decided to look for more of your games. I watched some recordings of previous matches and was impressed by your progress. Maybe I''m being hasty, but you''re the kind of player that hardly exists in Japan."


    "I... don''t know what to say." Lucas finally admitted, with a slightly nervous smile. "It''s an honor, Mr. Otsuka. I''ve always strived to improve, but to hear this from someone with your experience in soccer is something that really leaves me speechless."


    "Otsukada still hasn''t mentioned the most important part of the conversation," said Mr. Yamamoto.


    Lucas looked between the two men, confused. "The most important part?"


    Takashi Otsuka gave a reassuring smile, passed Lucas his tea and leaned his elbows on the table. "Lucas, I''m not a scout for any Japanese club, nor am I a manager of a J-League team or any other team. Although those people could probably start contacting you in the coming days and months, especially after your performance in the league. My role in soccer is a little different.


    I''m an assistant coach for a Premier League team in England."


    Lucas blinked, completely surprised. Premier League? The most watched league in the world, where some of soccer''s biggest stars played. He didn''t know if he could even imagine the scale of it.


    "Yes, I''m an assistant coach at Brighton FC. The season ended two weeks ago and I decided to rest for a few days here in my hometown." sea??h th§× n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Brighton FC wasn''t just any team. Although not one of the globally renowned giants like Manchester United or Liverpool, Brighton played and competed in one of the most competitive leagues in the world.


    Lucas looked at Yamamoto, seeking some confirmation that this was real and not a joke.


    The coach, noticing the boy''s state of shock, laughed lightly. "There''s more."


    "More?" asked Lucas.


    "As I mentioned, I came to Japan to rest, but I can never completely disconnect from soccer. After watching your matches and following your progress, I got an idea in my head. I spoke to some colleagues at Brighton, and they told me that the club is about to hold a series of try-outs to collect potential talent to help the youth teams."


    Lucas blinked, trying to take in every word.


    "The screening will be held next week at the club''s properties in England. It''s an open competition, where any player can sign up if they pay the fee, but they said that several players with potential will be invited. They asked if I had anything in mind and you came to mind, not just because you''re talented, but because I see something unique in you.


    I''m not going to lie to you, Lucas, it''s a long road. Even if you stood out in the sift and got into the youth team, you''d start in the youth team, playing in a lower division in England and..."


    In the middle of Otsukada''s explanation, the words started to become distant to Lucas because it was much more absurd than he had expected for his life at that moment, after a defeat.


    "But I''m still... I''m still in high school." Lucas stammered.


    "Don''t worry, if you pass the sift, you''ll have the chance to move to England. There, the club offers a school for developing athletes. You''ll continue your studies, but with a routine that allows for professional training and games. Brighton also has a special program for young foreigners that includes personal and psychological support and even financial support.


    It''s not just an opportunity to play soccer, Lucas. It''s a chance to change your life."


    A school for athletes? To join the youth ranks of a Premier League club? He thought about his current life - at Wushia High School, the daily training sessions, the matches, the friends he had made, his family. The thought of leaving it all behind was daunting, but at the same time, how could he turn down a chance like this?


    "Of course, this is something you need to discuss with your parents, with your family. But I agree with Otsuka - opportunities like this don''t come along every day." Mr. Yamamoto said. "Think carefully, because it''s not a guarantee either and as well as paying for the ticket, you''ll need to stay for at least three days there for the screening.


    Your parents would need to spend between 150,000 and 300,000 yen. Of course, this cost would be paid right from your first salary as a youth player."

 Chapter 64 63 - English

    Mr. Yamamoto cleared his throat, catching Lucas''s eye. "I know it''s a lot to process right now, kid. You don''t have to make a decision right away."Lucas nodded slightly, signaling that he understood, but his mind was still far away. He rose from his chair almost automatically, bowing respectfully to the coach and Otsuka before saying goodbye and leaving the office.


    The heat of the summer sun hit him as soon as he left the school building, but strangely it didn''t seem to bother him. His thoughts were so charged that he barely noticed his surroundings.


    As he walked through the streets towards the house where he lived with his family, Lucas tried to organize the words in his head. He needed to tell John and Ayumi what had just happened, but how could he explain something so... big? He had always imagined that he would follow the normal path: be spotted by a scout, join a youth team and work his way up.


    He never imagined living abroad so young, let alone training at an elite club in England.


    When he finally got home, the low sound of the television came from the living room and the washing machine in the laundry room was running. This simple house... he had felt relieved to come back to this place after ''dying'', and he didn''t know how to feel about it now.


    John was sitting on the sofa. It was his day off because he''d asked for it because he''d thought he''d go to Nagoya to watch Lucas play in the semi-finals. Well, the plans didn''t turn out as they had imagined. John was concentrating on a sports program while Ayumi was bustling around in the laundry room.


    "Hi, Lucas! How was practice today?" Ayumi asked excitedly when she saw Lucas in the hallway. "Did you go to the park?"


    Lucas took a deep breath and let it out slowly before answering. "Training was... good. But I had to go to school."


    Ayumi frowned. "On a Saturday? What happened? Did you forget something on the bus?"


    "Actually, Mr. Yamamoto wanted to talk to me and it''s something important I need to talk to you about."


    John looked over his shoulder at his son, puzzled. "Important, huh? Come and sit here, then." He patted the sofa lightly, inviting Lucas to join him.


    Lucas walked over to the sofa and sat down. His hands were restless and intertwined.


    Ayumi, sitting down too, looked at Lucas'' hands and realized that the matter was quite serious. Experience more on empire


    "So, what is it, son?" John asked as he turned off the television.


    Lucas began to speak slowly, choosing his words carefully: "Mr. Yamamoto sent me a message, telling me to come to school because he was going to introduce me to someone important. I went and he introduced me to a man called Takashi Otsuka..."


    "Takashi Otsuka?" John''s eyes widened.


    Lucas was surprised too. "Do you know him, Dad?"


    "Of course I do! What sports fan in this town doesn''t know Takashi Otsuka? A few years ago, he was simply one of the most coveted men to become a coach in the J-League. Everyone wanted him!


    "Khum!" Ayumi cleared her throat, drawing John''s attention back to what really mattered.


    "Ah, yes. Son, please continue." John said.


    "Well... Otsuka said he works as an assistant coach at Brighton, a Premier League club in England. They''re holding a try-out next week, and he''s nominated me to take part."


    The television room fell silent. John and Ayumi exchanged glances, clearly shocked, astonished and frightened. It was much more than either of them had expected to hear that morning when the cicadas in the garden were making so much noise.


    "A sieve... in England?" Ayumi repeated, as if trying to absorb the information.


    "Yes, an open competition in Brighton. They''ll be looking at talent for the youth team for next season. But... it''s not guaranteed that I''ll get through. And there are other costs involved."


    "Lucas, do you realize what that means? Brighton! The Premier League! That''s the dream of any footballer your age."


    "But, according to Otsuka, the trip, the stay, all of that, could cost between 150,000 and 300,000 yen."


    "300,000 yen... that''s a lot of money, Lucas." Lucas said with a tone as if he''d been stabbed. "And you''re still in high school..."


    His voice wasn''t one of reproach, but of concern. He was clearly pondering the challenges of sending their eldest son to another country at such a young age.


    "I know. I know it seems a lot and there''s still the question of college. But... if I passed the screening, Otsuka-san said that the club would take care of it. I could continue my studies there, at a special school for athletes, and I''d even have a salary." He paused. He paused.


    "It''s a unique opportunity. But at the same time, I know it''s not easy or guaranteed. And the cost... I don''t know if we can afford it."


    John looked at Ayumi, who was standing next to him, and asked: sea??h th§× n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "What do you think, honey?"


    Although Ayumi''s expression was more restrained, more measured, she smiled: "You''ve always worked so hard, Lucas. If this is something you want, I don''t see why you shouldn''t try. But... do you really think you''re ready for it? You''ll be far away, practically on the other side of the world, and you''ll be living alone."


    Living alone would be nothing new for Lucas, because he was already an adult. The only problem would be living in another country with a completely different culture.


    "And there''s the language issue too." Ayumi said.


    "Oh, about that... I can speak English."


    Ayumi and John looked at each other again, surprised and stunned by the unexpected revelation.


    John, who had spent most of his life speaking English at home thinking no one understood him, shifted uncomfortably on the sofa.


    "Can you speak English?" John repeated a little louder than usual.


    Lucas smiled a little. It wasn''t exactly one of triumph, but one of restrained satisfaction, like someone finally revealing a well-kept secret.


    "Yes, I''ve been training for a few years... in secret."


    In fact, Lucas had had to learn English in his past life to try to stand out in the design office.


    "Hidden?" Ayumi arched her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"


    "What do you mean you trained in hiding? And why didn''t you ever tell us?"


    Lucas scratched the back of his head. "Well, it''s just... I always wanted it to be a surprise for you, Dad. You''ve always said that English is the most important language, that it could open doors all over the world. And, to be honest, I knew that, at some point, I could go on a trip or maybe live abroad.


    So I thought: what better way to show you that than by speaking fluently when you least expect it?"


    John blinked several times, as if trying to remember all the times Lucas could have disguised his attempts to learn the language without him noticing. "So... all this time... you were preparing for this? On your own?"


    "Yes. I listened to podcasts, watched series, practiced with language apps and sometimes even spoke alone in my room or when you weren''t around. I... wanted to make you proud."


    Of all the lies Lucas has ever told his parents, this was probably the most comfortable because, in parts, it was true. He really did do all this, only years later and in another life.


    A proud smile began to appear on John''s face. "I''m impressed, son. I really am. I had no idea you were dedicating yourself to this. But... that doesn''t change the fact that the decision you''re about to make isn''t just about the language."


    Ayumi agreed. "The language is an important part, Lucas, of course, but as your father said, there are so many other things involved. Living alone in a foreign country... it''s a huge challenge. And even if you can speak English, cultural adaptation can be much harder than it seems. The things you love here, the people you live with...


    Everything will change. It will be very difficult at first. And we''re not saying this to discourage you, but to give you an idea."


    In fact, life in Japan was always comfortable. It was a safe country, with good food, family and plenty of opportunities. On the other hand, playing soccer for a Premier League club seemed like an opportunity he''d never get otherwise.


    "I know. I know it''s going to be hard. I also know you''re worried... rightly so. But... I feel like I have to try."


    "Then let''s do it." John said.


    "Shall we?" Lucas and Ayumi asked at the same time.


    "Of course I''m going with you! You''re underage, you can''t go to another country on your own and think everything''s going to be fine."


    "But what about the costs..."


    "Don''t worry about that. A year ago, Ayumi and I started saving up to help you or Hana with some of your goals. Whether it was living alone or going to college. Well, since we started this not so long ago, we don''t have much, but I think I''m over 700,000 in savings."


    "700,000?!"


    "In yen!"


    "That''s still a lot of money!"


    In fact, it was only a lot to them who didn''t have much opportunity to save money. That amount was worth just over 6 thousand dollars.

 Chapter 65 64 - Heathrow Airport

    As the plane cut through the dense clouds over the vast expanse of land, Lucas looked out of the small oval window next to him. The landscape below was engulfed in a thick fog, and only the constant hum of the engines could be heard from anywhere in the plane.Next to Lucas, John was leafing through a magazine about tourist destinations in England, although his eyes didn''t seem focused on the colorful images of countryside and historic cities. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.


    Lucas closed his eyes for a moment and felt the comfort of the Business Class seat. Thanks to Mr. Otsuka''s contacts, Lucas and John had managed to get good and relatively cheap tickets considering how urgently they needed to buy them.


    Suddenly, John closed the magazine he was holding and asked:


    "So, Lucas... have you told Nishida yet?"


    Lucas, who had almost fallen asleep, opened his eyes abruptly.


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    "Well, he''s your best friend, isn''t he? I thought you were going to tell him about the sieve."


    Lucas scratched the back of his head. "Oh... about that..." He sighed. He sighed. "I... haven''t said anything yet."


    John raised his eyebrows, turning his body slightly towards his son with a look of restrained surprise.


    "What do you mean you haven''t said anything? You''re going to another country, Lucas. Don''t you think he should know?"


    Lucas avoided eye contact with his father''s direct gaze. He knew he couldn''t avoid the conversation, but that didn''t make it any easier.


    "I know, I know... It''s just that I didn''t want to say anything because... I''m still not sure how it''s all going to happen, you know? I mean, I don''t even know if I''m going to pass the tests. And the club''s training doesn''t start until next week. I thought I''d wait and see how things turn out before telling everyone.


    It might not work out here, right? Besides, I thought he might get a bit annoyed... After all, Mr. Otsuka only recommended one of us."


    John let out a long sigh, but his tone remained calm.


    "I understand, son. But regardless of how this ends, you must be honest with the people around you. Especially Nishida, who has been your teammate for so long. He''ll notice your absence, and if he doesn''t know why, it could lead to misunderstandings."


    Lucas knew his father was right. Nishida, as well as being a teammate, was a friend, someone with whom he shared the tensions and joys of soccer. Leaving him in the dark seemed wrong, but at the same time, Lucas was still dealing with his own uncertainties. What if he failed the tests? What if this opportunity was just an illusion?


    The silence between them persisted as the plane continued its journey, now flying over vast territories.


    "But you know what you''re doing, son... However, if you pass, you won''t be able to avoid a conversation."


    "I know, I know..."


    After a few hours of flying, the dim cabin lights dimmed even more, signaling that night time had arrived. Most of the passengers were already asleep. Lucas, however, couldn''t sleep a wink. He stared at the dark sky outside, where stars barely stood out against the clouds.


    Lucas''s mind wandered to different imaginary scenarios and topics. Although he knew this trip was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he still couldn''t help the twinge of fear he felt when he thought about the future.


    John noticed Lucas'' pensive state and, with a gentle smile, reached out to pat his son''s shoulder.


    "It''s going to be okay, Lucas. You''re ready. Maybe not the way you think, but you are. Try to get some sleep, because your body needs rest."


    Lucas looked at his father and smiled.


    "Right, Dad..."


    When they finally landed at Heathrow Airport, the soft impact of the wheels against the ground woke Lucas up.


    The pilot announced their arrival in London, and the passengers began to move, picking up their belongings and preparing to disembark.


    As soon as they got off the plane and walked through the terminal, the difference between Japan and England began to make itself felt. The air was different, a little more humid and charged with a chill that cut gently even during the summer. The voices around them spoke in English, at a pace that, although understandable, seemed faster than Lucas was used to.


    John looked at his son with an encouraging smile.


    "Welcome to London, Lucas."


    Everything seemed different. From the architecture to the smell of the air. The first thing that hit him was the culture shock, something he had underestimated while still on Japanese soil. The signs, the notices, the conversations between the people around him - everything was in English. The accents, in particular, caught his attention.


    Some passengers and airport staff spoke with the typical British accent, something he had always associated with movies and series, but which now, there, in person, sounded much more intense.


    As they walked towards passport control, Lucas widened his eyes like a child with each new discovery.


    "It''s subtly different, isn''t it?" John commented.


    "Subtly? It''s very different." Lucas replied.


    The immigration officer greeted them with a neutral expression, asking the usual questions: the reason for the trip, the length of stay and, finally, he stamped their passports with a quick gesture.


    "Welcome to England," he said.


    As they passed through the automatic doors and out into the public area of the airport, the chill of London that morning welcomed them with an icy hug. S~ea??h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    John held up the collar of his jacket, trying to shield himself from the wind, as he looked around for the cab that would take them to their hotel.


    "Now we just need to find a cab to take us quickly to London Victoria Station," he said, rubbing his hands together to warm up.


    "Taxi? But wouldn''t it be quicker to go by train?" Lucas asked.


    "Yes, but what fun would that be? Trains are for local people to move faster, not for us tourists. We have to take the opportunity to see places we''ve never seen before, don''t you think?"


    "I..."


    "Hey, Taxi!"


    The sharp sound of tires sliding on asphalt echoed as the cab pulled up in front of them. It was one of London''s iconic black cabs, with its robust design and old-fashioned charm. The driver, a middle-aged man with a thick moustache and a tired look, lowered the window and leaned out slightly.


    "Where are you going?" He asked in a heavy but friendly accent.


    John was the first to approach, opening the door and signaling to Lucas. "London Victoria Station, please."


    "Oh! A long journey. I''m happy to take you."


    The interior of the cab smelled faintly of aged leather mixed with the discreet perfume of the driver.


    Minutes later, Lucas was admiring the city. The narrow, winding streets, flanked by red brick buildings, made the scenery very different from any city he knew in Japan. For him, everything was both new and fascinating.


    "Well, now we''re officially in London. And you''ll see that the city has a lot more to offer than just soccer."


    The cab drove through streets that were still not very busy, passing through neighborhoods that blended the old and the modern in a unique way. Lucas observed the closed store windows, the historic fa?ades, the caf¨¦s with outdoor tables covered by awnings, and the pedestrians hurrying along, perhaps on their way to work.


    At every corner, he was surprised by something new - the signs, the architecture.


    "Have you been here before, Dad?" Lucas asked.


    "Once, many years ago." John replied, smiling with a hint of nostalgia. "Before you were born, on a business trip."


    The cab driver, who had remained silent until then, looked in the rearview mirror and, with a discreet smile, commented:


    "Where are you coming from, if I may ask?" It was a small gesture, but it instantly made me feel more at ease during the long cab ride.


    "From Japan." John replied quickly. "We''ve come to try out for a soccer club here."


    The driver let out an admiring whistle. "Japan, eh? What a long journey. And soccer, you say? So, you''re fans of our good old sport, are you?"


    Lucas decided to get involved in the conversation and show his father some of his English.


    "Yes, I play soccer in Japan. I''m going to try out for a club here in England."


    The driver arched his eyebrows. "Ah, so you''re one of those talented kids! If you''re coming all this way for a trial, you must be good, right?"


    Lucas gave a shy smile. "Well, I''ll try. But I still don''t know if I''ll pass the test."


    "Oh, don''t worry." the driver replied with an encouraging tone. "If you''re here, you''re already on the right track. London has a lot of good clubs and it also has a tradition of welcoming international talent. You''ll do well, I''m sure. I''ll pray for you, after all, I always want my passengers to do well."

 Chapter 66 65 - Chloe

    When the cab stopped at the train station, Lucas and John got out with their bags. The London morning was cold and damp, with a fine drizzle gently spraying their faces as they walked into the station. The air smelled of wet concrete and stale coffee, mixed with cigarette smoke coming from a nearby area.The station was full of hurried travelers, the sound of footsteps echoing on the platforms, voices conversing in different languages, and the illuminated signs announcing the next train departures.


    John checked his tickets while Lucas observed the movement around him. He had always liked trains and, for a moment, he forgot the anxiety of the test, allowing himself to feel the excitement of being somewhere so different and far from home. The train to Brighton was already standing on the platform, with its elegant carriages, and they quickly boarded, finding seats next to the window.


    The carriage was comfortable and warm, a pleasant contrast to the cold air outside. Lucas looked out of the window as the train departed, watching London pull away. The rhythm of the train, smooth and steady, brought a sense of temporary calm.


    "Are you ready for tomorrow?" John asked, adjusting his seat.


    Lucas shrugged, trying to look casual. "I think so. I''m nervous, but I guess that''s normal, right?"


    "Absolutely. Nervousness is normal. It means you care."


    Time passed quickly and, before he knew it, the train was slowing down, announcing its arrival in Brighton. Lucas straightened up in his seat, looking out of the window as the city''s station approached. Compared to London, Brighton seemed quieter, although the traffic around the station was intense.


    Travelers were rushing out, many with umbrellas, trying to protect themselves from the drizzle that still persisted.


    "This is it." John said, getting up to get his suitcase from the compartment above the seats. S§×arch* The n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas did the same, throwing the strap of his backpack over his shoulder as he felt the cold outside invade the carriage as soon as the doors opened.


    Brighton was everything John had described and more. The streets were narrow and charming, full of old buildings and independent stores that gave the city a welcoming air. Lucas watched with interest as they took a cab to the hotel in the center, people walking around, shop windows full of local products. It was a smaller city, but it had a charm that he couldn''t ignore.


    The hotel where they would be staying was comfortable and discreet, a building with a simple but elegant fa?ade. Upon entering, Lucas was greeted by a welcoming atmosphere, with dark wood furniture and the scent of lavender coming from an air freshener on the counter. After checking in, they were led to their room, which had two separate beds, as John had requested.


    Lucas threw his suitcase in the corner and immediately threw himself on the bed. The mattress sank slightly under his weight, and he closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the tension in his muscles begin to ease. Traveling was also very tiring. Still, he knew he had something important to do.


    "I''m going to the hotel gym. I need to get in shape." He said, sitting down again.


    John laughed lightly. "You''re right... Well, good luck. I''m going to take a break."


    Lucas left the room and went downstairs to the hotel''s small gym. It wasn''t big, but it had enough for a quick workout. He spent the next thirty minutes exercising, feeling the sweat trickle down his skin as he tried to keep his mind focused.


    After his workout, the system notified him that he had completed the daily mission, and Lucas smiled as he opened the loot-boxes he had received from that day''s workout and the previous two days. However, his smile quickly disappeared as each box opened and brought nothing useful: just ordinary items that wouldn''t make much difference the next day, but could be useful later.


    "More of the same..." he muttered, returning to his room.


    After that, Lucas spent the rest of the day resting from the trip. The next morning, Lucas woke up early. The sky was bluer and the day sunnier. He stretched slowly, feeling the tension in his muscles relax as thoughts of the day''s test dominated his mind. After all, he was in Brighton, about to take part in a screening that could change his life.


    After a quick shower, Lucas put on comfortable clothes for the day and went downstairs to the hotel''s small restaurant. John was still asleep, snoring lightly in the bed next to him, which gave him the feeling of being on a solitary journey. It was good. He needed this moment to himself.


    In the restaurant, the smell of fresh coffee and freshly baked bread mixed with the air, creating a cozy atmosphere. He took a cup of coffee and a croissant and sat down at a table near the window. His mind was already wandering to what lay ahead, while his eyes roamed the damp, deserted streets of the city.


    With breakfast over and nerves building up in his chest, Lucas decided it was time to go. He picked up his cell phone, sent a message to his father telling him he was going for the test, activated the GPS and entered the address of Brighton''s training center. He preferred to walk to warm up his muscles, and it wasn''t far.


    The city streets were still quiet, the few pedestrians walking hurriedly, trying to shelter from the drizzle.


    Lucas walked absent-mindedly, following his GPS, but the CT was in a remote part of the city, surrounded by forest, so halfway there, the GPS signal started to get really bad. Lucas was so focused that he didn''t even notice a figure in front of him until it was too late.


    "Hey, watch where you''re going!" A sharp, angry voice took him by surprise, followed by a slight impact.


    Lucas felt his body slam into someone, his hands automatically grabbing the shoulders of the person in front of him to stop them both from falling. When he looked up, he saw a girl of medium height, blonde, with a long ponytail. She was wearing a school uniform, consisting of a navy blue checkered skirt and a white shirt with the emblem of some local institute.


    Her face was frowning in an expression of annoyance.


    "Sorry." said Lucas quickly, letting go of her shoulders and taking a step back. "I was distracted..."


    She narrowed her eyes, clearly irritated, but something in her expression softened slightly at the sight of him. Perhaps she noticed the slight foreign accent in his voice, or perhaps she realized that he really was lost.


    "You don''t look like you''re from around here," the girl commented, still with the tone of someone who wasn''t willing to be friendly, but curious enough to continue the conversation. "Are you looking for something?"


    Lucas scratched the back of his head awkwardly and took a quick look at the GPS before turning back to her.


    "Actually, yes. I''m trying to find Brighton''s training center. I have a test there today, but I''m not very familiar with the city."


    Her eyes widened slightly, and for a brief moment, the annoyance disappeared, replaced by genuine surprise. She examined him for a second, perhaps reconsidering her first impression.


    "A test? At Brighton CT?" She tilted her head slightly, her ponytail swaying. "Really?"


    Lucas nodded, a shy smile forming on his lips. He could see that her attitude was changing, even if it was almost imperceptibly.


    "Really." He gave a half-smile. "I don''t look like I''m from around here, do I?"


    She huffed, crossing her arms and looking away for a moment, as if she was internally debating what to do. Finally, she sighed and pointed ahead.


    "The training center is just a few blocks from here. Coincidentally, it''s practically next door to my school. I''ll show you the way."


    Lucas smiled in thanks, relieved that he wouldn''t have to get even more lost in the city. He followed her in silence, trying to keep pace with her steps while observing his surroundings. Brighton, with its maritime air, seemed to have a rustic and welcoming charm.


    The girl, although not exactly friendly, was an efficient guide. It didn''t take long for them to pass along a path until they finally reached a more open area. There, Brighton''s training center stood out with its modern design and spacious facilities, which contrasted with the simplicity of the surroundings. Read new chapters at empire


    "Here we are," she said, stopping in front of the main entrance. "Good luck with the test."


    Lucas looked at her with a slight smile, surprised that she had been so helpful after all.


    "Thanks... Oh, and sorry again for bumping into you."


    She shrugged, still keeping a certain emotional distance.


    "It was nothing. Just pay more attention next time."


    Lucas laughed lightly, sensing that, despite her harsh behavior, she wasn''t as unapproachable as she seemed.


    "That''s fine. And thanks for bringing me here. What''s your name, by the way?"


    She hesitated for a second, but answered with an air of indifference.


    "Chloe."


    "Thanks, Chloe. I owe you." He said with a nod and started walking towards the CT entrance.

 Chapter 67 66 - Brighton

    The distant sound of the wind passing through the trees was all Lucas Tanaka could hear as he admired the imposing Brighton CT just in front of him.The place was packed, with a large flow of people at the entrance. Youngsters with soccer bags slung over their shoulders and even a few anxious parents who seemed more nervous than their own children.


    It took Lucas a few steps before his nervousness was replaced by excitement once and for all. As he crossed the gates, Lucas was immediately struck by the magnitude of the crowd. Groups of young people crowded into the many fields, some wearing uniforms, others still in casual clothes.


    ''Everyone in this place has a common goal: to be noticed. Lucas thought.


    Still a little lost, Lucas tried to figure out where he should go. He looked around, but there were no clear signs indicating where he should go to register or confirm his invitation. It was then that he spotted a huge queue stretching along a side corridor. It snaked around one side of the building, with young people chatting and fiddling with their cell phones as they waited.


    ''That must be it.'' thought Lucas.


    Without wasting any time, he joined the queue. He glanced at his watch: there was just over an hour until the start of the selection, and the place was only getting fuller. The sound of voices grew louder as more young people crowded around the CT, like an anthill in full swing.


    ''I thought there would only be a few players invited. At least that''s what Otsuka made me understand...''


    After a few minutes, the queue slowly moved forward, and he found himself next to a pile of tables with several sign-up sheets stacked on them. Behind one of the desks, sitting on a chair with wheels, was a girl who definitely stood out from the other employees.


    Her hair was dyed bright pink, tied in two buns on top of her head, and she wore a T-shirt with the logo of Brighton Hove Albion Football Club, the city''s team. The contrast between her hair and the blue sports uniform was striking, and her face, although young, bore the bored expression of someone who wasn''t enjoying doing it very much.


    "Next!" she said, without even lifting her eyes from the tablet in her hand.


    Lucas stepped forward. "Hi. I... I''m here for the test. I think I need to sign up?" He spoke in English.


    The pink-haired girl finally looked up at him, her extremely green eyes quickly assessing him. She typed something into her tablet and raised an eyebrow.


    "Name?" she asked bluntly.


    "Lucas Tanaka."


    She typed a few more things and, for a moment, seemed to concentrate on the screen. "Age?"


    "Sixteen."


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    "Any position in the Attack."


    "Versatile striker..." She said as she wrote down exactly what she''d said on her tablet. "You don''t look like you''re from here. Were you invited by a Brighton FC official to this screening?"


    "Yes, by Mr. Otsuka. I''m from Japan."


    The girl looked surprised, although she hid it well. She typed something into the tablet, then slid a piece of paper towards Lucas. "Sign this. It''s a disclaimer. If you get hurt, you can''t complain."


    He took the pen and signed quickly. When she had finished, she handed him a badge with his name and a number printed on it.


    "Keep the badge with you while you''re not on the pitch and, after changing in one of the changing rooms, put the number on your chest. Both will be used for identification. You''re in group E and you''ll be called up when the trials start," she said, pointing to a field on the right.


    "Thanks," said Lucas, as he took the badge and hung it around his neck. He was about to turn and follow, when the girl added in a less formal tone.


    "Good luck there. They don''t take it easy on foreigners."


    Soon, the pink-haired girl was already calling out to the next in line, her voice sounding distant as he crossed the gravel path towards the CT fields.


    Brighton''s training center was huge, and Lucas felt that every step was taking him closer to what could be the defining moment of his life. In Japan, his name had already begun to gain prominence in school competitions, but this was another level. This was England, the home of modern soccer, and there, in that very place, he was surrounded by young people with the same dream.


    If he couldn''t win a place, he hoped he could at least copy someone''s skill.


    When he reached the changing room, Lucas pushed open the heavy steel door. Inside, the atmosphere was simple, with wooden benches lined up against the walls and metal hangers where the players hung their clothes. Gray lockers occupied one of the corners, where some of the youngsters were already storing their belongings.


    Lucas found an empty space on one of the benches and began to change. He removed his shirt and, as he did so, he heard whispers and sighs around him. At first, he thought it was just the natural nervousness of the other boys, but when he looked around, he saw that some of them were staring at him with expressions of surprise.


    "Dude, are you a professional athlete?" One of the boys, who was wearing a normal sports shirt, asked, his eyes wide.


    Lucas looked at him, a little confused, until he realized that the question wasn''t completely out of place. He realized that, over the last two weeks, his muscles had changed a lot. His abdomen was sculpted into firm chunks, his arms were more defined, and his shoulders were broad and well-marked.


    He had never consciously noticed this - training with the system had become so much a part of his routine that the changes were happening almost imperceptibly to him.


    "N-no... I guess I just trained a lot." Lucas replied, still surprised by the question.


    "I know. Well, let''s hope I''m as lucky one day." The boy said.


    Another boy approached, apparently curious. "Where did you train? You look like you came from a youth team."


    Lucas shook his head. "Japan. I played for a school team."


    "Wow, you''re from Japan? I thought there were only Europeans here..." The boy smiled, clearly impressed. "You speak English very well."


    "Thanks. I practiced a lot." Lucas smiled back, trying to keep the conversation light, despite the unwanted attention. ''How sociable people are around here...''


    Lucas concentrated on finishing putting on the uniform Brighton had provided. He put on the new boots his parents had given him before the tournament and felt confident. Finally, he looked at the clock hanging on the wall. There was still a long time before the tests started, but he wanted to move quickly and find a ball to warm up in a corner.


    When Lucas came out of the changing room, he was greeted by a breath of cold, wet wind that made him shiver for a second. He looked around, the training pitches stretched vast ahead, each bounded by low fences and lampposts.


    Lucas still had some time before the tests began, but he wanted to warm up, loosen up his body and mind. He needed to be in top physical and mental shape. He walked towards the pitches, looking for a ball, something he could kick to start his warm-up. However, as his eyes roamed the grounds, he found no ball available.


    ''No problem. I can warm up without a ball.''


    He moved a little away from the main flow of people, looking for a quieter space near one of the CT''s walls. There, he began to stretch his legs, first holding his right ankle and then bending his leg backwards, keeping his balance on one foot. Opening his eyes, Lucas began to make more dynamic movements, running in place for a few seconds.


    Then he began to do small jumps, raising his knees to his chest, alternating his legs, and then doing a few twists with his arms to loosen up his joints.


    As he warmed up, his ears picked up the growing sound of voices. The commotion in the CT was growing, and a crowd began to form near one of the fields.


    Lucas looked in the direction of the movement. Young people were gathering around the main field, where a small platform had been set up. In the center of it, a man in a dark blue sports suit, who looked to be in his thirties, was climbing the steps with a clipboard in one hand and a megaphone in the other.


    As he stepped onto the makeshift stage, he looked at the crowd for a moment before raising the loudspeaker.


    "All hands, please! In a few minutes, we''ll start the call for the physical tests. Each group will be directed to a specific field, where instructors and examiners will be accompanying you. You have already been separated into groups, as you know, and each group will be called in order to line up and begin the exercises."


    The man continued speaking, listing the activities the players would face during the test.


    "First, we''ll do a fitness assessment: running, endurance, flexibility. Then we''ll move on to ball tests: control, dribbling and finishing. Finally, we''ll have a series of short games where you can demonstrate your skills in real game situations. However, each of these stages will be eliminatory."


    At that moment, a buzz began to spread through the crowd of participants. Many of them questioned whether a fitness test could be eliminatory even before the ball tests.


    "To those of you who are questioning our examination, you can take your things and leave if you like. You''re all here because you wanted to be professional footballers, right? So an exemplary physique is the minimum."


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 Chapter 68 67 - Physical Test

    Just as the man on stage had said, the groups began to be called after a few minutes. A monitor in a fluorescent vest appeared, checking a list in his hands."Everyone from Group E, come with me!" the monitor called out.


    As part of this group, Lucas followed him. The rest of the group approached, and he soon identified some other contestants.


    Next to him stood a tall young man, around 1.85m, with wavy brown hair and an athletic build. He looked about 19, maybe older. The boy glanced at Lucas, and a small, sideways smile appeared on his face before he quickly looked away.


    "My name is Daniel. I play as a defender. What about you?" he said casually.


    "Lucas. Striker," replied Lucas, who stood around 1.75m. S~ea??h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas knew this kind of interaction could be as much a friendly gesture as a subtle attempt to gauge the competition.


    Another player joined the group ¡ª a muscular blond young man, about 17 years old and roughly 5''10 (1.78 m). He began to roll his shoulders, as if accustomed to lengthy fitness sessions. His blue eyes scanned the field in a relaxed manner as he adjusted the collar of his shirt.


    "What are you looking at?" the boy shouted.


    "N-nothing. I was just curious about your position," Lucas stammered.


    "Left winger."


    Lucas thought of saying, ''Tall like that?'' But refrained.


    More boys joined them, and then the monitor began to instruct the first stage of the test.


    "You will run in intervals of five athletes at a time. The race will be 100 meters, and the time will be recorded. Who wants to start?"


    Lucas didn''t raise his right hand to volunteer as one of the firsts. He wanted to avoid the pressure of being watched by everyone, but he also didn''t want to be last, so he aimed to go second.


    Soon, the first five competitors were ready at the starting line, their legs crouched, preparing themselves like sprinters. Lucas watched intently as the signal was given, and they shot across the field. The sound of their feet hitting the grass and their panting breaths filled the air as they ran, their bodies leaning forward in search of every possible second to move ahead.


    Lucas mentally mapped out the competitors, trying to gauge his own chances. Of course, before he focused on the people in other groups, he had to worry about those on his own.


    The first five finished the race quickly, each breathing heavily, their faces flushed from the effort. The monitor wrote down the times without reacting, maintaining an impassive expression.


    Daniel, the defender next to Lucas, watched with his arms crossed, looking indifferent, but his eyes remained on everyone.


    "Next group!"


    It was Lucas''s turn now. He positioned himself on the starting line next to four other boys. One of them, with short blond hair, caught his eye. It wasn''t the same boy as before, but there seemed to be a lot of blondes here.


    "Ready?" asked the monitor.


    Lucas took a deep breath, feeling the tension in his shoulders as he lowered himself into the starting position. His focus narrowed to a straight line in front of him and the burst of strength he would need.


    The whistle blew. Lucas threw his body forward with all the strength he had. His feet dug into the grass with each step, and he felt himself moving faster than ever before. The field blurred around him, and although he knew he wasn''t the tallest or strongest there, the lightness of his body helped him glide along the ground.


    The wind whipped against his face, mixing with the adrenaline coursing through his veins.


    When Lucas crossed the finish line, his breathing was rapid, but controlled. He glanced over and saw that the blond boy, named Raphael, had finished just behind him. Lucas had come in first. However, the others weren''t far behind.


    "Good time," Raphael said, raising his eyebrows as he took a deep breath. Surprisingly, his tone conveyed recognition rather than arrogance. "You run fast."


    "Thanks," Lucas replied, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.


    The monitor consulted his clipboard, checking the times with his usual impassive expression.


    Daniel, the defender with whom Lucas had exchanged a few words earlier, was now ready for his turn. He stretched again, the muscles in his arm visibly tightening under his tanned skin. Daniel appeared calm, even casual, but Lucas sensed the competitiveness beneath the surface. The boy had the physique of a defender who knew how to use his body on the pitch.


    After the others finished, it was time for the next test.


    "Let''s begin the endurance test. Three complete laps around the pitch. Anyone who steps out of line loses points. You''ll be monitored the whole way."


    Three laps were nothing out of the ordinary, but Lucas knew that accumulated wear and tear would be an important factor. The test wasn''t just about speed; it was about who could maintain the pace and endurance under pressure.


    "Everyone ready? Start!" the monitor shouted, and the first movements echoed across the field.


    Lucas began at a controlled pace. He didn''t want to exhaust his energy in the first few laps. He watched Daniel ahead, who had a strong, determined stride, maintaining a steady speed. Next to him, Raphael ran with a lightness that belied his size, his eyes fixed ahead with determination.


    In the first third of the race, the groups began to distance themselves. Some of the more impetuous runners were already increasing their speed, while others, like Lucas, maintained a steady pace, and some couldn''t keep a good speed and began to slow down.


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    Lucas heard the sound of heavy breathing from another competitor just behind him. He turned his head slightly and saw a shorter boy with close-cropped black hair. The boy''s name was Rodriguez, as Lucas heard him introducing himself to the other guys.


    Gradually, Lucas felt the effects of fatigue beginning to set in, but he controlled his breathing and maintained his focus. When he completed the second lap, he noticed he was side by side with Daniel. The defender had lost a little pace.


    "Are you going to keep up this pace?" Daniel asked with a half-smile.


    "I''ll try," Lucas replied.


    The boy, who had earlier identified himself as a left-winger, had moved slightly ahead. He possessed an impressive running style, as if his height and muscles weren''t a burden.


    As the third lap approached, the real test of endurance began.


    "Last lap!" the monitor''s voice rang out across the field.


    Lucas increased his pace. When he crossed the finish line, his lungs burned, but he managed to control his breath. He came in second, just behind the left-winger. Lucas was exhausted, but satisfied. He bent over slightly, resting his hands on his knees for a moment.


    The monitor waited for everyone to finish before starting to take notes. The competitors gathered, some more fatigued than others, as they awaited the next instructions.


    Daniel approached Lucas, breathing heavily, and said, "You''ve got lungs, man. No wonder you came in first." He ran a hand through his damp hair and glanced at the boy who had beaten them ¡ª the left-winger.


    The monitor then raised his clipboard, drawing everyone''s attention once again.


    "Congratulations to everyone who completed the endurance test. You showed determination and pace, but the next test will be about something different. We''ll assess your flexibility. You''ll be divided into pairs to stretch with partners. Remember, this is a test of body control, so don''t rush and perform everything accurately."


    Lucas looked around, waiting to see who his partner would be. Daniel ended up paired with a taller, thinner boy, while Lucas was paired with Raphael, the left-winger who had won the race. Raphael, with his serious demeanor and imposing posture, didn''t seem like the type who would strike up a conversation, but Lucas didn''t let that intimidate him and invited him to be his partner.


    After a few minutes of paired stretching, the players were instructed to perform a series of static stretches on their own.


    As the last flexibility exercise concluded, the monitor began gathering the players together.


    "Now, let''s start calling those who passed the three stages. First name¡­ Daniel Riber."


    The 6''2 (1.88 m)" defender stepped forward, a slight smile on his face. He nodded discreetly to Lucas, as if to say: see you at the next stage.


    "Raphael Portiolli."


    The names continued to be called, one by one, until finally¡­


    "Lucas Tanaka."


    He could hardly believe for a moment that he had overcome the first hurdle. Other names were called after him, like Mark''s.


    "That''s all of them. Brighton''s youth team requires these physical performances to be disqualifying because you''ll face long, grueling seasons. When you come here, you''re just a few steps away from becoming a professional. Anyway, congratulations to those who made it through, and to those who didn''t, please keep this feeling and return even stronger at the next trial."

 Chapter 69 68 - Two-versus-two

    "Now that we''ve completed the physical tests, it''s time to see what you can really do with the ball. If you want to play for Brighton, you not only need to have a lung, but also know how to attack, defend, and, of course, understand the game."The monitor paused as the players looked at each other.


    "You''ll be divided into smaller groups for two-on-two matches. Each match will be played on a reduced pitch with smaller goals. You need to demonstrate individual skills, positioning, and, above all, teamwork. This test will tell you a lot about your ability to adapt to different situations in the real game. So do your best."


    A black-haired boy with glasses, who seemed to be still catching his breath from the endurance run, raised his hand hesitantly. His glasses slipped slightly down his nose due to sweat, and he adjusted them before asking:


    "Excuse me, sir, but weren''t the matches against each other only supposed to be at the end?" He looked genuinely confused, perhaps even a little worried by the sudden change of plans.


    The monitor stared at him for a brief moment, without changing his impassive expression, and replied with cool calm: S§×ar?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "No. That''s correct. With this two-versus-two test, we want to see how your skills perform under pressure from now on. Do you have a problem with that?"


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    The boy hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching for some silent support among the other players, but found nothing but serious, focused faces. He shook his head quickly and muttered:


    "No, sir."


    The monitor, satisfied with the absence of further questioning, took a step back and began organizing the pairs. He walked down the line of players, watching each one carefully, before starting to divide up the pairs.


    "Daniel and Mark." he said, pointing to the two burly players who had stood out in the fitness tests.


    Mark was a left-winger, and Daniel was a defender. It was a good combination for a two-on-two test because they had attacking and defensive potential.


    "Lucas and Raphael." continued the monitor, and Lucas''s stomach clenched slightly.


    He wasn''t upset about being paired with Raphael, the boy who had won the endurance race. The left-winger had an impressive physique, but Raphael had yet to show much personality beyond his irritable posture.


    Raphael only gave a brief nod in Luca''s direction. Of course, he respected Lucas for coming out on top in all the physical tests.


    The other pairs were organized, but the first five-minute match would be between the first two chosen pairs. Whoever scored the most goals would win. However, they knew that it would guarantee their places in the final phase.


    The monitor approached Lucas and Raphael, handing them a ball for each court. Lucas took the ball with a feeling of electricity running through his body. This was the moment he had been waiting for ¡ª the chance to show that he could do more than run. He looked at Raphael, who was already positioning himself, and realized that the boy was focused on the ball, his eyes alert and predatory.


    "Do you play more up front or in the middle?" Raphael asked suddenly, taking Lucas by surprise.


    "I can play any position in attack, but you''re a left-winger, right? I want to get the most out of you, so I''ll be further back this time," Lucas replied with a cold tone as he looked at his opponents.


    Raphael frowned. "Get the most out of me?"


    "Yes. You have a strong physique, so their striker won''t be able to get past you to attack without help, so he''ll move out of the way of the goal. That''s where I come in."


    "Tsk! Whatever. Just pass the ball to me."


    As soon as the monitor blew the whistle, Lucas passed the ball to Raphael, who promptly headed it down the sideline. The grass under his feet was soft, but there was still morning moisture on the leaves, which made the ball slide faster than expected. Raphael, with his impressive speed, kept control.


    Mark, sensing the left-winger''s intention, went to meet him, forcing Raphael to move away from the sideline and bring the ball into the center.


    Lucas noticed that Daniel was already backing off, forming a line of defense right in front of the small goal. He knew that if Raphael tried a simple dribble, Mark''s physical strength could end the move in seconds. So Lucas positioned himself in the center of the small field, offering a passing option.


    Raphael glanced up, his eyes briefly undecided. In a matter of seconds, he had to decide: go it alone or rely on the pass. Mark was approaching fast, almost colliding with Raphael, and it was now or never.


    Raphael rolled the ball with the side of his left foot, a dry, precise pass that found Lucas in the middle of the pitch. Lucas already had his body positioned for control, received the ball with a light touch, and turned quickly towards the goal. Daniel, attentive, took two steps forward to close the angle.


    Lucas knew he couldn''t waste any time; if he waited any longer, Mark would already be back to help with the marking.


    Lucas made a quick decision. He made a feint using <Mirage Feint>, as if he was going to move forward, but instead gave a heel pass to Raphael, who had run diagonally, getting rid of Mark.


    "Go!" Lucas shouted.


    Raphael had expected the move. With a subtle touch, he controlled the ball and prepared to shoot. The distance was short, but Daniel was already in front, ready to block the shot. Raphael, in a quick move, lifted the ball slightly with his left foot, trying to hook it over the defender, but the touch was a little stronger than he expected.


    The ball went higher than necessary, and Daniel stretched out his foot to intercept it.


    Lucas saw the opportunity. He was in constant motion, always waiting for a gap. As soon as the ball bounced off Daniel''s foot, rising a few centimeters in the air, Lucas accelerated into the area. His body reacted by instinct, and he leapt, using <Stellar Impulse, and headed it back to Raphael.


    This time, Raphael didn''t even have to look at the goal and just shot, hitting the ball for the first time with the inside of his right foot. It was a precise, low shot that went under Daniel''s legs.


    The shout for a goal didn''t come, however, because everyone was stunned by the height of Lucas'' leap. For a second, he seemed to have flown.


    Lucas landed back on the ground with a lightness that contrasted with the explosive movement of his jump. The muffled sound of his boots hitting the wet grass was overshadowed by the surrounding murmurs.


    The other players, scattered around the reduced pitch, watched the scene with wide eyes. It wasn''t just the goal that had impressed them, but the unexpected, almost impossible leap that Lucas had made seconds before.


    The monitor, who until then had kept his expression rigid and unwavering, raised an eyebrow slightly, showing a rare spark of surprise. He took two steps forward and, with a firm tone, announced:


    "1-0 to Lucas and Raphael. The ball is now Mark and Daniel''s."


    "Did you see what he did? I swear he almost floated away for a moment."


    "Yeah... it must have been the light or the angle we saw." "


    "Was the pass good?" Lucas asked Raphael, with a discreet smile on his face. He didn''t want to seem arrogant, but he knew that the moment called for confidence.


    Raphael looked at him for a moment, then shook his head. "You did all the work. Thank you."


    The monitor didn''t allow much time for celebration. The whistle blew again, this time indicating that the ball was now with Daniel and Mark. The two opponents, still recovering from the goal they had conceded, exchanged a brief glance. Daniel, the burly defender, ran a hand through his short, sweat-soaked hair, clearly frustrated.


    Mark, on the other hand, seemed to remain calm, although his eyes showed a growing intensity.


    "The game''s not over yet," muttered Mark to his teammate. "Let''s turn it around."


    Daniel agreed with a nod, and they both got into position.


    The monitor played the ball into the middle of the reduced field, and Mark, with an agile touch, controlled the ball with the inside of his foot. His reputation as a hard-to-stop striker had preceded him, and now he intends to prove it.


    Lucas, who had already returned to his position further back, watched his opponents carefully. He knew that Mark and Daniel would attack with everything now. Raphael, on the other hand, looked impatient, his eyes following Mark''s every move.


    "They''ll try to come quickly." Lucas commented, without taking his eyes off his opponents.


    "So what? We just need to hold out for a few more minutes."


    "Don''t underestimate them. They''re all here because they want to hold on to this tiny chance of getting through and becoming professionals. They''re sure to come out all guns blazing now that the ball is theirs."

 Chapter 70 69 - Attack & Analysis

    Raphael shook his head impatiently. Raphael preferred immediate action, constant pressure, and wasn''t happy about having to wait."Let''s get this over with," he said with his eyes still fixed on Mark, who was now exchanging a quick pass with Daniel.


    The touch between them was agile, fluid, with no wasted movement. They didn''t know each other, but they were above-par players, otherwise they wouldn''t even be in this competition.


    Mark received the ball back and moved quickly through the middle. In a few seconds, he had covered most of the distance to the opponent''s penalty area.


    Daniel was just behind, ready to offer support. However, Mark liked to attack and smiled broadly because, with only two players defending, he had the space to use the best: short dribbles, that kind of movement where the ball seems glued to the feet.


    However, Raphael, although anxious, was no fool and knew he couldn''t let his opponent get too close to the goal. His body seemed to react on its own and, in one abrupt move, he ran to press Mark. It was risky, of course, but Raphael was never the type to stand back and watch.


    His aggressive, almost impulsive style of play always got him into tricky situations, but it also generated impressive results.


    When Raphael approached, wanting to disarm him, Mark turned his body with his back to Raphael, protecting the ball like a futsal pivot.


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    Raphael tried to push him away, forcing pressure, but Mark was like a concrete wall, using his own body to block any attempt to steal the ball. His feet, almost imperceptible, moved slightly, as if they were waiting for the right moment to react. And that''s what happened. With a quick twist of his hips, Mark made a beautiful pivot, spinning on himself and out of Raphael''s grasp.


    The move was so quick that it knocked Raphael off balance for a second, just enough time for Mark to set up the shot. The ball was positioned in front of him, and he didn''t hesitate. With his right leg, he fired a powerful shot straight into the corner of the small goal.


    However, Lucas had seen it coming. The moment Mark turned, Lucas read the play and stretched out his right leg as far as it would go. The tip of his boot made contact with the ball, deflecting it upwards. Then Lucas lowered his gaze and scanned the field, identifying where everyone was.


    That''s how he saw that the opponent''s goal was unguarded, with Mark in attack and Daniel in the middle of the reduced field. So Lucas didn''t even wait for the ball to hit the ground before kicking it. He kicked it at half-height and over the top, putting enough force into it.


    The ball sailed over the heads of Mark, Raphael and Daniel, and it was clear that the target was the opponent''s goal.


    Daniel couldn''t believe his eyes. "He... he really kicked it..." he muttered to himself, his heart racing.


    Daniel started to run, almost by reflex, but he knew there wouldn''t be enough time to reach the ball.


    Lucas, on the other hand, felt a chill in his stomach when he realized that the trajectory was almost perfect. He barely blinked, absolutely focused on every movement of the ball. But as it began to descend, something was off. The ball, which was supposed to fall gently towards the center of the goal, began to curve slightly to the right because of the wind.


    Lucas clenched his teeth, his breath caught in his chest. It was close, but... perhaps too close.


    Then, in an instant, the ball reached the apex of the arc and began its final descent. For a moment, everyone held their breath. It grazed the right side of the crossbar.


    Daniel, standing a few meters from where the ball landed outside the goal, shook his head slowly, still processing what had just happened.


    ''He almost hit it. This guy... he''s dangerous.'' Daniel thought with his hands resting on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.


    Mark, who was normally a well of confidence, was now staring at Lucas, his eyes narrowed. It wasn''t just the impressive shot, but how quickly Lucas had read the play. That wasn''t luck. It was something else.


    "He read us like a book." Mark muttered, almost in disbelief.


    Lucas didn''t have time to let himself feel the frustration of the ball striking the crossbar.


    "Watch out, Lucas!" Raphael shouted, making a gesture with his hand, warning of Mark''s movement.


    Mark looked for the right side of the pitch, where he knew he would have more room to maneuver. He made a quick feint, making his body look like it was going to go left, but quickly changed direction, which made Raphael slide a little, almost off balance.


    The confidence in Mark''s eyes was growing by the second.


    "If he makes it, it''ll be a sure goal," thought Daniel, now more focused on his defense than before.


    In the end, Lucas managed to save. With the last moments approaching, the players began to move frantically around the pitch. The ball went from side to side, with each player trying their best to keep possession, but the defense was solid and determined. So the game ended without any more goals being scored.


    The referee''s final whistle blew, and the match ended 1-0 to Lucas and Raphael, with that early goal from Raphael.


    "Next pair, get ready!" The monitor announced.


    Lucas took a deep breath as the final whistle echoed across the pitch. He let himself fall onto the soft grass outside the reduced pitch.


    Soon, someone from the sieve coordination team came up to him, and he saw a bottle enter his field of vision. Lucas took the bottle, looked at the person and said:


    "Thank you."


    He just didn''t expect that the person who handed him the bottle would be the same girl he had signed up with. She had pink hair and a nice body even though her sports uniform didn''t suit her, but the expression on her face was still rigid.


    "It was nothing. I''m just doing my job." She said and with other bottles in a bag, she went to deliver water to the other boys from the last game.


    Lucas sighed. ''At least the system isn''t giving me those strange missions from the beginning anymore... Well, they were fun and took me out of my comfort zone, but it seems to know that now things have to be pretty serious.''


    The next matches began shortly after the end. As Lucas was one of the first, there were still two matches left, after all the ten players who passed the first round were divided into five pairs.


    The two doubles who played second also had to follow the same rules, the minute and the reduced field, but as the game rolled on, Lucas realized that their level was lower than expected. Sure, they had excellent physiques and were perfect for playing soccer, but they were clearly inferior to several players Lucas had played with and against in the Chubu Regional Championships.


    Considering that to get into this screening you needed a referral from someone, either these kids were being sponsored or someone believed they were talented enough to be in, which they most certainly were not.


    Nevertheless, one of the players caught Lucas'' eye. Curiously, this boy was the one with glasses and black hair.


    Lucas examined the bespectacled boy on the pitch. He had a completely different posture from the others. Although physically he wasn''t as impressive as the others ¡ª his slender build and discreet manner seemed to give him away as someone more reserved ¡ª there was something about the way he moved that caught the eye.


    His sunglasses matched his short, well-combed black hair, and the eyes behind the lenses always seemed to be one step ahead, analyzing every detail of the game.


    Lucas couldn''t take his eyes off him. It was as if the boy saw the pitch uniquely, almost as if he could see future moves before they even happened. The way he positioned himself, without wasting unnecessary energy, was impressive.


    "Who is he?" Lucas muttered, frowning, still sitting on the edge of the pitch.


    Raphael, who was next to him, also catching his breath, followed Lucas'' gaze. "That one over there? He looks a bit out of place. He won''t be able to keep up with these guys for long."


    But Lucas wasn''t so sure.


    "Take a good look," he said, his eyes squinting. "He hardly runs, but he''s always in the right place."


    The boy, whose name Lucas still didn''t know, made simple but precise passes, as if his every touch was part of a complex equation that only he could solve. He didn''t run after the ball; the ball seemed to come to him. And when he received it, he knew exactly what to do with it.


    Lucas realized that this boy was always one step ahead of the others, not because of his physical speed, but because of his speed of thought.


    With every move, it became clearer. The boy''s name was finally revealed by his double.


    "Hey, Otto, come over here!"


    And without hesitation, Otto made the pass. It was then that Lucas was surprised by a mission after several days.


    [The Main Mission "Eagle Eyes" was granted.]


    [Main Mission: Eagle Eyes


    Description: Otto can see everything on the pitch with a rare talent. He looks like a good prey.


    Objective: Copy Otto''s ability.


    Rewards:


    +50 Stars Points


    +1 Epic Loot Box


    +500 Credits.]

 Chapter 71 70 - Group E

    After this second game, it was the turn of the last pair. However, as there were five pairs selected, one of the pairs that had already played was called up.Lucas wasn''t surprised when Daniel and Mark, against whom Raphael and he had played, were chosen for this last game of the second test phase. They hadn''t been able to show much of their skills in the first match because Lucas and Raphael had worked so well together. So on this second chance, they were more motivated than ever to give it their best shot.


    Just like the first time, Daniel stayed further back, and Mark played the role of striker. However, this time, Daniel helped Mark more, and Mark helped Daniel more. At the end of the five minutes, the score was 3-0 in their favor.


    "Now that the ten selected have made their presentations, I''m going to talk to my colleagues for ten minutes, and I''ll come back with the list of names of those who have gone through to the third and final phase. Take the opportunity to hydrate yourselves and get some rest."


    The players were still panting slightly, sweat dripping down their foreheads and necks as they dispersed around the training ground. It was hot, very hot. It was midsummer in the northern hemisphere.


    Lucas crossed his arms as they watched Daniel and Mark celebrate their victory in different ways. While Daniel threw himself backwards onto the grass and cracked a big smile, Mark was annoyed that he had only scored two goals. In a way, Mark reminded Lucas of Nishida.


    "They''re a good duo, that''s for sure," Lucas thought out loud.


    "They''ve played much better now." Raphael said.


    For a moment, Lucas was startled by Raphael''s presence next to him. Then he let out a soft sigh, shaking his head slightly.


    "Yes, but they still didn''t impress me as much as Otto."


    "Still fascinated by this guy?" Raphael scratched the back of his head, confused, because he couldn''t understand what Lucas was seeing that was so special. "Anyway, is there a chance they''ll pick all of us? There are so many good players here."


    Indeed, the squad was full of talented boys, each trying to do their best, but it was important to remember that they were looking for additions to the team. And considering that the test for this second phase was very specific in terms of teamwork in short spaces, they were obviously looking for someone with that style of play.


    "I don''t know. It''s hard to say. I think it''s more likely that they''ll take five or six. They need a leaner squad for the last phase. From what I''ve seen, all the players who came for the sift have been divided into six groups. Ours is Group E.


    If five players from each group get through, we''ll have 30 players in the final phase. Maybe that''s too many people..."


    "Eh?! You''re clever, aren''t you? You did that very quickly!"


    "W-well, I''m good with numbers." Lucas said, and he did need to get good with numbers at university because he always had to do math to know how many points he needed to pass several risky subjects.


    "Ten minutes... that''s a long time to think about what might happen, isn''t it?" Raphael muttered, glancing at the other players.


    Some were leaning on their legs, tired, while others were talking quietly, trying to guess the coaches'' next moves.


    "Plenty of time to get nervous, that''s for sure."


    Lucas took a deep breath. As much as he tried not to get attached to the result, the reality was that it mattered. It mattered a lot. It was the next step towards something bigger.


    After the pre-agreed time, the main monitor emerged from the tent. He carried a clipboard with the list of names. Next to him, two assistants began to walk towards the center of the field, indicating that the moment of waiting was over. The movement was enough to attract the attention of all the players. A nervous silence spread across the pitch as everyone gathered in a semicircle around the coaches.


    The coach looked down at his clipboard and sniffed before speaking.


    "Firstly, I''d like to congratulate everyone for their dedication and commitment. Everyone here is a talented player, and that made our decision very difficult. As you know, we''re looking for players who can adapt quickly to pressure situations and work effectively as a team. And, after much deliberation, we have a list of five who will progress to the final round."


    With every word the coach spoke, Lucas'' heart beat faster.


    "The players advancing from Group E are..." The coach paused, creating an almost unbearable tension. "Lucas Tanaka."


    Lucas let out the breath he had been holding, and he felt his hands shake slightly. Raphael gave him a gentle push, smiling, but soon became serious again, waiting for the next name.


    "Raphael Portiolli."


    This time it was Lucas who patted Raphael on the back, who reciprocated with a broad, grateful smile.


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    It was only fair. Otto had been excellent. Otto''s satisfied expression, his eyes shining with pride behind his glasses, confirmed what Lucas had suspected: he had been preparing for this moment for a long time.


    The technician consulted his clipboard once more.


    "Mark Tanner."


    Mark jumped up and clenched his fists, celebrating in a low voice.


    The final spot was no mystery to anyone who paid attention to the games.


    "Daniel Riber."


    The last name echoed across the pitch, followed by a chorus of sighs, some of relief, others of disappointment.


    Lucas felt happy, but, at the same time, he couldn''t help looking around, seeing the heartbroken expressions of those left behind.


    The coach''s voice cut through the air again, but this time it was more formal, dry, and direct.


    "Those players who have not been selected for the next phase, please proceed to the exit and await instructions. We thank you all for your commitment, and don''t give up on your dreams. The road is long, but there are still plenty of opportunities."


    Lucas heard scattered murmurs around him, some silently thanking him, others just accepting their fate without a word.


    A group of boys began to walk slowly towards the exit of the camp, their heads down and their steps dragging.


    For a moment, Lucas felt a knot in his stomach. He knew what it was like to lose. He knew the weight of defeat, but there was no way to soften that blow for them.


    Raphael watched the others walk away with a more sober expression. "Only the best advance, and honestly, everyone here is good."


    The five who had passed were instructed to gather in the center of the field.


    "Congratulations to those of you who have advanced. The last phase will be much more difficult. You''ve excelled so far, but 17 others have also passed the second phase of the other groups. Now you''ll be joining them."


    ''Seventeen others? That means that, with the five of us, 22 players have passed. That''s enough to form two full teams, so probably the last test is a match.''


    The coach suddenly put his hand over his eyes, as if trying to see better in the blazing sun. He looked up for a moment, frowning, clearly bothered by the intensity of the heat above them.


    "However, it''s too sunny here. You won''t be able to show your maximum performance in these conditions. So follow me. We''re going to the infield."


    Raphael raised an eyebrow and let out a slight laugh of relief. "Finally, the professionals'' area."


    Raphael seemed to be from the area, because he even knew about this sort of thing.


    The walk to the infield was brief because it was just a gravel path that separated the outfield from the infield. When they finally entered the covered area, some players let out sighs of relief, as if they had just escaped from a desert. The indoor pitch was larger than expected, as it had the real dimensions of a field and at the same time looked like a gymnasium.


    The grass of the field was impeccably green, lit by a series of large windows all around, but without the scorching glare of the sun directly on them.


    The monitor turned to the group and said:


    "Here, you will have the ideal conditions for the last part of the test. Soon, the other groups should join us. Let''s wait."


    As they waited, the side door of the gymnasium creaked open, and all eyes turned to the entrance. Lucas expected to see the next group, but instead of a full group, only two people, apart from the monitors in Brighton uniforms, appeared.


    The first player was a tall young man with a relaxed, almost disinterested posture. He was almost hairless, had several piercings, and walked with his hands in his pockets, unhurriedly, as if he were just taking a stroll.


    Next to him, in complete contrast, was someone who immediately caught everyone''s attention. He had long, flaming hair as red as coals. His face was chiseled and surprisingly beautiful, with features so delightful that he could have been mistaken for a girl.


    Raphael''s eyes widened at the sight of the young redhead. He disguised it poorly by blushing slightly and looking away quickly.


    Lucas glared at him, and this time he turned red with embarrassment. "W-well, you know how it is... he looked like a girl, and I study at a military school and... Ah, never mind." sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

 Chapter 72 71 - Coach Jimenez

    "Ah... yes. I mean, sort of. He''s... that''s Aidan. He was based in Watford.Very agile. Even famous in youth circles. I''ve seen him play in a few leagues, and well... you can imagine why everyone talks about him."


    "Is he a striker?"


    "Actually, oddly enough, he''s a left-back. He''s skilled, like a few others. His style of play reminds me a bit of Marcelo from Real Madrid."


    The player Raphael was referring to was Marcelo Vieira da Silva Junior, a left-back who made his career in Europe playing for Real Madrid, who won three Champions Leagues in a row. Lucas knew this because he stopped following soccer a few years later, when he went to college.


    "In other words, he''s more of an attacking left-back than a defensive one." Lucas concluded.


    "Exactly, and although he doesn''t have Marcelo''s finesse, he makes up for it with speed."


    As Lucas looked at the young Englishman Aidan, he felt a strange sensation, and his eyes immediately went to Aidan''s right side, and he saw that he was also being stared at by one of the competitors. The one who was staring at him was the boy with the disheveled pose and almost no hair.


    When he saw that Lucas had noticed, he didn''t look away but continued to stare, showing that he wasn''t afraid of Lucas.


    "I think that guy likes me." Lucas pointed at the boy as he said this to Raphael. "Is he one of those guys who like to watch his teammates in the shower?"


    Raphael put a hand to his mouth and started laughing. Lucas didn''t even smile, as it was a sincere question. However, Lucas noticed in that second that Raphael seemed much more "open" now than at the beginning, and decided to ask.


    "By the way, I have to say that you surprised me." Sear?h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "What? How?" Raphael asked.


    "Hmm... You seemed like someone who would be more difficult to deal with."


    Raphael put a hand on his waist and laughed a little, humorlessly. "Well, it was because at first I was trying to intimidate the other contestants with a more, shall we say, villainous pose."


    "So you''re the type to get into character?" Lucas asked with a wry smile. "Like those boys who like anime and try to look more ''dark''?"


    Raphael was shy. "Something like that. If you look confident, you intimidate. And intimidation can go a long way to winning, right?"


    "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. But I think you look better without the villain pose."


    Raphael gave a short laugh. "Maybe."


    Soon, other players began to arrive. Of course, they all looked very strong.


    Lucas realized that the level of English soccer, even school soccer, was very high. Probably the influence of having the most competitive league in the world was what influenced such young players to take the sport very seriously.


    Raphael crossed his arms and looked at the pitch. His eyes moved from one competitor to the next.


    "Raphael, is everything all right?" Lucas asked.


    "There are a lot of good players here. I didn''t expect that." He said it seriously, looking at the players who continued to arrive. "I mean, I knew there would be competition, but... these guys are some of the best in the whole region."


    Lucas watched Raphael in silence for a moment, trying to better understand what was going on. That sudden insecurity seemed completely at odds with the personality Raphael had shown until then. Perhaps, deep down, Raphael was still feeling like that boy who tried to impose himself with a villainous pose to intimidate others.


    And now, faced with more skilled competitors, that mask of confidence was beginning to crack.


    "Well, if it''s any consolation, everyone here seems to be in the same boat, trying to prove something. Just do your best." Lucas gave Raphael a weak slap on the back.


    Others, like Raphael, disguised their nervousness with forced smiles and attempts to make friends.


    Among the candidates who attracted the most attention was a tall, white-skinned boy with curly green hair and a smile. He walked from group to group, trying to make friends.


    "Who''s that guy?" asked Lucas.


    Raphael looked at the young player, then back at Lucas. "Him? Oh, that''s Luiz Fernando, a Brazilian. He used to play at the youth level for a big team in Brazil, but he had to move with his family to England and since then he''s been going from school to school. He''s very good. They say he''s one of the best midfielders of our generation.


    He doesn''t miss a pass and has an absurd vision of the game."


    Lucas whistled softly. "You seem to know everyone here."


    Raphael gave a mirthless laugh. "I do my research. When you play soccer, especially in a competition like this, you need to know who your competitors are. Information is power."


    Luis Fernando approached a group of players and began to stretch, exchanging a few casual words with them. His calm, confident, and friendly manner told everyone that he knew exactly what he was doing there, as if he had been through hundreds of moments like this before.


    Another competitor who caught Lucas''s eye was a tall, thin boy with the right side of his normally black hair dyed red. He was alone and didn''t seem very open to conversation.


    "What about that one over there?" Lucas pointed with his chin in the boy''s direction.


    Raphael followed Lucas'' gaze and sighed heavily. "Hillebrand Graumans. He''s fast, like, really fast. He plays as a winger, but he''s so versatile that he can drop anywhere on the pitch. Hmm... what a boring guy to compete against."


    "Hey, relax, man. It''s not about who has the biggest name or reputation. When the ball rolls, everyone starts from scratch."


    At that moment, the door through which the monitor who was supervising group E came out was opened, and a tall man in a long-sleeved black shirt and a dark blue baseball cap walked towards the monitors. His gaze was hard, but he didn''t look very old. Clearly, he wasn''t just anyone inside Brighton FC.


    "All right, everyone, listen up. I''m the coach of Brighton''s Under-20s B Team. My name is Jimenez. We''re going to divide you into two groups. It''s an 11 vs. 11 game, two 25-minute halves.


    Whoever impresses gets into the team; whoever doesn''t, well... try better next time."


    Until that moment, this was the most objective man Lucas had seen in his entire life.


    Coach Jimenez then began to read out the names he had on a clipboard, pointing to different players as he divided them into two teams.


    Aidan was the first to be pointed out, followed by Luiz Fernando and Hillebrand. All in Team A. Raphael was then called up to Team A as well, but Lucas himself had not yet been mentioned. However, this didn''t take long.


    "Lucas Tanaka." The monitor finally called his name, pointing to the second team.


    The first familiar face he recognized in the new group was Daniel, the defender he had played with in a previous tryout.


    "Looks like we''re together this time." Daniel said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.


    "It''s nice to have a familiar face around." Lucas replied.


    Next to Daniel, there was a group of players talking to another boy, who was clearly attracting attention. They were all looking at him, asking him questions about tactics, positioning, and the opposing team. The boy had an expression that bordered on boredom, as if he wasn''t the least bit interested in anything that was going on around him.


    His dark hair fell over his eyes carelessly, and he seemed to be the type who was there out of obligation, not passion.


    "Hey, William, what do you think? Should we play further back at first?" One boy asked him, and so Lucas found out the name of the bored boy.


    William just shrugged. "I don''t know... Do what you think is best."


    Lucas frowned. He didn''t know William yet, but he was curious. Why did someone with such an indifferent attitude seem to attract so much attention?


    Before he could think too much about it, another player approached him.


    "Hi, you must be Lucas, right? I''m Anton." The player had a pair of goalkeeper gloves under his arms, was tall, and had blond hair combed to one side.


    "Ah, yes, I am. Nice to meet you, Anton," he replied, shaking the goalkeeper''s hand. "How did you know my name?"


    "Earlier, when my individual test was over, I overheard two guys near the exit talking about you."


    "About me?"


    "Yes. I''m a bit too curious, so I approached them and asked who they were talking about. They told me that you were amazing in the physical tests, and, you know, people of other nationalities attract attention around here."


    ''Now that he''s mentioning it, that girl with the pink hair said something about foreigners getting into trouble, didn''t she? Well, it must be nothing.'' Lucas thought as he shook Anton''s hand.

 Chapter 73 72 - BAM!

    Jimenez glanced at his clipboard, adjusted his cap, then began organizing the teams on the pitch. His first instructions echoed through the air, directed at Team B ¡ª Lucas'' team"You''re going to play 4-3-3. I want Daniel and Luiz Fernando controlling the defense. Daniel, you''re going to be my commander at the back, understand? Act like a captain. Luiz, keep the defensive line organized and watch out for the opposition''s attacks."


    Daniel nodded, his face displaying a calm concentration, while Luiz Fernando, next to him, was already warming up his shoulders, unleashing a few quick movements to maintain flexibility. Both formed a solid duo; Lucas knew he could rely on them to hold the defense.


    "Anton, you''re, of course, going for a goal. Watch out for crosses and, above all, keep an eye on the opposing team''s quick passes. They''ll try to use the space on the sides to open up our defense."


    Anton smiled slightly and slipped on his gloves.


    Coach Jimenez continued distributing the positions. "Nathan, you''re on the right wing. I need you to use your speed to get on the counter-attack and create space on the flanks. Lucas, you''ll be on the left wing. I want to see how you do cutting into the middle and taking advantage of your diagonal passing. And William, you''ll be our center forward."


    Lucas looked at William with some surprise. Even with his bored expression, he had been placed as a center forward. At 1.60m tall, it was an unusual choice for the position, yet Jimenez appeared confident. Perhaps there was something about that boy that he didn''t yet know.


    "That''s it," said Jimenez, finalizing the formation. "I want constant movement in the middle and to take advantage of the spaces on the sides. We''ll focus on building fast moves and trying to surprise their defense."


    Coach Jimenez next set up Team A, adopting a 4-4-2 formation. Mark and Raphael were deployed as the two strikers, as they were both left-wingers.


    In midfield, Otto, the black-haired boy from whom he needed to copy the skill, and the almost bald boy, Felix, would be the central organization. Between them, Hillebrand, the attacking midfielder, would be a constant threat - his ability to break down the opposition''s defense made him a danger that Team B would have to contain.


    Aidan Perry, their left-back, was agile and had the ability to connect the defense to the midfield with quality. His presence would be key to Team A''s rapid transition.


    "Keep an eye on Perry''s movements. I''ve played against him in a youth league. He''s unpredictable and can come in to help the attack without warning."


    Lucas stretched his legs and took a deep breath, glancing at the other side of the pitch where Team A was already exchanging light passes during warm-up


    The coach''s whistle blew, and the two teams lined up. The green grass seemed to glow in the soft light of day. Their gazes met.


    Lucas suddenly felt the gaze of William, the designated center-forward, on him. S~ea??h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Pass me the ball whenever you can," said William, looking at Lucas.


    At that moment, their eyes met for the first time and Lucas felt a shiver run down his spine because, surprisingly, William''s eyes seemed completely empty.


    Lucas swallowed, because it wasn''t the first time Lucas had seen a look like this. The other times he had seen looks like this were in his own mirror, when he was in that cycle of waking up, going to work and then coming home only to sleep. On those days, his life had become monochrome, emotionless, dull, without purpose.


    ''How does this boy look like that at this age?'' Lucas looked straight ahead, frowning.


    It was unusual to see such apathy in someone so young, especially in a sporting environment, where adrenaline and passion usually dominated the players'' faces.


    Lucas tried to push the thoughts away and focus on the game that would begin in a moment. He bent his knees and looked towards the middle of the pitch, where Otto stood. The match would start soon, so his aim was clear: watch Otto closely and copy his skill.


    The whistle blew, breaking the momentary silence that had hung over the pitch. Team A kicked off and began exchanging passes, with Hillebrand taking up the most advanced position, ready to receive the ball at any moment.


    Lucas repositioned himself, aware of Aidan Perry''s movement on the A-Team''s left flank on the other side of the pitch.


    "Go, Nathan! Put pressure on Perry!" shouted Lucas, urging on his teammate on the right wing.


    Nathan quickly closed down the space, which made Perry grit his teeth. This gave Team B a momentary opportunity to reorganize their lines.


    Daniel and Luiz Fernando, like a wall, kept the defense solid, allowing the midfield to push forward and support the attack in a tighter formation.


    Lucas knew the ball would eventually come to him; it was just a matter of staying ready and positioning himself free.


    "Japanese!" The shout came from a midfield player, and so Lucas saw that the ball was traveling in his direction.


    ''Damn, I have a name.''


    With a simple movement, Lucas took hold of the ball with his chest and quickly lowered it onto his left foot. The adrenaline took over and, without thinking twice, he looked around for a passing option. William was positioned in the center, but Lucas hesitated for a brief second. Something about that boy still made him uncomfortable, but the game didn''t allow for indecision.


    Lucas passed the ball back to Daniel, who had moved up in support. The two exchanged passes quickly, a real tiki-taka of coordinated movement. Daniel returned the ball with a first touch, and Lucas, now with more space, set off towards the left-back.


    Team A quickly began to retreat. However, Lucas was one step ahead. He accelerated, gaining precious meters. The wind whipped against his face and the grass seemed to slide under his feet.


    "Look, he''s fast too." An assistant coach of Jimenez wrote on his clipboard. "Boss, did you already know that?"


    "Yes, I looked at the physical results of everyone who went through to this last phase."


    "Everyone? But there are 22 players, and you didn''t have much time."


    "That''s why I was five minutes late."


    When Team A''s right-back almost caught up with Lucas, the left-winger pretended to cut back towards the center, but at the last second changed direction, taking the ball further towards the end line. The right-back was taken by surprise and, despite being quick, couldn''t keep up with the sudden change of pace. Lucas quickly looked into the area.


    William was well positioned, still not expressing any emotion.


    ''He''s the opposite of Nishida...'' thought Lucas.


    Without wasting any time, Lucas delivered the cross. The ball traveled high, with a curve, perfect for someone to anticipate and head in. Time seemed to slow down as the ball floated through the air, and Lucas held his breath. All eyes were on William. The boy, who had previously seemed disinterested, was now moving with precision. He leapt, outpacing the A-Team defenders with astonishing momentum.


    BAM!


    The ball exploded off William''s forehead, speeding towards the goal. Team A''s goalkeeper Felipe reacted quickly, but not quickly enough. The ball flew past his outstretched hands and into the net. A momentary silence overtook the pitch, soon followed by a roar of shouts and applause from his Team B teammates.


    Lucas could hardly believe what he had just witnessed. William''s apathy had turned into lethal action.


    William descended from the air, his feet touching the grass just as lightly as before. Without showing any emotion, he turned to Lucas, only giving a slight nod. That brief gesture made Lucas realize that, behind the blank stare, there was much more to that boy than he could understand at that moment.


    "Yeah, boys!" Coach Jimenez shouted, raising his fist in the air, and then completely changed his personality to give the A-Team a scolding. How can you let a boy of 1.60 get past you and a left-winger who isn''t even a natural at the position fool you so easily? Lucas is an attacking midfielder!!!"


    It seemed Jimenez was taunting the A Team; the boys were clearly annoyed by the goal conceded.


    Hillebrand, now more advanced, tried to find gaps in the solid defense formed by Daniel and Luiz Fernando.


    Otto, meanwhile, was the brains of the midfield, controlling the pace of the game with intelligent passing and impressive vision.


    Lucas kept his eyes on Otto, observing every detail. The way he turned his body before making a pass, the way he scanned the field before receiving the ball. Lucas tried to decipher the patterns, waiting for the right moment to use his <Copying Genius> ability.


    "Marking! Don''t let him breathe!" shouted Jimenez from the sidelines, seeing the danger Otto posed.


    Team B tried to press, but Otto always found a way through. It was then, in a quick exchange of passes between him and Felix, that Lucas saw his chance. He advanced quickly towards Otto, who, for a brief second, looked surprised. It was the perfect moment.


    Lucas activated his skill.


    [The player Otto Krieger has just demonstrated the Skill <Risk Analysis>, would you like to check the copy conditions for this skill?]

 Chapter 74 73 - Risk Analysis

    [Skill Copy Conditions <Risk Analysis>: Intercept at least three passes from Otto, making him doubt his own analysis skills].Lucas quickened his pace, concentrating on Otto. The-Team player was skillful, and the way he manipulated the pace of the game gave the A-Team a strategic advantage. Otto rarely made a mistake, his vision was sharp, and he controlled the midfield with the precision of a maestro. However, Lucas knew he had a gap, and his Copying Genius ability had revealed the way.


    ''Pass Interception... That''s what I need to do to stop Otto. I just need to think a bit like him and try to guess where his passes will go.''


    Lucas needed to intercept three crucial passes to make Otto question his confidence.


    Coach Jimenez''s shouts echoed across the pitch, but Lucas filtered out the sound, focusing solely on Otto''s movement. He knew that to complete the conditions and copy <Risk Analysis>, he had to be strategic. The first step would be to approach Otto without appearing to be an immediate threat.


    Otto received the ball in midfield, turning smoothly. His eyes scanned the field for options. Felix advanced down the right flank, ready for a pass. Lucas noticed the exchange of glances between Otto and Felix and knew that this was the moment.


    ''This is it.''


    With a burst of speed, Lucas cut the line. Otto hesitated for a split second, perhaps not expecting Lucas to be so close. The ball left Otto''s foot with force, but Lucas, already on the move, managed to stretch out his leg, intercepting the pass. The ball hit his shin, followed by brief silence, before the players'' noise returned.


    "Nice one, Lucas!" shouted Nathan from the other end of the pitch, rushing to reposition himself. "Pass it to me!" S§×ar?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas wasted no time. He quickly passed the ball to Nathan, who drove it forward.


    Otto frowned, clearly annoyed by the interception.


    ''One down,'' thought Lucas, knowing that he still needed two more interceptions to complete the challenge.


    With the attack thwarted by a tackle from an A-Team defender, they regained control of possession, and Otto didn''t let this affect his composure.


    Otto dropped back to receive a pass from Hillebrand, but Lucas didn''t move forward immediately. Instead, he positioned himself in such a way as to block Otto''s passing routes, forcing him to think twice. Otto began to feel the weight of the pressure.


    Daniel and Luiz Fernando were covering the attacking options in depth, and Nathan was pressing Aidan Perry on the wing so as not to let him offer support.


    "Close it down, Lucas! Close him down!" Daniel shouted, gesturing with his arms as he maintained his defensive position. The shout was direct, and Lucas got the message: they needed to suffocate Otto.


    Otto tried to send a pass over the top to Raphael, but Lucas had seen it coming. He took a step to the right, reading the game with precision. Otto raised his head and passed, but Lucas was in the way. This time, Lucas took the ball on his chest, feeling the cold leather of the sphere against his body before lowering it onto his right foot.


    With one swift movement, he played it to a midfielder, who began to organize Team B''s midfield.


    As the ball moved quickly to the other side of the pitch, Lucas kept his eyes on Otto. The midfielder was beginning to lose his composure. His upright, confident posture was now a little more bent, and his eyes looked a little disconcerted.


    Otto knew that Lucas was reading his movements, and that bothered him.


    ''Just one more,'' thought Lucas, knowing that he was close to completing the conditions for copying the skill.


    Otto knew he had to be more careful, so he began to play more conservatively, dropping back and distributing short passes to Hillebrand and Felix. The dynamic of the game changed; Team B''s pressure was starting to force mistakes from Team A. Otto was the heart of the opposing team, but now his rhythm was being disrupted. And Lucas was everywhere, like a constant shadow, anticipating their moves.


    Team A set up a new attack, moving the ball slowly to avoid pressure. Otto began to retreat, hoping to find an opportunity to launch a decisive pass. Lucas kept his distance, waiting patiently for his chance. Otto received the ball and hesitated for a moment, trying to calculate his next move. Then he spotted Felix again, free on the wing.


    It was the obvious move, and Otto, desperate to regain his confidence, sent the ball towards Felix.


    Lucas read Otto''s intention even before the pass was made. He advanced swiftly, gliding perfectly to intercept the ball for the third time. The interception was clean, and Lucas quickly got to his feet.


    Otto''s mind finally wavered. He took a step back, looking around, lost. His eyes were wide, as if he couldn''t believe what had just happened. That unshakeable confidence had turned to doubt. He didn''t have an exceptional physique; he wasn''t good at finishing, and he wasn''t good defensively either.


    ''My only weapon is my vision, and I''m losing out on that? Does that mean I won''t get through this sieve?''


    Lucas saw the uncertainty on Otto''s face and smiled, knowing that he had completed the challenge.


    [The conditions for copying the skill <Risk Analysis> have been met. Do you wish to copy the skill now?]


    [Copy conditions met.]


    [Skill <Risk Analysis> acquired.]


    [<Risk Analysis> released.]


    [The mission "Eagle Eyes" has been granted].


    [Main Mission Completed.]


    [You have earned the following rewards: +50 Star Points; +1 Epic Loot Box; +500 Credits].


    Lucas looked up with sweat dripping down his forehead and his chest rising and falling at a frantic pace. It was harder to intercept those passes than he made it look.


    That lost look on Otto''s face, the expression of uncertainty, as if his confidence had been ripped away with each cut pass, was proof that Lucas'' plan had worked.


    On the side of the pitch, coach Jimenez watched the scene with a twinkle in his eye. He muttered to himself, amazed at Lucas'' cunning.


    "Very clever, kid..." said Jimenez, with a discreet smile appearing at the corner of his lips.


    "What did you say, boss?" asked one of his assistants, looking up from the tactical clipboard he had been scribbling on during the game.


    Jimenez shook his head slightly, still smiling, and glared at the assistant, as if he was missing the best show of the afternoon.


    "Take your eyes off that clipboard and pay more attention to the pitch." He crossed his arms. "This game is very entertaining."


    Meanwhile, on the pitch, the ball was with Lucas, who had already repositioned himself at left-back.


    Team B had regained possession, and he needed to increase the score, preferably by scoring a goal of his own, to take advantage of his opponent''s momentary disorganization. However, there was one player who was more alert than he looked: Felix. The bald boy, with his serious expression and robust body, advanced towards Lucas from his position in midfield.


    Running diagonally across the pitch, he quickly closed the gap and forced Lucas to stop.


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    "I saw what you did to Otto. I didn''t like that at all. We''re not enemies here," said Felix as he blocked the pass.


    Lucas put his right foot on the ball. "Rubbish. We''re competing. This is soccer, not group therapy."


    Felix snorted, his jaw tense as he stared at Lucas with an icy stare.


    "I won''t let you do that again." Felix narrowed his eyes. "Now, my only target here is you."


    With his broad muscles and imposing stance, Felix blocked any attempt by Lucas to gain more ground.


    Lucas knew that the only way to escape his mark would be to attempt a dribble. His body leaned to the right to try to trick Felix into going, and then he cut back to the left and attempted a cross into the box. However, Felix was not just any player. His wingspan allowed him to cover great distances quickly, and his intelligence on the pitch was equal to the situation.


    He read Lucas'' intention and reacted immediately, using his body to block the path. The clash between the two was inevitable. Felix used the weight of his strong physique to push Lucas, enough to destabilize him without committing a foul, but strong enough to send a clear message.


    Lucas staggered, but managed to stay on his feet and keep control of the ball. He tried once more to advance, turning his body to create an angle, but Felix was there, ready for any move.


    "It''s not going to be that easy, kid. You took Otto out of the game, but it''s going to be different with me."


    Lucas gritted his teeth, annoyed.


    Felix wasn''t just physically strong; he had an incredible reading of the game. It was like trying to get past a wall that was constantly changing position to block your advance. Every time Lucas thought he had found a gap, Felix was there, anticipating the next move. However, Lucas didn''t need to try to find an answer on his own, after all, he had just gained a skill that could help him with that.


    ''That''s it! It''s the perfect time to use <Risk Analysis>!''

 Chapter 75 74 - Felix

    Invisible lines, almost like translucent nylon threads, began to manifest themselves in the field. They cut across the pitch in various directions, outlining possible trajectories, paths, and passing options that Lucas would never have considered otherwise. Some of these lines seemed obvious, such as direct passes to teammates who were relatively free.But others were incredibly subtle, appearing only if certain conditions were met ¡ª a slight movement by an opponent, a repositioning by a teammate, a momentary distraction that created a temporary gap. It was as if he was seeing the game through an enhanced tactical lens.


    ''That''s extraordinary. Lucas thought, absorbing the avalanche of information without discomfort.


    He could see the weaknesses in the field, the holes in the defenses that, at first glance, weren''t noticeable to anyone. Now, with <Risk Analysis>, he had a clear vision of how to exploit each of these points.


    Felix continued to block his advance from the back, arms ready to physically thwart any dribbling attempt. He had no idea that Lucas had entered a new level of perception, but he noticed that something had changed in his opponent when a smile crossed Lucas'' face.


    Lucas''s body moved naturally, following the path of one of the passing lines that only he could see. He pretended to move to the right again, but this time, instead of trying to cut to the left, he moved the ball back slightly, enough for Felix to take a step forward, taking the bait.


    In the next second, Lucas turned his body in one fluid movement, moving to the opposite side and cutting the line Felix had created.


    Felix, for all his intelligence, took an extra second to realize the trick. Before he knew it, Lucas had already passed him, leaving the sturdy defender behind. The shock on Felix''s face was clear. He tried to run after Lucas, but although he was stronger, he was no faster.


    Now free on the wing, Lucas raised his head and saw a new series of lines forming. The next decision was crucial: cross the ball into the box or attempt a direct advance on the goal? The A-Team''s defense was beginning to reorganize, and he needed to act fast.


    One of the strands that stood out shone brighter, a clear indication that this was the best option available. It was an arcing cross for William, the small striker from Team B who had managed that absurd finish for the first goal. William didn''t raise his hand or shout to signal that he was ready, yet somehow Lucas knew that William would be able to finish, anyway.


    He was about to pass, when suddenly something else caught his eye. S§×arch* The N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Another line appeared, almost imperceptibly. It didn''t go directly to William, but to defender Luiz Fernando, who was moving quickly towards the edge of the box. Team A''s defense was completely focused on William, waiting for an immediate cross. No one was paying attention to a defender coming from behind, like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike.


    Lucas smiled internally. It was a risky move, but with the <Risk Analysis> skill, he knew it was the most effective option. It was one of those opportunities that only come along once in the whole game.


    With a light touch, he crossed a little harder than he should have if he was crossing this ball to William. So, when the ball flew past the defenders in an unreachable way, they thought Lucas had missed the pass when, in fact, Luiz Fernando, as if following a script, advanced quickly near the second post, received the ball on his chest and played it onto his right foot.


    Coach Jimenez, who was watching the scene from the sidelines, opened his eyes wide. "These boys... They really understand the game."


    Luiz Fernando, now in possession of the ball, had the goal at his mercy. Every Team A player was out of position, running desperately to try and cover the space left, but Luiz Fernando, in those moments, lifted his right foot and sent the ball towards the bottom right corner of the goal.


    The goalkeeper, who had been poorly positioned due to the previous confusion, desperately tried to throw himself to one side, but it was too late. The ball was in the net. The sound of the ball hitting the back of the net was followed by a chorus of celebration from Lucas'' teammates. Experience new tales on empire


    Lucas, still catching his breath, smiled. Not only had he beaten Felix, but he had led the decisive move that took his team to victory.


    On the other side of the pitch, Otto watched in silence. Defeat was visible in his eyes, but now he understood something, something that many of those players on the pitch were also beginning to understand. Lucas was no ordinary player.


    He had something special, something that Otto still couldn''t understand because, from one second to the next, he seemed to find the answer he was looking for to get out from under Felix''s strong marking.


    Felix approached Lucas with a serious expression. He stopped in front of Lucas, his eyes fixed on his for a long moment. Felix held out his hand.


    "You play good soccer." said Felix.


    Lucas was surprised and shook Felix''s hand. "So do you. That marking over there was hard to get a shot away from. Fortunately, someone came forward to receive it."


    "I know. That kind of tackle is my specialty. Still, you managed to get out in the very first clash. Ah~ So scary." Felix commented as they walked towards midfield. Lucas needed to get back to his team''s part of the pitch.


    Lucas laughed at Felix''s last comment. He never imagined that a defender with such a solid concept would call him scary.


    "But, Tanaka, if I were you, I''d be more worried about that last assist than happy." Felix returned to his serious tone and harsh voice.


    Lucas looked out of the corner of his eye. "Is that so? Why do you say that?"


    "Do you know the lantern fish? It''s a fish that lives in the deepest regions of the sea, in the abyss. It''s the one from that animated movie that has a light hanging from an antenna on its head. To ordinary fish, it''s a voracious predator. But do you know what his problem is?


    He''s not the only abyssal predator in that region and, shining so brightly, the others are obviously going to see him as the most obvious prey."


    When Lucas returned to his side of the pitch, he understood what Felix meant. The eyes of all the opponents were fixed on him. It wasn''t just a quick analysis of a player who had just made a brilliant assist. It was more than that. They were long, voracious stares. Lucas could feel the hostility like a silent tide rising up and engulfing him.


    His heart raced a little, not out of fear, but out of a slow, uncomfortable realization of what was happening.


    What''s more, Lucas could also feel the stares in the back of his head, as if the whole field was now focused on him in a different way. Before, it was a positive highlight, an admiration for having provided an assist. Now, it was as if he was a target. Every player, opponent or teammate seemed to be assessing their own chances of overshadowing Lucas in some way.


    That''s what tryouts did to players: they forced them to compete not only with their opponents, but with their own teammates. It was a game within a game.


    The defender, with that enigmatic smile and the lantern fish metaphor, had already given a clear warning.


    "You''re shining, Lucas. And now everyone''s going to want to extinguish that glow."


    On the other side of the pitch, Jimenez''s main assistant coach, a middle-aged man with hair already starting to frizz on the sides, was watching the pitch. He had seen it so many times before. Every year, it was the same. When a player stood out too much at the start of a decisive game, it was as if the whole field turned against him.


    No matter how brilliant, the other players¡ªboth from the opposing team and from his own team ¡ª began to act like predators circling their prey.


    The assistant, called Rodrigo, crossed his arms, letting out a sigh of mild frustration. He knew what would happen next. It was a repetitive cycle. The defenders would leave gaps on purpose, only to recover the ball in dramatic fashion. The goalkeeper would position himself badly on purpose, just to make a spectacular save and attract attention.


    And worst of all: the passes to the player who stood out most at the start, in this case Lucas, would simply cease. Each player on the pitch would start acting for their own benefit, trying to stand out individually, and it wouldn''t matter what was best for the team.


    "These boys... always the same story," thought Rodrigo aloud.


    He knew that this was detrimental to the team''s performance, but it was something that happened in almost every try-out. The players wanted to prove that they were worthy of a place in the first team, and often did so at the expense of their own teammates.

 Chapter 76 75 - Lone Wolf

    The midfielder, who normally links defense and attack, received the ball and, without even hesitating, turned the play to the other end. Lucas raised his hand, calling for a pass, but was ignored.He looked around, trying to make sense of the situation. The ball was being kept away from him on purpose. It was just as Felix had warned. Team A, who had previously been marking aggressively, retreated slightly, concentrating more on covering the other sectors of the pitch. They were testing Team B.


    ''Why don''t they pass the ball?'' Lucas thought. It was frustrating. He knew he had the ability to make a dangerous move like before, but he couldn''t do it without the ball.


    Assistant Rodrigo scratched his chin, shaking his head slowly.


    "Those boys..." Rodrigo muttered as he crossed his arms.


    Lucas watched helplessly as the minutes passed without a single ball reaching him. The opposing defenders occasionally approached him, but it wasn''t like before. They knew that Lucas was in no danger as long as he didn''t have the ball. Obviously, he began to get restless, his feet tapping lightly on the turf while his eyes followed the rhythm of the match.


    The game was passing quickly, but nothing involved him. He tried to shout to his teammates, calling for a long pass, but the moves seemed to take place in a parallel universe to his own.


    "Come on, guys, I''m here! Play!" Lucas shouted, slapping his thigh in frustration, but no one seemed to hear him. "They''re avoiding me... All of them..."


    In midfield, Phelip, the midfielder, again ignored his run from the back. He laid the ball off to Nathan on the right wing, who, instead of triangulating, tried a risky dribble. He lost the ball once again.


    Jimenez, the coach, knew what was happening, but in a test like this, it wasn''t just individual talent that was being assessed. Teamwork, the ability to deal with pressure ¡ª all of that was at stake.


    "Rodrigo, what do you think the boy is going to do now?" Jimenez asked his assistant.


    "If he''s smart, he''ll stay calm. Lucas needs to understand that it''s part of the game. If he loses his head, he''ll end his chances on his own. But if he''s too patient, well, the game will be over and, just like many in previous years, he''ll be seen as a player who ran out of steam quickly."


    Despite not receiving passes, Lucas continued to run around the pitch while putting himself in easy passing positions. Every second he went without receiving the ball was a blow to his pride, but also fuel to keep looking for a game.


    On the other side of the pitch, Mark Tanner, the A-Team''s left-winger, was clearly aware of the situation. Of course, he had already noticed Lucas'' absence from the play. Normally, the young striker was a constant threat, but at that moment, it was as if he had been erased from the game. Mark exchanged glances with Raphael Portiolli, another A-Team player.


    "That''s not right, is it? Why aren''t you passing to him?" Raphael muttered as he walked alongside Mark without taking his eyes off the ball.


    Mark, older and more experienced, shrugged. "Who knows? But you can tell they''re doing it on purpose."


    When Raphael crossed paths with Nathan, he asked: "Why are you ignoring Lucas? He''s free all the time."


    Nathan turned around, panting, sweat dripping down his forehead. "It''s obvious, man. It''s not just him who''s being evaluated here. Everyone needs a chance to show what they can do."


    Raphael took a step forward. "This makes no sense! You''re sabotaging the game! You can''t impress anyone playing like this. Soccer isn''t about one player shining; it''s about the whole team working! And you''re not working!"


    Nathan crossed his arms dismissively and said, "Oh, please. You know what they want to see. Lucas isn''t Messi. If he can''t create anything on his own, then maybe he''s not the player you think he is. They told me you played the second half together. Are you sorry because you were carried here by him?"


    Raphael clenched his fists. "You''re wrong... Nobody creates alone, not even Messi! He depends on his teammates to make the game flow. If you''re sabotaging him, it''s not just him who will lose. You''ll all look bad.


    Brighton''s coaches aren''t idiots; they know how to see the whole picture."


    Nathan laughed sarcastically, tossing his wet hair back. "You don''t understand anything about how soccer really works."


    "If soccer is about hand-picking who you''re going to sabotage to make yourself look better, then I really don''t understand anything about it."


    However, Lucas, who was too far away to hear the conversation between Raphael and Nathan, didn''t let it get him down. After all, the others were ignoring him? Well, that was a good thing, because it was when the challenges began and the odds were stacked against him that this decided to show up.


    [New Secondary Mission!]


    [Secondary Mission Name: Lone Wolf


    Description: You were playing well, but your teammates suddenly chose not to pass to you anymore. That''s a shame. However, it would be embarrassing for them if you picked up the ball and scored a goal yourself, without depending on anyone, wouldn''t it?


    Goal: Score at least one goal without giving a pass or cross past midfield against Team A.


    Rewards:


    + 70-Star Points.


    + 15 Attribute Points.


    + Legendary Loot Box].


    The mission was clear, but not as simple as the Champion System made it seem. Lucas wasn''t a dribbling or finishing specialist. In fact, most of his skills were only useful when he worked as part of a team. However, if he could mix all the skills he had received so far to score a single goal without anyone else, it wasn''t impossible. He just needed to think carefully.


    From the bench, coach Jimenez was observing. "The boy is reading the game. Let''s see what he does now."


    Lucas began to analyze his options. If he couldn''t rely on passing, he would have to infiltrate space, make an interception, and then start running.


    Team A was tactically very predictable, and that was to be expected after they had only been playing together for a few minutes. As excellent players, they knew how to pass efficiently and safely, without creating too many risks, and with Otto in midfield, they were a team that fit together.


    Unlike at the start, it was also going to be difficult for Lucas to steal the ball, mainly because Felix was very attentive.


    This time, Lucas couldn''t think he was smarter than the other opposing players. It was then, while looking at his own team''s pitch, that Lucas remembered a teammate with whom he had exchanged a few sentences.


    "Daniel!" Lucas approached, going to pick up the ball from Team B''s defense practically.


    Daniel, the brown-haired boy who had looked so scared at the start of the competition, looked up and, seeing Lucas, was startled. Immediately, he remembered what Nathan had whispered to him: S~ea??h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Don''t pass the ball, otherwise they''ll be too focused on defense there and won''t even get forward here, so you can show up for the coach and prove yourself capable..."


    Daniel broke out in a cold sweat. He wanted to pass the ball to Lucas at the same time as he didn''t want to.


    ''You don''t look like a bad person, Lucas...'' Daniel thought and had the ball under his right foot ready to turn and pass to another player on his team, but at that moment his eyes unconsciously looked at coach Jimenez, and he realized that if he didn''t pass to Lucas, it would be very obvious what they were up to. ''Ah, fuck Nathan.''


    *Thof*


    With a quick pass on the right side of his foot, Daniel gave the ball to Lucas, who smiled when he saw the ball heading in his direction. However, at that moment, he felt an overwhelming presence at his back, like a demon that had been waiting for this.


    Lucas, without even having touched the ball yet, used <Mirage Feint> and so, when he caught the ball, he seemed to melt away like a ghost from the marking of Felix who, confused, saw Lucas take hold of the ball, turn and run towards Team A''s field in milliseconds.


    "WHAT?! How?!"


    Carrying the ball, Lucas didn''t see the open field to run into as he normally did when he played on the left wing. It wasn''t just about running and crossing. And fortunately, he was more used to that than most people in that gym knew. After all, Lucas had only become a striker a few weeks ago.


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 Chapter 77 76 - Team A versus Team B

    Lucas ran towards Team A''s field with the ball glued to his foot as if it were part of his body. Adrenaline was pulsing through his veins and sweat was dripping down his forehead, but he remained absolutely focused.Felix, still dazed by the speed with which Lucas had broken free, tightened his grip, sticking to him like a shadow. People around the pitch began to murmur, theorizing.


    Coach Jimenez leaned forward on the bench with his eyes fixed on Lucas'' every move.


    "Is he going to try a pass or is he going to go it alone?" Jimenez asked himself, without taking his eyes off the action.


    Lucas, however, wasn''t stupid. He knew he wouldn''t have the freedom to go much further with the ball without a direct confrontation. Besides, Felix was determined to stop him, and the space in front of Lucas was starting to close up as other A-Team players moved forward to reinforce the defense. He couldn''t rely on speed or technique alone this time.


    So Lucas activated his <Risk Analysis> skill. His field of vision seemed to expand, as if every player on the pitch had their intentions drawn in front of them in invisible lines. Felix''s possible movements, the other defenders approaching, even the goalkeeper''s positioning ¡ª everything was processed in the blink of an eye.


    ''I need a single moment of imbalance to create confusion and score,'' thought Lucas.


    He slowed down slightly, making it look like he was about to try a simple dribble. Felix fell into the trap, trying to anticipate the move. It was then that Lucas activated <Mirage Feint> once again. His body seemed to vibrate for a split second, creating the illusion that he was going right, while he quickly moved left, leaving Felix perplexed.


    The defender stretched out his arm to try and catch Lucas, but it was too late.


    He had now passed the midfield, so he saw the last line of defense closing in fast. There was no room for a shot yet. If he wanted to shoot from that distance, he''d have to be the very reincarnation of Roberto Carlos or Cristiano Ronaldo, because he''d need a tremendous amount of strength in his dominant leg.


    Soon, the chief defender approached, spreading his arms to try to block his advance.


    "You''re not getting through!" shouted the boy.


    Lucas wasted no time ¡ª he activated <Short Dribble> again, adjusting the direction of the ball with a minimal movement of his feet. Thus, a short, quick step saw him slip to the defender''s right, leaving the defender behind. However, as he passed through the defense, another defender appeared, determined to stop him from advancing.


    "Let''s see if you can handle it..." The second defender threw his body at Lucas.


    Normally, Lucas would be thrown to the ground by any defender, because he didn''t have a natural physique of strength, but at that moment, he used a skill he had been given and had never used before.


    ''<Titanic Weight>!''


    For a second, Lucas'' body transformed. He felt his muscles thicken, his weight double and then triple. This ability gave him a body weight of over 120 kilos. It felt strange, as if he were trapped inside heavy armor, unable to move with agility. He knew he couldn''t sustain this ability for long, but he didn''t need to. Just a second was enough.


    The impact happened. The defender tried to push him out of the play, but the defender ran into a wall of sheer force.


    The defender grunted at the shock of the contact, feeling unable to move Lucas, who had become an anchor in the middle of the pitch. As a result, he was left behind. At that exact moment, Lucas deactivated <Titanic Weight>, regaining the agility he had lost.


    Lucas was closer to the goal than ever.


    Team A''s goalkeeper was already in position, with his eyes on the ball, anticipating what would come next.


    Lucas knew he couldn''t shoot from far away; he had to get even closer. But the space was getting smaller and smaller, and every second counted against him. He took a few more steps forward and saw that a third defender was in front of him, lighter and more agile than the other two, because it was Aidan Perry, the left-back.


    Lucas knew that this could be the last obstacle before he had a real chance of scoring, but Lucas didn''t want to risk it.


    So Lucas swung his leg, his whole body synchronized for the perfect shot. His right foot hit the ball hard, and it flew towards the bottom corner of the goal, an almost unstoppable trajectory. Almost.


    The goalkeeper stretched as far as he could, his hands outstretched like claws. And then, with a stroke of luck and skill, he managed to touch the ball with his fingertips. The impact deflected the shot just enough for the ball to hit the post and go out over the back line.


    The sound of the ball hitting the post echoed across the pitch, a metallic wail that resonated amid the momentary silence of the crowd.


    Lucas stopped running, panting, watching as the goalkeeper stood up with a satisfied smile on his face. He had made the save.


    Jimenez sank into his seat, his hands covering his face for a brief moment. The coach couldn''t believe what had just happened. Lucas had gone through the entire defense, done everything right, and yet... he hadn''t finished perfectly.


    Lucas rested his hands on his thighs as he tried to catch his breath. But his mind wasn''t focused on tiredness or pain. What was bothering him was the fact that he hadn''t managed to score. It wasn''t the team he blamed. It wasn''t his teammates who hadn''t kept up with him. No.


    It was his fault.


    He clenched his teeth, frustrated with himself. He stomped hard on the ground, sinking his boots into the grass and scattering dirt around him. The feeling of helplessness was bitter, but he didn''t allow himself to succumb to it. He knew that this mistake couldn''t be the end. There was more time, more opportunities. He just needed to pull himself together.


    Jimenez watched him intently from the bench. The coach saw something that surprised him in Lucas: the boy wasn''t desperate or discouraged. On the contrary. Lucas wasn''t railing against his own team either. He wasn''t blaming anyone but himself, and Jimenez knew that mentality was rare.


    "This kid is going to go far. He knows he''s responsible for his own destiny on the pitch."


    Nathan and Luiz Fernando stood near the halfway line, their hands resting on their hips as they exchanged glances.


    Nathan rubbed his forehead with his forearm, wiping away the sweat running down his tanned skin.


    "Did you see that?" muttered Nathan to Luiz Fernando, still trying to process what he had just witnessed. "The bastard is playing like he''s alone against the A Team."


    Luiz Fernando was a little more empathetic. He was watching Lucas, who was still in the opponent''s goal area, his shoulders rising and falling with heavy breathing. Lucas''s countenance was tense, as if he was going over every detail of the play in his mind, looking for where he had failed.


    Luiz Fernando noticed Lucas'' penetrating gaze towards the crossbar and, for a moment, thought he was talking to himself. A silent conversation, but clearly an important one.


    "He almost did it... on his own. But we didn''t support him." S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "We can''t ignore him any longer." William suddenly said loudly.


    Everyone around him on the pitch heard, including Nathan, who raised his eyebrows in the dugout.


    William rarely spoke with such conviction. In fact, he rarely spoke or looked at the people around him. But at that moment, it seemed impossible to contain his feelings.


    "If we don''t start playing for him, we won''t be able to win."


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    Daniel, who was standing nearby, ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair and said:


    "He''s right. Lucas did what he could... and us? We just watched."


    The surrounding players nodded in agreement. The A-Team weren''t just any opponents.


    Jimenez smiled as he noticed the change in mood among his players. He had always believed that a great team was made up of players who knew when to support each other and when to take a step back to allow someone else to shine. And now, those players were beginning to understand that.


    However, Lucas didn''t want that, as he still wanted to go it alone to secure the reward for this mission.


    ''A Legendary Loot Box... What kind of cards can come in a Loot Box like that? I want this more than victory now. It doesn''t matter if I don''t pass this sieve. With the abilities of a Legendary Loot Box, I''m sure I''ll reach a new level.'' Lucas thought as he watched Team A go on the counter-attack. ''I just need to get the ball back behind midfield and do everything I did last time.


    Of course, I was very lucky that the dribbling worked and the Titanic Weight are for daily use only. However, they''ll hesitate next time, and I certainly won''t miss the shot.''

 Chapter 78 77 - End of the Test

    "The son of a bitch is good..." he muttered to himself, shaking his head in a slight, bitter laugh.Lucas walked back to the center of the field with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. As he passed the center circle, he heard Nathan, the boy with the long brown hair.


    "It was a good move, but... it''s good to pass the ball, okay?" Nathan''s voice was cold and direct, like an order.


    Lucas just nodded, focused. "Relax, Nathan. I''m just doing what I have to."


    The ball rolled again after the goal, and Team A began to advance with possession. The atmosphere among the players remained charged, and Team B knew there was no room for relaxation. After all, even though they were two goals up again, they were still being watched.


    Lucas began to play closer to midfield. He knew the pressure would come now, with the opposition trying to regain control of the game and he no longer having a mission to fulfill. He looked at Willian, who was positioned a little further forward, ready to receive the ball.


    "Willian, move back a bit more!" exclaimed Lucas, casting a quick, serious glance at his colleague. sea??h th§× N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Willian, although reluctant, nodded, moving to a more central position, close to Lucas.


    As soon as the ball reached Lucas, he gave Willian a quick pass, indicating with a slight nod to follow. Willian took the ball and advanced a few steps, but soon saw his opponent''s pressure approaching. In an almost automatic reflex, he gave the ball back to Lucas, who now had the space he needed to create a new move.


    Lucas controlled the ball and, without hurrying, looked to his right, where Nathan was running across the field.


    And so the rest of the second half continued. Lucas, further back, took charge of the midfield and Team B''s attacks. This helped them score a few more goals, but it didn''t stop them from conceding another.


    In the end, the game ended 5-3 to Team B. The players gathered in the center of the pitch, sweaty, their faces glowing with exhaustion and the sincere smile of someone who had just given their all on the pitch. Between quick greetings and exchanged glances of enmity, Team B discreetly celebrated their victory, but there was no exaggerated euphoria.


    Lucas was panting, his hands resting on his knees. "I think I might have done it..."


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    It was then that Jaminez, the observant and serious coach, began to walk towards the group. He was a man of striking presence, with skin lightly marked by the sun, a cap and a thin beard wrapped around his chin. He was the kind of trainer who, without having to raise his voice, could achieve absolute silence in a crowded room.


    The group instinctively stopped talking and turned their attention to Jaminez. He stopped right in the center, where he could look at each of the boys, who were now staring at him expectantly.


    "You all have talent. That''s the least I can say after what I''ve seen here today."


    Murmurs of excitement and smiles of satisfaction began to appear on the surrounding faces, but he held up one hand, asking for silence.


    "Today we weren''t just here to see who can dribble or shoot. We wanted to see who can play. Those who understand that soccer is more than individual skills. And who has the mindset to work as a team, even if that means making personal sacrifices."


    Lucas felt the weight of that look, but Jaminez''s gaze moved quickly and was now on Nathan.


    "Some of you already have this more developed mentality, but I need you all to understand something. When you take the field, you are part of a team. And a team works best when each part understands its role."


    Nathan nodded slightly.


    "I''ll be honest, we were only planning to take two or three players, because our base is full and we needed specific pieces. Now, I already think that making a final decision won''t be easy. We have recordings of the complete match, and we''ll analyze your every move and your every decision on the pitch.


    From what I''ve seen, there are some of you who are ready physically but not psychologically, while others have things on the pitch that need to be worked on, but their heads are centered. In any case, the answer will come tomorrow. We know that many of you have high expectations, but you''re going to have to be a little patient."


    The players exchanged glances, some clearly apprehensive, others more confident. Lucas felt he''d had a great game, with two assists and a goal, but it was impossible to say whether he''d passed or not because he''d gone so many minutes without touching the ball.


    "And once again, congratulations. Regardless of the result, you showed some excellent soccer today."


    At the end of his words, he took a few steps back and walked away, allowing the group to disperse again. The players began to relax a little, talking to each other again, some smiling and others quieter, thinking about the assessment that was to come the next day.


    Lucas felt a firm hand on his shoulder and turned to look at Raphael, who was smiling at him with a glint of admiration in his eye.


    "Hey, man, nice game. I think you bossed the midfield in that final, eh?" said Raphael, giving Lucas a friendly punch on the arm.


    Lucas laughed, returning the gesture with a gentle tap on his colleague''s shoulder. "You scored your goal too, didn''t you? Anyway, man, it was good working with you on the second test," replied Lucas, genuinely.


    But between the voices and the smiles, Lucas felt a pair of eyes fixed in his direction. He looked over and saw Felix, who until then had been his fiercest opponent, walking slowly towards him.


    Felix was the kind of player who commanded respect just by being on the pitch. Tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a focused expression, he stood out for his seriousness and intense posture. Throughout the game, he had been the rock in Lucas''s shoe, blocking his path and contesting every ball with an almost relentless tenacity.


    "Lucas." Felix stopped a few steps away. "I wanted to congratulate you on your game."


    "Thanks, Felix. You played very well too. It was hard to get past you, to tell you the truth."


    Felix let out a short laugh, almost in disbelief. "I guess that was the point, huh?" He uncrossed his arms and, with a nod, indicated for Lucas to move a little away from the group so that they could talk in private.


    Lucas nodded and the two of them walked a few meters away, stopping near the side of the pitch. "You know, I''ve never cared much for being in the spotlight, but... you''ve managed to find a way to break down our line, to lead the game, even without touching the ball so much. That''s not something I see very often."


    "Thanks, Felix. And I think that without you in defense, the score would have been different." Lucas replied sincerely. Lucas replied sincerely, "You challenged me all the time. In fact, I think the game was so competitive because you were there."


    The comment made Felix laugh lightly, and he shook his head. "I don''t know if that''s a compliment or a reminder that I need to improve. But, you know, these selection competitions are complicated. It was the first time and the last time we''ll be on the same pitch with all these guys."


    "That''s true. In the end, it is what it is."


    Lucas''s comment made a smile appear at the corner of Felix''s lips. "I''m not very good with words, but... thanks, Lucas. I think I managed to show them a lot of my soccer."


    Lucas accepted the compliment, shaking Felix''s hand firmly.


    After changing and putting his uniform away, Lucas left Brighton''s training center, crossing the main gate towards the exit. The sky was tinged with orange and purple, the sun setting over the fields which, just a few minutes ago, had witnessed several tests. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and looked ahead, spotting someone waiting for him.


    His father was there, standing on the sidewalk, but what really caught Lucas'' eye was the vehicle he was on: a classic black motorcycle, shiny and elegant, as if it had just come from an antique car show. His helmet was hanging off the side, and John, his father, was sitting on the seat, watching him with a half-smile that he reserved for very few occasions.


    Lucas stopped, blinking a few times, trying to process what he was seeing. He knew that his father drove cars ¡ª always the old sedan he had owned since he was a child. But motorcycles?


    John raised an eyebrow, interpreting Lucas'' look. "What? Didn''t you think your old dad still had style?"


    Lucas laughed, shaking his head as he approached. "You never told me you knew how to ride a motorcycle. I didn''t think that was you."


    John sighed, making a dramatic gesture as he smoothed the bike''s tank like someone caressing a hidden treasure. "Yeah, your dad''s got a few tricks up his sleeve. And, to be honest, it was exactly this bike that won your mother over years ago."


    "Exactly?"


    "Okay, not exactly, because this one is a rental. But it was one very similar to this one. So? How was the test?"


    "I think I''ve joined the team."

 Chapter 79 78 - Double Date

    "I think I''ve joined the team.""J-joined the team... How can you tell me that so calmly?!"


    Lucas lowered his gaze, lightly kicking the ground as if trying to find the right words. "It''s just that, to be honest, I don''t know exactly how I feel about it," he admitted, and the hesitation in his voice took John by surprise. "I want it. I want to play for Brighton and live here in England, so that I have a better chance of becoming a professional footballer.


    But part of me knows that this will mean me missing out on a big part of Hana''s childhood, and I''ll be far away from you and Mom."


    "Of course it''s quite a change, son. Living in another country, facing new challenges... You don''t have to rush to find out how it feels. But I know you''ve worked hard to get here."


    Lucas nodded, forcing a smile. "I know, Dad. And I think I played a good game today. It''s just that now, with everything so close... well, the idea of a new life in England seems a bit... surreal."


    "You know, son, I went through similar situations when I was younger. Insecurity is part of it, and it''s okay not to have the answers now. But for now, how about we celebrate? We''ll get to the hotel, and you can tell me everything calmly."


    Agreeing, Lucas got on the back of the bike, and they set off in the direction of the hotel. The wind blew in his face as he enjoyed the scenery of the dark forests that flanked the long road connecting the Brighton CT region to the Brighton city center.


    When they arrived at the hotel, they had a bite to eat, and John listened to everything Lucas had to say ¡ª how each stage of the trial had gone, the opponents he had met, the problems and fears.


    In the end, the father gave his son some advice that reassured him. Afterward, John asked if Lucas wanted to go and relax in the spa, but Lucas said he would go back to his room and try to get some rest. Soon, night had completely fallen, and the city lit up outside. Lucas went out onto the balcony, where a light night breeze was blowing, cooling him off and swaying his hair.


    Then his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Checking it, he came across a message from an unknown number.


    [Unknown: Hey, Lucas! Raphael Portiolli here. I got your number from one of the club''s employees. Are you busy?]


    Lucas was surprised by the message from the unexpected sender. He hadn''t expected to hear from Raphael so soon, let alone speak to him. He thought for a second before replying, his fingers typing quickly.


    [Lucas *-*: Hi, Raphael. I''m not busy, really. I''m just at the hotel. I''m not from the city, so I don''t know much around here].


    Raphael: Then come to the mall nearby! You can''t be stuck in the hotel tonight, can you? I need to take my mind off the results too.


    Lucas *-*: Closed. Which mall are you in?]


    *


    Minutes later, Lucas had already warned John, got ready and was at one of the entrances to the shopping center, which was not far from the hotel Lucas was staying at.


    Even though it was late at night, the place was packed, with families, friends and couples laughing and enjoying the evening.


    Lucas adjusted the collar of his jacket and looked around when someone tapped him lightly on the shoulder. Lucas turned and saw Raphael, smiling, wearing a simple black T-shirt and jeans. They were basically the same height.


    "Hey, man. Glad you could make it."


    "Thanks for inviting me. It''s a great way to forget some of the tension of waiting for the results."


    "Of course. If I stay at home, I''ll go crazy. We need to distract ourselves, and this mall is the perfect place for that. There''s everything here!" Raphael said as he led Lucas inside the mall, where the air was lightly scented with the classic bittersweet smell of shopping.


    As they walked, the two chatted about the sifting process, with Raphael sharing his thoughts and so on. Soon, the conversation turned to experiences in soccer.


    "Oh man, once I was so nervous that I lost track of time and almost didn''t get on the pitch. My parents went crazy!"


    Lucas laughed out loud. "I know what it''s like. You can get anxious just imagining it."


    "The responsibility I have as the youngest sibling between two brothers who didn''t make it as players... It''s quite a responsibility." Raphael said in a more serious tone. "But we''ll manage. The hardest part is over."


    Lucas nodded, taking the words as encouragement for himself too. After a few minutes of chatting, they stopped in front of a snack bar to order something to drink, and Lucas decided to order a sparkling water, while Raphael chose a soft drink. They paid and were walking away from the counter to wait for their ticket to be called when Lucas looked over and saw a girl who looked strangely familiar.


    She was wearing sunglasses and a white cap that hid most of her face, but Lucas recognized the soft laugh. It was Lucy Griffin, the girl he had bumped into in the morning when he was looking for Brighton''s training center.


    Lucy saw him instantly and stopped, surprised to find him again. She waved shyly and Lucas returned the greeting. They were just over a meter apart, so he heard when her friend asked:


    "Do you know each other?"


    "Yes, it''s the boy from the k-pop band."


    Lucas laughed, a little awkwardly, and allowed himself to be intruded into their conversation ¡ª after all, it was about him. "For your information, I''m not even Korean. I''m Japanese. And I''m not in a band, but thanks for the compliment... I guess."


    Lucy laughed and opened her mouth to reply, but Raphael, standing next to her, snorted slightly uncomfortably, drawing their attention.


    "Excuse me, girls," he said, as he gently pulled Lucas by the arm so that they were a little further away from Lucy. "Can we talk for a second?"


    Lucas raised an eyebrow, confused, but consented. Then they moved a few centimeters to the side and Raphael asked:


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    "Dude, where do you know Lucy from?"


    Lucas scratched the back of his head, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Oh, we met this morning... It was kind of accidental. I was looking for Brighton''s training center and, well, I bumped into her on the way. Do you know her? Is she a friend of yours?"


    Raphael let out a soft, slightly incredulous laugh. "A-friend? No, Lucas, she''s famous. Lucy Griffin is a swimming prodigy. She''s been on the cover of almost every sport''s magazine in the UK over the last few months. She''s basically Britain''s hope for the next Olympics."


    The revelation made Lucas arch his eyebrows in surprise. He looked at Lucy, who was now chatting distractedly with a friend next to the cafeteria.


    "That must be why she''s wearing sunglasses and a cap. That girl is followed by fans and paparazzi everywhere." Raphael added.


    "And to think I bumped into her as if she were just anyone out there. I guess I''m a bit lucky."


    Surprisingly, Willow, at that moment, received a new mission.


    [New Secondary Mission!]


    [Mission Name: Double Date


    Description: Raphael is a surprisingly shy boy and has never been on a date with a girl, just like you. As you''re trying to change your life, it would be nice to help out a colleague.


    Objective 1: Turn this casual outing between friends into a double date with Lucy Griffin and her friend.


    Objective 2: (Complete objective 1 to reveal).


    Objective 3: (Complete objective 2 to reveal).


    Rewards:


    + 2 Mystery Cards].


    A drop of sweat trickled down Lucas''s forehead. ''This system puts me in every situation sometimes... It would be easier to do this if I hadn''t discovered that Lucy is famous.''


    At any other time, turning a friend''s outing into a "double date" would seem insane, but he had already faced absurd situations because of the system, and somehow it always worked out. Besides, Raphael seemed like a good guy, and it might be fun to help out his new friend.


    He scratched the back of his head, mentally rehearsing how to propose the idea: ''Just act naturally.''


    "Hey, man, how about we invite the girls to join us? You know, the night''s only just begun and... well, it could be fun."


    "Invite them? Like that... to go out with us?"


    "Why not? It''s just a casual outing. And, who knows, maybe we can count it as a way of dealing with the anxiety about the results."


    Raphael glanced at Lucy and her friend, who were still talking near the cafeteria, laughing at something her friend had said. "Okay... okay, but you talk to them, I can''t!" he whispered, his face slightly red.


    Lucas approached the girls again, and Lucy noticed him and stopped the conversation with a curious smile.


    "Girls, I''m sorry, but you''re from around town, right?"


    "Yes." Lucy agreed.


    "As you know, Lucy, I''m new here. I was wondering, would you like to join us? It''s a great night, and my friend and I don''t know anything."


    Lucy exchanged a quick glance with her friend, who gave her an excited smile. S~ea??h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Oh, it''ll be fun, Lu," said her friend, nudging her lightly with her elbow. "You don''t meet nice guys like that every day."


    Lucy laughed, turning to Lucas. "Well then, why not? That would be great."

 Chapter 80 79 - The Last Hope

    Lucas had never been on a double date in his entire life. So this time with Raphael, Lucy, and her friend was the first time, and he was a little nervous."Eh? Are you Japanese? Like, really?" The girl asked as she walked alongside Lucas.


    Her name was Samantha. She had short brown hair, a close bow in the front strands of her hair, and an easy smile.


    Lucas put a hand on the back of his head and smiled nervously. "Y-yes. I''ve only been here in England for two days."


    "Wow, but you don''t have that accent typical of when Japanese people speak English in anime..." she continued.


    "That''s because I practiced and studied pronunciations and so on a lot." Lucas said and then thought: ''I just can''t tell her that I studied pronunciation so much because I wanted the overseas people at my marketing agency to consider me for a position abroad so I could get rid of that damn boss of mine.''


    "Hey, look, look!" Lucy suddenly said and trotted over to a shop window.


    The window in question was a games store and had several action figures of characters from famous video game franchises below a large television showing a professional game-play of a fighting game.


    "They''ve finally put in an action figure of Joel from The Last Hope," Lucy continued, leaning on the display with both hands and looking impressed as the glasses slipped down to the tip of her nose.


    "Do you like that?" Lucas asked, approaching the display case too.


    "Do I like it? It''s my favorite single-player campaign!" She turned and said. In fact, her eyes were twinkling as she said it, which made it clear that she was quite serious.


    "Really? And what did you think of..." Lucas was about to say when he suddenly stopped. ''Damn... I was about to talk about Joel''s death at the beginning of the second game, but it''s 2017 and the second game wasn''t released until 2020. Sometimes I forget that...''


    "Death of...?" She leaned closer to Lucas and asked.


    "The death of that rabbit at the end of the game. I saw some streamers playing, and some even cried at that scene."


    Lucy put a hand to her chin and nodded repeatedly. "I can understand why they cried. That scene of Ellie killing the rabbit shows the reality of the cruel world of The Last Hope. What''s more, the scene is shown after a tragic scene, so the players are already very sensitive. It''s simply something worthy of a movie brought into the world of games."


    At that moment, Raphael and Samantha, who were standing a little way back waiting for their friends, looked at each other and laughed, seeing that Lucy and Lucas were a much better match than they looked.


    Samantha then grabbed onto one of Raphael''s arms, which surprised him and made his face immediately turn red. Normally, he would have questioned what she was doing, but, contrary to what people might think because of his blond hair and slightly tall build, he had no way with girls.


    "You said your name was Raphael, right?" Samantha asked as she pressed her soft things into his arm.


    Raphael nodded, and a smile appeared on Samantha''s face.


    "What do you say we leave him talking for a while and go for a walk?" she asked in a velvety voice as she looked at Raphael with a lowered eyebrow.


    Raphael swallowed. So it was only when Lucy and Lucas turned to go back to their friends that they noticed that their friends had disappeared. They weren''t idiots, so they could easily deduce what their missing friends had been hiding from them.


    "Looks like it''s just the two of us now..." Lucas commented, a little awkwardly.


    "Yeah... Maybe they went to buy something to drink. Let''s walk around and look for them."


    "Sure, why not?"


    Lucy and Lucas began to walk in silence through the corridors of the mall, their eyes scanning everything that wasn''t each other to avoid embarrassment. They knew their friends hadn''t gone to buy drinks, because they had met exactly while waiting for milkshakes and so it was impossible for them to be thirsty already.


    The four-story mall was indeed packed, with people walking up and down the escalators with bags, children and lovers. There was the cacophony of hundreds of shoes, voices and different music playing in each of the stores.


    At one point, Lucy and Lucas stepped aside to avoid a group of people. When Lucy looked the other way, she couldn''t find Lucas, so she looked forward and then back, but no one. To make matters worse, there was another large group of adults coming up ahead, from the exit of the cinema, and all she could do was stand still as the horde of people passed by, but suddenly she felt a hand grab her right wrist and pull her out of the crowd.


    The moment she was pulled, she had no idea who it was, but she thanked him immediately. "Thank you so much, I..."


    Her words were lost when she saw that the one who had saved her was Lucas and, surprisingly, he looked more handsome than usual at that moment when they were so close. His blue eyes shone like two sapphires, while his skin looked clearer and his slightly messy hair gave him a touch of rebellion.


    "Are you all right?" Lucas asked with one hand on her waist and the other still holding her right wrist.


    "Yeah..." She murmured, averting her eyes from his as she blushed.


    "This floor is very crowded because of the movies. They certainly didn''t come here. Let''s go here..." Lucas released her wrist and intertwined the fingers of his left hand with those of her right. "Please, let''s stay like this until we''re somewhere emptier."


    Lucy, her left hand clutching a gold necklace around her neck, just nodded and started walking alongside Lucas to get out of the place.


    ''That''s it! I managed to hold a girl''s hand.''


    [Objective 2 of the "Double Date" Mission completed!]


    [Final Objective Unlocked.]


    [Mission Name: Double Date


    Description: Raphael is a surprisingly shy boy and has never been on a date with a girl, just like you. As you''re trying to change your life, it would be nice to help out a colleague.


    Objective 1: Turn this casual stroll between friends into a double date with Lucy Griffin and her friend.


    Objective 2: Walk while holding the hand of one of the girls.


    Objective 3: Get the personal number of one of the girls.


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    In this way, Lucas and Lucy walked away from the most crowded part of the mall and somehow ended up in the quietest part, where there were more refined restaurants and even one of those infinity fountains where the water fell down the sides. Tired, they sat down on a bench and caught their breath.


    "That was... scary." Lucy said.


    Lucas frowned. "Forgive me for asking, but you''re afraid of crowds, aren''t you?"


    Surprised by the deduction, Lucy looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows. She saw that he had a serious expression, and to her, Lucas didn''t seem like the kind of girl who would scoff at something like that. So she gave him a closed smile, looked down and nodded in agreement.


    "Yes... How did you notice?"


    "It was when I saw you lost while you were looking for me, and I was less than a meter away from you."


    "I''m sorry about that. I can''t explain it, but it seems that my vision gets a bit tunneled when there are too many people around. I can''t make out faces properly, and I end up panicking." She played with her fingers near her thighs.


    In college, Lucas read an article about selective vision. Most people can''t focus on everything around them, so the brain automatically selects what to focus on and what to leave out. In his own designs, Lucas tried to create artwork that could be noticed by as many people as possible, so he understood a little about this.


    "Excuse me if I''m being rude, but are you afraid of crowds?" Lucas asked.


    Lucy looked at him. "How do you know that?"


    "It was just a deduction on my part."


    "And you think I''m strange because of that?" She looked down again.


    "N-no, of course not. I think it''s a bit natural for young, famous people like you."


    "So you knew all along." Lucy''s countenance closed, as if a shadow rested on her face, and then she stood up.


    Lucas immediately grabbed the edge of her shirt to stop her from starting to walk. "Wait."


    "What? Did you think that pretending you didn''t know me would stand a chance?" Lucy looked at him angrily as she turned around. She had tears in the corners of her eyes.


    "I didn''t know. Raphael told me when we were in the queue at MKing."


    The expression on Lucy''s face became a little lighter. "Really?"


    "Yes, of course I did. I don''t even know you, really. Remember, I''m from Japan?"


    "That''s right... I''m sorry, Lucas, I didn''t mean for you to..." She sat down next to Lucas again.


    "It''s all right. There''s no need to apologize."


    For a few seconds, there was silence as they sat on that bench. Then Lucas decided to break the silence.


    "But gee... you''re scary when you''re angry."


    "I am, aren''t I?" Lucy laughed sweetly.

 Chapter 81 80 - Click

    "All this started five years ago..." Lucy said as she looked up, as if recalling a distant memory. "I was a little girl of only eleven who went swimming for fun and..."As Lucas and Lucy sat on that bench in a quieter part of the mall, she began to tell him the origin of her fear.


    Ever since Lucy started swimming, she was naturally better than the other children. Therefore, she won many championships as a child and didn''t even understand the impact of this because she didn''t work hard to get the results. Of course, she put in the effort and trained at least four times a week, but she didn''t see it as effort but as fun.


    Over time, Lucy began to make a name for herself in the Brighton area. She became known as the female Michael Phelps. Her speed in the water was tremendous for her age and her technical finesse made even some professional swimmers admire her. Lucy was synonymous with natural talent.


    It didn''t take long for Lucy''s fame to reach more and more people, and her fame exploded after a story on the UK''s biggest television channel.


    Lucy was a pretty girl with light brown eyes and long blonde hair. Her television appearance earned her a small legion of passionate fans who would pay for anything with her face on it. So, for a few months, she became the UK''s leading children''s face, featuring on products such as shampoo and chips.


    According to Lucy''s agent, having her face everywhere was the best way to get more and more sponsors.


    However, such fame came at a price. Lucy could no longer go home from school with her friends, nor could she leave the house to go to the movies or buy clothes at an outlet, because every time she heard flashes and after the flashes the crowds of people would flock to take pictures with her.


    "Before, I was just a girl who liked swimming and that became my favorite thing soon after I became famous. After all, in the pool, in my own lane, no one could touch me." Lucy blurted out, still looking up.


    "Wow... I hadn''t thought about the consequences of fame..." admitted Lucas.


    He had always envied young boys who rose through the soccer ranks quickly and changed their lives in the blink of an eye. It was natural for him, who had always wanted to be a footballer, to want that, wasn''t it?


    "You shouldn''t take what I said so seriously. I mean, like, you want to be a professional footballer, right? Of course, you also want to be famous, and my problem isn''t with fame itself, but with crowds."


    "I understand." Lucas laughed at Lucy''s attempt to cheer him up. "Fame is intrinsic in soccer these days, and I think that''s only going to increase. I''m not afraid of crowds. After all, the sight that gets me most excited is seeing a full stadium. However, fame is not something to be underestimated."


    *Click*


    At that moment, while Lucas was talking to Lucy, they heard the sound of a camera followed by a slight flash that came from the left of where they were sitting.


    Lucy''s eyes widened with fear. The smile on her face disappeared completely.


    Lucas immediately got up from the bench they were sitting on and looked in the direction the flash had come from. There was an ice cream parlor there, with a few couples sitting there and a couple of boys who were laughing. On their table was a cell phone.


    "Stay here, Lucy. I''ll sort it out." He said and walked over to the boys'' table.


    When Lucas stopped in front of their table, the laughter immediately stopped. They turned their heads slightly to look at Lucas and saw a pure expression of disgust on his face.


    Lucas stretched his right hand forward, palm up, and said: "Let me see the photo gallery on your cell phones."


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    "Yeah, you''re just a stranger. Why do you want our cell phones?"


    Lucas took a deep breath to keep his patience. "Look, I think you took a photo of my friend back there without permission. If you don''t cooperate, I''ll go to the mall management and do a formal complaint. The mall has no legal authorization to search your cell phones, so the legal procedure will be to call the police and after that your parents will be informed. Of course, you can delete the photo until then, but the police have a way of recovering deleted data and will be able to if the photo is on your phone. This would be a boring process and could end up with both of you being arrested for stalking through no fault of your own."


    In truth, Lucas was a little over the top in some parts, but if it made the boys give in, he didn''t care.


    The boys exchanged glances, and the skinnier one said to the other: "Go on, man, give him your cell phone to delete the photo."


    The chubbier one was in a cold sweat and had to accept, since his friend had already reported him. "All right, take it and delete it quickly."


    The boy handed Lucas his cell phone with the screen unlocked, and Lucas quickly went into the gallery and deleted the photo that was mainly focused on Lucy''s breasts.


    "You''re disgusting..." Lucas said, putting the boy''s cell phone into the glass of soda on their table.


    "W-what did you do?" The fat man quickly tried to get the cell phone out of the glass.


    "If you try to recover that photo, or it turns up somewhere, know that I have a very good memory for faces." Lucas turned and walked back towards Lucy.


    "You... you..." the boy squawked as he stared at Lucas''s back.


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    Lucas walked over to Lucy. "Don''t worry, Lucy. He didn''t take a picture of you specifically, but of the direction we were going. As a precaution, I''ve deleted the photo. So you can continue coming to the mall with your friends."


    Her face lit up. "Really?"


    Lucas nodded and held out his right hand to her. "Now, shall we go somewhere else? I don''t think that boy is going to stop telling the administration that I put his cell phone in his soda."


    "You what?" she started laughing.


    Lucy and Lucas chatted some more than they walked through the mall until they both received messages at the same time.


    The message she received was from Samantha, her friend who was accompanying her that day, and the message Lucas received was from Raphael. Both messages told them to meet outside the mall because it was getting late and they needed to leave.


    When they arrived at the meeting point, Raphael and Samantha hadn''t arrived yet. Then Lucas took courage and said:


    "By the way, Lucy, I heard that we might study at the same institute if I pass the screening. Give me your number. Maybe I could use someone to introduce me to the institute''s points of interest."


    Lucy smiled. "I was beginning to think you''d never ask. Give me your cell phone." She reached out to take the phone and even used a thicker voice, as if she were imitating what Lucas had done with the boys.


    He thought it was funny and did as she asked. She took the phone with both hands and, hiding it a little, put in her number. When she handed the phone back to him, he looked at the contact name she had put in and saw that it read "L <3".


    [The "Double Date" mission has been completed.]


    [You have obtained +2 Mystery Cards].


    Lucas smiled, but before he could say anything, he heard the sounds of Raphael and Samantha''s laughter. Apparently, they got on very well, very well in fact, because Raphael even had a bit of lipstick on his mouth.


    So they said goodbye, the girls wished them good luck so of the sift and took a private car to leave.


    Raphael, who was from the city and lived in an apartment near the center, accompanied Lucas to his hotel and they said goodbye.


    When they arrived at the hotel room, Lucas took a quick shower and decided to see all the rewards he had accumulated only the next day, when he got the answer to the test. If he passed, he would try to invest in one way, otherwise he would completely change the strategy he intended to follow for his career. After all, he couldn''t keep trying several auditions around the world.


    -:|:-


    When Lucas woke up the next morning, he grumbled and rolled over in bed. For the first five minutes, he couldn''t even remember where he was. Then a message arrived on his cell phone, vibrating his pillow. This jolted Lucas awake.


    Lucas stuck his hand under the pillow and reached for his cell phone. Right from the home screen, he could see that there was an e-mail, and the message was clear and to the point.


    [Subject: Results of Brighton FC''s Under-20 sift.


    From: Brighton Football Club


    To: lucastanaka@email.com


    Date: July 3, 2017, 08:11


    Dear Lucas Tanaka, congratulations! We are delighted to inform you that you have passed our recent sift to join Brighton Football Club. We were impressed by your performance, technical ability and effort during the assessments, and believe you have great potential to join our team.


    As a Brighton FC player, you will have the opportunity to hone your skills and develop further in a professional environment, surrounded by coaches and colleagues committed to success in soccer.


    In the next few hours, our team will be in touch to share the details of joining the club and give you all the information you need about the next steps. If you have any questions or require any guidance, feel free to contact us directly.


    We look forward to seeing all the talent and passion you will bring to Brighton Football Club.


    Welcome to the Brighton family, Lucas Tanaka!


    Sincerely,


    Brighton Football Club.]

 Chapter 82 81 - Good News

    Lucas was completely drowsy as he read that email. The letters were a little blurry, but he managed to make them out and sort them out bit by bit. It took him a few seconds to open his eyes wide finally.Lucas thought he wouldn''t be surprised to pass the sieve and a part of him tried to sabotage the sense of achievement he would feel if he did, but even these two conflicting feelings couldn''t keep him from being thrilled with this achievement. A movie played in his mind, a movie of practically half a lifetime.


    In his other life, he had tried too hard all through high school and never managed to achieve half of what he had achieved during this summer vacation. Of course, he also never reached the level he had now, with a range of skills that included abilities to help him with dribbling, vision and defensively.


    Lucas Tanaka, a few weeks ago, was known as just an employee of a small marketing agency in Tokyo. Now, he was going to live in England and play for a big club.


    Still in the bright white light of his cell phone, he put a hand to his face when he felt something run down the side of his face. He touched it and frowned.


    "Huh? Are those tears?"


    As tears began to flow involuntarily down Luke''s face, he felt, for the first time in a long time, a sense of accomplishment, pride and indescribable happiness.


    Yes, this was just one of the many steps he needed to take if he wanted to become a professional footballer and one of the best in the world, but this step was also the most important one to tell him that he was on the right track.


    Lucas dried his tears with the back of his hand and sat down on his bed. Looking around the hotel room, everything was still a little dark, but John was asleep in the next bed. Lucas couldn''t resist the impulse; a burst of energy coursed through his veins, making him jump out of bed and take two steps towards John''s bed. And, before even thinking about the consequences, he jumped on top of him.


    "Wake up, Dad!" exclaimed Lucas, shaking his father excitedly as he let out a laugh, trying to contain the explosion of happiness he felt and letting his inner child out for the first time.


    John woke up with a start. He blinked a few times, visibly confused, as he tried to process what was happening.


    "Lucas? What time is it, boy? What''s wrong?"


    "Dad, you won''t believe it! I passed, Dad! I''m going to live here in England! I did it!" Lucas let out the words.


    John stopped blinking, and his eyes gradually widened, absorbing what his son had just said. In a matter of seconds, his face changed from shock to an expression of surprise and then to a wide, sincere smile.


    "Son... Did you do it?"


    Lucas nodded vigorously, his eyes still watering. "I did it, Dad! I''m going to play for a Premier League club!"


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    Suddenly, John wrapped his son in a tight hug that even surprised Lucas. But Lucas promptly returned the hug. They stayed like that for a few seconds.


    "Ah, boy... I always knew you had something special. But to see it come true... it''s more than I could have imagined."


    Lucas laughed, embarrassed, and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew how much John and Ayumi had emotionally invested in that dream along with him.


    "Dad, I... I need to tell Mom and Hana. Is it still daylight in Japan?"


    John nodded, still with a twinkle in his eye.


    "I think so. Come on, get your cell phone."


    Lucas picked up his cell phone and sat back down on the bed, taking a deep breath to contain his excitement. He scrolled through his contact list, found his mother''s name, and pressed the video call icon. The phone rang twice before the screen lit up with his mother''s face, apparently sitting on the sofa.


    "Lucas? Is everything all right?"


    Before Lucas could answer, Hana''s image appeared next to his mother with a big smile and rosy cheeks.


    "Hey, oni-chan! Did you make it? Did you get in? Mom said the results would be out today!"


    "Yes! I''m going to England to play soccer!"


    Lucas saw the sparkle in his sister''s eyes as she seemed to barely contain herself on the cell phone screen, and her smile was radiant, able to dispel any shadow of tiredness on Lucas'' face. Hana was his biggest supporter, always hopeful and dreamy, and now she was looking at him with such pride that it was almost as if she was celebrating her own dream.


    "I knew it! I knew you''d make it! Mom, he did it! Lucas did it!"


    Ayumi covered her mouth with one hand as her eyes filled with tears that seemed to be there already, waiting for that moment.


    "My son... so far, but going so far too. Congratulations, Lucas. We''re very proud of you." She said, without hiding the emotion in her voice.


    Her words hit like a breeze, carrying immeasurable tenderness. Lucas laughed quietly, still a little miffed, and scratched his hair in an embarrassed motion. His smile seemed to grow involuntarily, impossible to contain. It was a moment he had imagined in his most optimistic thoughts, but seeing his mother''s and sister''s faces radiating such sincere happiness, he couldn''t have been happier.


    "Mom... sis..."


    He was at a loss for words. How could he? So much was going through his mind, from the years of effort to every small victory and every hidden tear.


    "I... I promise to do my best. I promise I''ll make it all worthwhile."


    John rested a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly, as if to say "I know". E


    On the other side of the screen, Hana was gesticulating frantically, almost pushing her mother out of sight.


    "Oni-chan! You''re going to live in England! You have to send me pictures of everything! And you have to tell me how you train and what you eat... and you have to teach me everything when you come to visit! You will, won''t you?"


    Lucas laughed. "Of course, Hana! I''ll send you so many photos that you''ll get sick of seeing me! And when I come back, you''ll be the first to get a team shirt." He smiled, aware of how much Hana would appreciate that gift.


    Ayumi leaned closer to the camera, her voice low and gentle.


    "Lucas, remember who you are, my son. No matter where you are or how much the world changes, keep that essence we''ve always seen in you. Keep respecting others, as you have done so far. Your journey has only just begun."


    He nodded, feeling his mother''s words resonate deeply. More than any skill, it was that moral compass that she and John had always strived to cultivate in him. He couldn''t allow himself to lose that, no matter how much success or challenges drove him to change.


    "It''s okay, Mom. I won''t forget."


    After a few more heated exchanges and a promise to speak again soon in person, the call ended.


    After about an hour, Brighton FC got in touch via a call from Coach Jimenez himself.


    "Lucas! This is Coach Jimenez from Brighton FC."


    Lucas straightened up instinctively, feeling a twinge of nervousness. "Hello, Mr. Jimenez!"


    "I hope I''m not disturbing you. I thought you might be enjoying the news."


    Lucas laughed, a little embarrassed. "Well, sir, I confess it''s a great relief... and a great surprise too."


    Jimenez laughed on the other side. "Surprise is a good word. I''ll be honest with you, Lucas: this choice wasn''t easy. We had a very above-average sift, with talents that exceeded our expectations. That''s why we made some different decisions."


    "What do you mean by different decisions?"


    "We found ourselves in a peculiar situation. As I said yesterday, our expectation was to select a small group to make up the U-20 youth team. However, the results exceeded our projections and showed us that we had more promising youngsters than we could accommodate. That''s why, after a long discussion with the youth team manager, we decided to set up a B-Team for the youth team." Sear?h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas was surprised. "A B-Team?"


    "Exactly. Now our youth team will have an A-Team and a B-Team. We''re going to use the B-Team to develop players who were in what is now the A-Team and still need to hone specific skills to reach the required level of competitiveness. It will be a space for those who have potential but need refinement in certain aspects. This team will be made up of both Brighton players who are not yet ready for the A-Team and you, who have just passed the sift."


    It was a different approach, but Lucas was a little disappointed to suddenly have another wall in front of him.


    "I want you to know that, even in this B-Team, you will have access to our best equipment and will receive detailed instructions from my assistant head coach. It will be an environment where you can evolve gradually, without the immediate pressure of the A-Team. But, Lucas... even in this B-Team, we want total commitment."


    "Yes, sir. You can count on me to do my best."


    "Good." Jimenez replied, smiling from the other side. "Now, let''s get to the names that made it through the sift, since I imagine you''re curious."

 Chapter 83 82 - The Football Clubs Last Training Session

    Lucas listened attentively as the coach named each player who had stood out in the sift.Jimenez was direct, starting with Felix Vogler, followed by Hillebrand Graumans, Luiz Fernando, Daniel Riber, Raphael Portiolli, Aidan Perry, Aton S. Schultz and, of course, Lucas Tanaka.


    In addition, Jimenez mentioned William B. McCarthy. However, he said that he would not be included in the B-Team. William was one of the base manager''s main bets, being exactly the piece they felt was missing from the A-Team. This was, for Lucas, a reminder of the barrier he would have to overcome: even though his talents had been recognized, he was on the second line, being groomed and polished to where, perhaps, he could cross the threshold into the A-Team.


    At the end of the call, Jimenez congratulated him again, highlighting the potential of the new group and, making it clear that the road would still be arduous.


    Lucas thanked him and, when he hung up, he felt a surge of energy that made him run to the same place.


    Even with the excitement of the opportunity, the fact of having to adapt to a new team, far from Japan and without the presence of friends and family, would make it a challenge of unprecedented proportions.


    -:|:-


    The next few days were filled with responsibility. Lucas and John returned to Japan to take care of the paperwork and organize the school documentation, emancipation and all the details that would allow them to move to England.


    Back in his small town in the rural part of the Chubu Region, Lucas felt like he did when he went to Tokyo to study at university. However, this time, the hardest part wouldn''t even be leaving it all ¡ª after all, he''d already done that in his other life ¡ª but his teammates.


    Three days after his return, in the cool morning air, a light mist still enveloped the soccer field at Wushia High School. The smell of wet earth and freshly cut grass filled the atmosphere, and Lucas Tanaka, after a long time away from that field, felt a mixture of nostalgia and anxiety as he approached the place where so many memories were created.


    When he arrived at the school, the first thing Lucas saw was the team in action. The boys were lined up in two rows, practicing passes and dribbles under the watchful eye of Coach Yamamoto. Yes, it was early, very early, especially for boys who were in the middle of summer vacation, but there was still a week to go before school started again and a month until the regional qualifiers that would give them two places in the National High School Football Championship.


    "Come on, boys! Concentrate! Make the passes count!" Coach Yamamoto''s voice echoed across the field, interspersed with the sounds of boots hitting the grass and the players'' panting.


    The young athletes were organized into two different groups, one on each side of the pitch. One section was practicing a rehearsed passing move, while the other was practicing offside line positioning.


    Yukihiro, the speedy striker, was using his main characteristic: quick cuts to the left, leaving Tsukada and Hidefumi trying to keep up with him.


    When Lucas finally crossed the field gate, he hesitated for a brief moment, watching his former teammates. A wave of emotions flooded his chest: longing, anticipation and a hint of fear. How could he tell everyone? Would they be angry that they hadn''t been invited too? Was their friendship really that fragile?


    Lucas'' hesitation was interrupted when Kuwabara suddenly looked over and, spotting Lucas, stopped abruptly, the ball still stuck in his feet.


    "Hey, look who''s there!" shouted Kuwabara, letting go of the ball.


    The other players also turned to Lucas, a mixture of amazement and joy on their faces. Everyone stopped what they were doing.


    "Guys, what do you think if we take a break and..." Coach Yamamoto said, but was interrupted.


    "Lucas!" Yuuga exclaimed, being the first to run towards Lucas.


    Obviously, most of the other players ran towards Lucas as well. Coach Yamamoto watched the scene with a discreet smile at the corner of his mouth. He knew that the connection between the players went beyond the pitch. It was a bond of friendship, of shared stories, of dreams and frustrations. He was proud to see the camaraderie between them, even if Lucas was now on a new path.


    "Man, and I thought he wasn''t even coming to say goodbye." Tsukada muttered as he strolled with a smile on his face.


    Nishida, who was close behind, gave Tsukada a weak slap on the back. "And that silly grin? You saw at the end how special Lucas is, didn''t you?"


    "I must admit that it''s not too bad for my reputation that I lost my position to him during a few matches," admitted Tsukada.


    "Lucas!" Yuuga was the first to reach him, jumping in front of him as if he had just won the lottery. "Dude, you''re back! I can''t believe you''re here!" S§×arch* The nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Hi, Yuuga." Lucas replied, a little hesitantly. He looked at the familiar faces around him and saw the joy in his friends'' eyes. "I... I''m back."


    "You''re back, and with a supernova to boot!" Kuwabara commented, laughing out loud. "Looks like you got ahead, huh?"


    Lucas put a hand to the back of his head and ducked his head a little. "Yeah, I''ll try my best. I hope I don''t let you down."


    Kenji appeared, patting Lucas on the shoulder. "Let you down? Please! We know you''re going to rock."


    Lucas felt a chill in his stomach when he heard that. "Thanks, guys. I hope we can keep in touch."


    Nishida''s laugh suddenly rang out as he approached. "You''ll always be one of us, Tanaka. That doesn''t change just because you''re going to England. In fact, we''re all rooting for you already."


    "Yeah, and if anyone gives you a hard time, we''ll take care of the rest. You just have to worry about playing, right?" added Kuwabara, with a mischievous grin.


    As they gathered around him, the feeling of belonging returned, warming his heart. However, there was one question that bothered him.


    "How did you know about me passing the sieve?"


    Kuwabara''s expression turned into a thoughtful frown. "Well, Coach Yamamoto sent a message to let us all know. A few days ago, we heard that you''d been selected, and look, everyone''s excited! It''s like having a hero in our team. When we go to nationals, we''ll be able to say we had a teammate who went to Brighton."


    Lucas laughed, even if he didn''t feel like a hero. "It would be heroic if I didn''t have to leave, right?"


    "Oh, don''t start with that." Hidefumi crossed his arms. "We know this is an incredible opportunity. Many of us here dream of becoming professionals. Now, even I want to. No one here blames you for accepting this opportunity with your eyes closed."


    "Exactly, we''ll be your number one fans." Toshinori, the goalkeeper, said. "Besides, something tells me you''ll be in the professional team before you''re eighteen."


    The words of encouragement echoed in Lucas'' ears, and he felt more confident. Playing for a new team was daunting, but having his friends cheering him on made it easier to bear. And as they talked, Lucas realized that even with the distance and the changes, nothing could break that special bond they shared.


    "Hey, let''s get back to training!" Yamamoto shouted, breaking the conversation. He looked at Lucas with an approving smile. "I know you haven''t had the week''s rest that everyone else here has had, but I want you to get out on the pitch with the others. Let''s warm up and play a few games. It''ll be good for everyone, Tanaka."


    "Of course!" Lucas replied enthusiastically, as if he''d been expecting it.


    "Right, boys!" Coach Yamamoto held out his arms, indicating that it was time to start. "Let''s have a quick team huddle. I want two balanced teams. Today, I want you to use the wings more, and remember to communicate! A good pass starts with a good call!"


    Lucas quickly paired up with Nishida. The two had known each other for years, and the familiarity between them provided a comfort.


    "Come on, Tanaka! Show us what you learned in England!" Nishida exclaimed, throwing a ball to Lucas with enthusiasm.


    And so the practice game began.


    "Great, great!" Yamamoto praised, watching the moves with a satisfied smile. "That''s exactly what I want to see! Keep up the intensity!"


    As time went by, Lucas realized that there was an obvious difference in his physique. He was stronger, more agile, as if the days spent in England had shaped his body for the performance that soccer demanded. What''s more, thanks to his <Risk Analysis> skill, he could see all the holes in Wushia College''s defense and therefore didn''t miss a normal pass. Of course, this didn''t go unnoticed by his friends.


    "How you''re playing! You look like a monster!" Kuwabara shouted, laughing as he struggled to keep up with Lucas.


    The day began to pass quickly. They had lunch in the school cafeteria, chatted for a while, and then went back to playing. As the afternoon wore on, the sun began to set, tinting the sky with orange and pink hues. The frenetic pace of training had shown everyone that Lucas had improved, and this wasn''t just a superficial observation.


    "Hey, you remembered how to dribble, huh? You must have learned something out there!" Hidefumi said.


    Lucas laughed and nodded. "Just a few things."


    After training, Lucas and Nishida walked back home with the same old conversations and constant laughter. The day had been better than he could have asked for.


    Suddenly, Nishida stopped and, with serious eyes and no smile, said: "Tanaka, we need to talk about something."

 Chapter 84 83 - Promise of a Friendly Rival

    With the sun slowly setting over the horizon, Nishida and Lucas walked side by side through the streets of their neighborhood.The day had been a rollercoaster of emotions for Lucas, and he felt the weight of memories and longing as the distance between him and his teammates became real. However, he was happy and grateful to have friends who supported his dream with such dedication.


    Lucas was about to comment on Yukihiro''s moves, but Nishida stopped abruptly. He turned to Lucas with a serious expression that was at odds with the relaxed atmosphere of minutes before. Lucas stopped next to him, confused by the change in tone.


    "Tanaka, we need to talk about something." Nishida said, his eyes fixed on his friend as his dyed blond hair swayed.


    Lucas frowned. "What are you talking about, Nishida?"


    "I''m happy for you, of course... but that doesn''t change anything between us. If you think you can just get ahead like that, you''re wrong. I''ll catch up with you, and when I do, I won''t take it easy."


    Lucas let out a light laugh, still not disarming his surprised expression. The truth was that he hadn''t expected such a statement from Nishida at a time like this. They had always been friends and rivals from the start, but seeing how seriously he took it only increased the respect Lucas had for his friend.


    "Do you think I''m going to make it easy for you, Nishida?" Lucas replied, now with a defiant smile that reflected the same sentiment as his friend''s. "Forget it. If you want to catch up with me, you''re going to have to run a lot faster. Because I''m not planning on stopping anytime soon."


    Nishida took a step forward. "I know that. That''s why I''m going to run faster than ever. And I''m going to catch up with you. I''ve made up my mind: the next one out of here to go pro is me."


    The two stared at each other in silence, both trying to gauge the determination in the other''s gaze. It was as if they were back on the pitch, facing each other before a decisive play. But this time, there was no ball between them, no crowd around; just the wind rustling their clothes and the certainty that, even with the distance that would open up between them, the bond they shared was strong enough to withstand the rivalry.


    "I''ll be honest with you, Nishida. I expect nothing less. I want to see you catch up with me. I want you to be the person I really compete with one day. After all, when we get up there, it''ll be our surnames on the shirts, right?"


    "And don''t think I''m going to let you be the only name people remember. I''ll make sure the whole world knows who Nishida is."


    Lucas couldn''t help but laugh when he heard that. He knew that tone and that glint of ambition in his friend''s eyes. It was something that always motivated them to go further, to surpass each other.


    "You always say that, but when we get there, who gets the better of us, huh?"


    Nishida raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. "Don''t get cocky, Tanaka. The difference is that now I know I have to really improve. I''m not going to leave you at the top for long."


    They sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the tranquility of the almost deserted street. Lucas looked at his friend, then down, and then held out his right hand:


    "I''m going to miss this."


    Nishida looked at his hand, but turned away without replying. "Me too, Lucas. But I guess that''s part of it, right? We grow up, we go our separate ways, so save that handshake for when we have to shake hands when we meet again in Europe. And when that happens, I won''t take it easy."


    "Me neither." Lucas put his right hand in his pocket and turned around too. "Until then, Nishida."


    "Show them what a boy from the Japanese countryside can do, Tanaka."


    Lucas cast one last glance over his shoulder and watched Nishida, the figure with the straight back and determined stride. His friend also stopped briefly and, even without looking back, seemed to be conveying a silent message: he would not go back on his decision to catch up with Lucas, and they were both aware that the road to doing so would not be easy.


    Lucas smiled, more to himself than to his friend. ''He''ll make it sooner than he thinks,'' he thought to himself.


    After all, Lucas really did know Nishida''s future. In fact, he knew Nishida''s exact path. In the future that Lucas had experienced, Nishida would become a respected striker in Europe, a No. 9 for one of Germany''s biggest teams. Although he couldn''t tell Nishida directly, knowing this was a kind of incentive for Lucas to keep going and not be overtaken by Nishida.


    Night was beginning to take over the streets when he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket without much haste. The screen lit up his face as he unlocked the device and, before he could even think about calling someone or checking messages, an eye-catching notification appeared at the top of the screen: a message from Mr. Otsuka. He opened the app, curious.


    [Mr. Otsuka: Tanaka, great news. All the paperwork was approved faster than we thought. I pulled in some favors with some friends, and we managed to speed up the process. Your ticket is already booked. In two days, we''ll be flying to England.


    Mr. Otsuka: Get some rest, pack your things tomorrow and enjoy the short time with your family. Say goodbye properly.]


    Mr. Otsuka, the man responsible for opening the door to the Brighton test, had really outdone himself this time. He knew that Otsuka had contacts and influence, but he hadn''t imagined that the process would be so quick. The words "in two days" seemed to vibrate on the screen, like a countdown that pushed him straight into the future.


    He thought about replying to Otsuka with a quick "Got it", but hesitated and replied with a "Thanks for everything!". He then put his cell phone away in his pocket, sinking his hands into the sides of his jacket, and continued walking aimlessly, enjoying the last few moments in that city, in the calm and comfort of that familiar environment.


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 Chapter 85 84 - Loot Box Accumulated

    After spending the whole day away from home and training with the staff, Luca sat at the table with his family and ate pizza, which brought back some memories of simpler times, when he was just a child, with no worries about what the future held. Today, the feeling was almost the same ¡ª especially being in the presence of those he loved.After dinner, the family began to settle down for the night. John had to go back to work, Ayumi to the flower shop, and Hana also had school the next day.


    Lucas went into his room, closing the door behind him, and let himself fall on the bed for a few minutes to answer messages from a few people. Getting up, he picked up his toothbrush and walked to the bathroom.


    As he brushed his teeth, he remembered again the rewards he hadn''t opened yet. He finished brushing his teeth and, wiping his lips with a towel, returned to the bedroom and sat down on the bed before holding out his hand.


    "Inventory." he muttered.


    Before his eyes, a translucent window appeared, floating in midair. The interface resembled that of an RPG, with organized slots where items floated, like in a display case. He could see two small purple chests, marked "Epic Loot Box", and a third, shiny one labeled "Legendary Loot Box". Beyond them, in the corner of the inventory, were two mysterious cards, shrouded in a fine purple mist.


    Lucas knew that Loot Boxes, especially those of legendary rarity, had the potential to offer skills that could redefine your chances in future battles, but they also came with items. Meanwhile, cards were guaranteed skills, but not always about soccer.


    "Where to start..." muttered Lucas with a hand on his chin. "Right, right, let''s see what we''ve got here," he muttered, stretching out his hand towards the first mysterious card.


    As he touched the card, the figure of a solid card appeared floating in front of him, and after it exploded in color, it revealed the title of the new ability:


    "Advanced Concentration." Lucas read it and raised his eyebrows.


    The description said that the skill amplified the user''s focus in moments of pressure, allowing them to block out distractions and concentrate completely on any task. For someone who played soccer and constantly needed to stay calm in critical situations, this skill was gold.


    "This could really help me on the pitch." he whispered to himself, thinking of when he had to take a penalty or was very stressed.


    Compliantly, he reached out for the second card, repeating the process. The card appeared, revealing a new ability called:


    "Extended Physical Resistance."


    Lucas''s heart raced, and a broad smile appeared. He was in luck. This skill would temporarily increase his endurance capacity and reduce the negative effects of fatigue. He could see the benefits immediately: less tiredness in training, more energy to last a full match and, perhaps, even an extra breath for the most critical moments of the game.


    He let out a low laugh. That wasn''t exactly the kind of skill that would change the course of a game, but he knew that it was these details that could make a crucial difference on the pitch. With the two cards now floating in front of him, Lucas laughed low, like a satisfied villain.


    "These two will give me a real advantage."


    He moved the cards slightly apart with a gesture, watching them dissolve into tiny fragments of light and disappear into thin air, returning to his inventory.


    "Now for the loot boxes. Let''s start with the epic ones."


    When he clicked on the Loot Boxes in the inventory, they materialized in front of him. Then Lucas touched the center of one of them. It shook, glowed and opened, revealing three items.


    [Item: Protection Bracelet.


    Effect: Gives the wearer extra protection in impact situations. Perfect for moments when you have to put your body on the line, whether in a game or in combat.] sea??h th§× N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas turned his attention to the next item, which gradually began to reveal itself before his eyes. This time, a sphere of bluish glass appeared, spinning on its own axis. Inside it, a silver flame crackled, as intense as it was silent, filling the room with a faint luminescence.


    "Revitalization Flame?" Lucas tilted his head, curious. He touched the sphere cautiously, and the description appeared.


    [Item: Revitalization Flame.


    Description: An item that allows you to restore completely the energy and life of a person who is not seriously injured.]


    Putting the flame away in his inventory, Lucas shifted his gaze to the third item: a long, smooth black quill that glowed supernaturally, almost as if it had been dipped in an inkwell of stars. He frowned, confused.


    [Item: Symbol of the Black Wing


    Description: A rare talisman that can be activated once to allow the wearer to experience stopping time for ten seconds.]


    Lucas felt a shiver run up his spine. "Stop time? Seriously, how powerful is that system?"


    Three items, all useful in one way or another. Waiting a while to see these rewards was beginning to be very worthwhile. Taking advantage of the lucky streak, Lucas touched the second chest.


    "I really hope you don''t let me down," said Lucas, half-jokingly, half-seriously.


    [Item: Hunter''s dagger


    Description: A dagger with an ornate handle, whose gleaming blade is perfect for close combat, although it has no special magical properties.]


    [Item: Shadow Cloak


    Description: A long, dark cloak that seems to absorb the surrounding light. It can be used to camouflage oneself in dark environments, but offers no physical protection.]


    [Item: Temporary Invisibility Potion


    Description: A vial containing a golden liquid that allows the user to become invisible for a short time, ideal for escaping from dangerous situations.]


    He took a quick look at the items, trying to imagine how they could be useful to him. The dagger, although beautiful, didn''t seem to have any special power. And he wasn''t even in a medieval world to use it. The same couldn''t be said for the cloak, which, despite its imposing appearance, didn''t seem to have any magical properties.


    "Cloak? Dagger? I think my luck''s run out," he complained, letting out a nervous laugh. "However, it''s a good thing that things that aren''t so useful to me have come along now. It means my chances have increased with the Legendary Loot Box."

 Chapter 86 85 - Legendary Loot Box

    Since Lucas hadn''t opened a Legendary Loot Box, this was the prize that could bring something truly great or a cruel disappointment, as expectations were high.When the box materialized in the air in front of Lucas, he saw its cubic, modern shape, and his eyes widened at its beauty. It was golden, sparkling, and looked divine. Then he reached out with his right hand and touched the center of the box with his index finger. The box emitted an intense golden glow, as if thousands of sparkling particles were exploding and going in thousands of directions.


    Lucas stood still for a moment, fascinated by the spectacle. He was pretty sure that no one could see what he saw from the system, but if people could, they would see the glow of a sun inside a room.


    Within moments, the light began to dissipate and grow dimmer. Something in the middle of all that light was floating ¡ª a tiny object, probably the smallest Lucas had received so far.


    Lucas grabbed the item with his right hand and brought it close to him. The moment he opened his right hand, he saw a golden pill in his palm. This pill was emitting a faint golden aura.


    He looked at the description that appeared in the air, and for the first time, he saw a window of a different color. It had shimmering golden letters and a golden border.


    [Item: Passive Talent Boost Pill


    Description: A single use of this item will increase all your Talents by 10 points. Ideal for those looking to take their skills to the next level without too much effort. Its effect is permanent].


    Lucas swallowed. He hadn''t expected something so valuable. "A... pill that increases all my talents by 10 points?" he muttered, almost in awe. "That''s... huge."


    Over the last few weeks, Lucas had made progress of almost every kind because of the Champion System. This included his attributes, his skills, his star level, and also his personal life. However, one thing that Lucas raised little was his talents.


    "A permanent increase of ten points? Let me see how much I have at the moment after today''s training."


    Lucas looked ahead, and a stretched window appeared, showing a little of his attributes and talents.


    +


    ===


    Player name: Lucas Tanaka


    Star Level: 4¨C120 SP/ 250 SP to the next level


    Balance: 800 credits.


    15 attribute points


    ===


    [Attributes]


    Speed: 35


    Shooting: 37


    Dribbling: 30


    Defense: 23


    Physical: 35


    Passing: 38*


    ===


    [Talents]


    Ball Control: 3


    Endurance: 2


    Strength: 3


    Heading: 5


    Scoring: 4


    Vision: 5


    Positioning: 2


    +


    "I don''t know if I haven''t trained much in the last few weeks or if using skills doesn''t count as training." Lucas muttered, disappointed with the amount of points he had in each Talent.


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    "Ehh? Oh, it''s you... I almost forgot there''s an artificial intelligence in my mind all this time..."


    [I''m not an artificial intelligence. I''m an ability of yours, like a part of your consciousness that''s a bit more... enhanced.]


    "Hey! That''s offensive!" Lucas exclaimed and then sighed. "But forget that... What did you mean when you said that this could be a combination of two factors?"


    [In recent weeks, you''ve done very little training. Since returning, you have mainly focused on playing soccer and completing System Missions and personal missions. However, it''s incorrect to say that you''ve done it wrong. This focus on completing missions rather than training may have hindered your development in Talents a little, but it has benefited your growth in Attributes and Skills].


    "I know, and I don''t regret having followed this route so far. That''s what made me able to get this pill..." Lucas looked at the golden pill.


    [However, it''s still possible to say that this is a negative result. During all these games, you should have developed your talents a lot. After all, training is nothing more than a simulation of a real game. So the only conclusion we can come to is that you overused the Skills you got].


    "What? That means..."


    [Yes, while using a skill, Talents don''t grow.]


    "But that makes little sense. I don''t even have a skill that makes me kick perfectly, maybe <Advanced First Kick>. However, I''ve hardly used it in my last few games."


    [You''re right. You haven''t used that skill, and you''ve scored a lot of goals. But that means nothing].


    "What do you mean?"


    [Skills nullify the growth of your talents during the use of the skill and for about a minute after use. As you''re a player very dependent on the skills you''ve obtained, your growth in Talents has been minimal].


    Lucas lifted the pill between his fingers, feeling the cool texture against his skin. He closed his eyes for a moment as he squeezed the item. He was silent for a moment, thinking. When he opened his eyes, he had an idea.


    "Heavens, how much is that pill worth in credits?"


    [Evaluating...]


    [The Passive Talent Enhancement Pill can be sold for around 10,000 credits, just as it can be obtained for this price in the store.]


    "Good. Now, tell me, if there''s a Passive Augmentation Pill, there''s an Active Augmentation Pill, right?"


    [Yes.]


    "How much does the Active Enhancement Pill cost?"


    [Item: Talent Active Augmentation Pill


    Description: A single use of this item will double your growth rate in Talents. Ideal for those who like to make an effort to evolve. The effect lasts for three days.


    Cost: 3,000 credits.]


    "Undeniably, this is an expensive item that doesn''t deliver as much as the alternative version I have with me. After all, if I use this golden pill, I''ll increase my Talents by several times with no effort. However, if I use it here and now, I''ll get addicted to evolving effortlessly and perhaps become stagnant in my world of system dependency... Besides, why should I get 10 Points for each Talent? If I double my rate of gain and start training often and hard, 10 Points will be nothing."


    [You may be right. However, buying an Active Talent Enhancement Pill and training hard for the three-day duration won''t be enough to overcome the effect of a Passive Talent Enhancement Pill].


    "Of course it won''t, so I''ll buy four. In twelve days of training, I''ll show that I don''t depend on the skills I''ve copied and got to be a talented footballer either."

 Chapter 87 86 - Family farewell

    After spending two days with his family, the last day finally arrived.As Lucas waited to board the plane, he was excited for this new phase, but, at the same time, the thought of being away from his family made him a little nervous. Soon he heard familiar footsteps approaching and turned to see his parents and Hana, his younger sister, arriving.


    "Oni-chan!" exclaimed Hana, running to hug him with all the strength her little arms could muster. "I''m going to miss you! Who''s going to help me with my math homework now?"


    Lucas smiled, stroking her hair. "I''ll be away, but that doesn''t mean I won''t be around, okay? Anything, just call me and I''ll help you via video."


    John, Lucas''s father, approached and placed a firm hand on her shoulder, smiling proudly and affectionately at the same time. It was rare to see that emotional gleam in the eyes of his father, who was usually more withdrawn because of work.


    "Son, I want you to make the most of this opportunity. But don''t forget the basics. Take care of yourself, get at least eight hours of sleep, remember to brush your teeth every night and..." He chuckled slightly in embarrassment, as if he''d run out of options of what to say. "Oh, and without getting into trouble."


    Lucas laughed, nodding. "I promise I''ll remember, Dad. And I''ll try to stay out of trouble."


    Ayumi looked at him with watery eyes, holding a small handkerchief in her hand. She pulled him into a tight hug, the kind he felt would stay with him, even on the other side of the world.


    "My darling, go and do what you love, and we''ll always be here cheering you on, but please don''t forget to eat properly and take good care of your health. I know you can get carried away and forget all that when you''re there." She looked at him with that smile mixed with concern and affection, typical of a mother.


    "Yes, Mom, I''ll take care of myself." Lucas hugged his mother tighter.


    Hana, still holding onto his arm, looked up with a determined expression.


    "And don''t forget about us! Text us every day, okay?"


    "That''s okay, Hana. Every day, I promise. I''ll tell you what it''s like over there."


    The boarding call echoed through the speakers, and Lucas knew it was time to say goodbye. He looked at each of them, recording in his mind that moment and the support and affection that his family had always offered him.


    "I love you. And I''m going to make it all worthwhile." Lucas said with a determined smile.


    They said goodbye with another collective hug, and Lucas set off towards the boarding gate.


    On the plane, Lucas buckled his seatbelt, adjusted himself in the narrow business class seat and cast a discreet glance at Mr. Otsuka, who was standing next to him. He seemed tense, even though his body was perfectly upright in the seat and his fingers manipulated the seat belt with almost exaggerated care. Lucas suppressed a smile: it was almost strange to see someone like Otsuka showing any trace of vulnerability, even if it was simply discomfort with the flight. Leaning slightly towards him, he asked in a low, friendly tone:


    "Mr. Otsuka, are you afraid of flying?"


    Mr. Otsuka kept his eyes fixed on his belt buckle for a few more seconds before looking up at Lucas with slightly arched eyebrows and a forced smile.


    "Afraid? Me?" he replied with a restrained laugh that didn''t disguise his obvious nervousness. "I''ve lost count of how many times I''ve flown around, kid. Trust me, a man who has flown so much by plane is never scared of that."


    Despite his words, Lucas could see Mr. Otsuka''s fingers still clenching his seatbelt with a certain amount of force as he gazed cautiously at the window.


    Noticing that Lucas was still staring, Mr. Otsuka changed the subject quickly.


    "How are you doing about moving country, kid?"


    "Playing in England was something I''d only dreamed of, and now I''m on my way to one of the best grassroots leagues in the world. I''m excited."


    Mr. Otsuka listened attentively, seeming to relax a little with the new direction of the conversation. He let out a low laugh and nodded.


    "That''s good. A young man like you should be excited, but I don''t see that excitement all over your face. Is something bothering you?"


    "I''d say... well, I was a bit disappointed that Team B was created just for me and the other boys in the sieve. I feel like we fell short of their expectations."


    Mr. Otsuka looked down the aisle of the plane, where a flight attendant was calmly passing by, handing out glasses of water to some passengers. He let out a sigh, relaxing further into his seat.


    "Lucas, I understand what you''re feeling, but understand that this is normal. Every big club has a team structure that acts as a stepping stone from one category to another. The U-20 coaching staff have seen your potential, but they also know that you and the other boys still have things to work on."


    It was good to know that they weren''t underestimating his talent, just adopting a strategy to improve his development. Mr. Otsuka seemed to notice Lucas'' lighter expression and continued: S§×arch* The N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Unlike many clubs, Brighton only has two youth teams: the Children''s team and the Under-20s. They believe it''s better for the younger players, 15, 16 and upwards, to play with more experienced players in order to speed up their development. However, they also realize that some players need special attention and special preparation. They created the B Team for this purpose, allowing boys like you to develop their skills in a more focused manner, considering that the U-20 is a semi-professional category."


    Lucas nodded, beginning to understand the logic behind the club''s structure. "It''s as if they wanted us to prepare before being thrown to the beasts, right?"


    Mr. Otsuka nodded, his face finally relaxing completely.


    "Exactly. Everyone needs time to grow up. And if I were you, I''d see this as a chance to become an even more complete player."

 Chapter 88 87 - Jetlag

    "So, Lucas, this will be your new temporary home," said the man, opening the bedroom door in front of him and then leading Lucas into his room.Lucas took a step inside, observing every detail. The walls were an impeccable white. Simple and without distractions. The room had the essentials: a bed with clean, folded clothes, a study table positioned next to the window, from where he could see the Brighton CT in the distance. There was also a dark wooden closet, spacious enough to store clothes and equipment. Nothing extravagant, but adequate.


    "Here at the Seyek Institute, we ensure everything is organized for you to focus on what really matters: improving yourself as an athlete. As you can see, we try to keep things functional," continued the man, watching Lucas'' reaction as he explored his surroundings. "The focus here is on maintaining a routine and environment that helps you evolve, both mentally and physically. The Seyek Institute and Brighton FC share a solid partnership; we provide dormitory facilities and schooling, basically what a teenager needs, while they take care of the professional side."


    Lucas nodded. Over the last few days, he had already heard about the structure offered by the Institute, because he had talked to Lucy through messages and she studied here. So he already knew a bit about things.


    The man next to him, wearing a polo shirt with the institute''s emblem embroidered on it, watched him open the cupboard doors for a few moments before continuing.


    "We''ve done it modestly so that each student at the institute can decorate their own space with their own personality. It''s a temporary home, but it doesn''t have to look like one. After all, here live hundreds of promising young people from all over the UK and even some other countries. We try to provide a space where you can develop not just as athletes, but as people."


    There was a small shelf above the study table, with enough space for a few books and personal mementos. Lucas imagined he could put photos there, perhaps some souvenirs that would bring a sense of familiarity.


    "Yeah, I heard some of that while I was talking to Lucy." Lucas said, turning to the man.


    The man raised his eyebrows for a moment. "Oh, so you already know Lucy?" he asked, with a slight tone of surprise in his voice.


    "Yes, I met her by chance on the day of the screening at Brighton."


    "Well, she''s one of our best students, someone who certainly represents the spirit of the Institute. It''s no surprise that you''ve already crossed paths; Lucy usually likes to make friends."


    The man, sensing Lucas''s interest, continued, assuming a slightly more relaxed posture when he saw that the young man was settling in.


    "As for using the room, try to keep it as organized and clean as possible. And as for the rules, there are a few that must be observed carefully. Dormitory buildings are divided into male and female. We encourage students to interact, but there are specific restrictions on accessing dormitories of the opposite gender. It''s a measure to maintain respect for each other''s space."


    Lucas nodded, understanding the logic behind the rule. After all, with so many young people together, it was imaginable what could happen.


    "I imagine that, with so many people here, it must be easy to get lost amid responsibilities," Lucas commented.


    "Indeed." replied the man, crossing his arms. "And that''s why, as well as the support of the teachers and technicians, we have more experienced mentors and psychologists. Lastly, meals are served at specific times ¡ª breakfast, lunch, afternoon coffee, and dinner ¡ª in the cafeteria in the main building."


    The cell phone in his pocket vibrated, and he picked it up to check, but continued to explain. "By the way, I imagine you''ve already received your itinerary by email. Your classes start tomorrow, okay?"


    Lucas remembered the notification he had ignored on his phone while traveling from London to Brighton. Classes in the morning, training in the afternoon. That would be the routine for the first week.


    Then the employee, who was staring at his cell phone screen, frowned. He took a deep breath, putting his cell phone back in his pocket, before smiling at Lucas with an expression that tried to look calm.


    "Forgive me, Lucas, but something urgent has come up, and I need to deal with it right away," he said, with a sincerely apologetic tone. "You''re oriented now, so explore the campus. There are common areas and living spaces you can get to know, but the essentials I''ve already shared." He held out his hand, as if for a formal farewell. "Welcome to the Seyek Institute. I hope you have an enriching experience."


    Lucas shook the man''s hand firmly. "Thank you very much, sir."


    As the employee left, closing the door softly behind him, Lucas let out a slow breath, finally allowing himself to relax and assimilate. Moving towards the bed, he noticed the spotless sheets and folded covers laid out.


    "Ahh..." He yawned and let his suitcase fall beside the bed as he lay down. "I''ll pack my things later, because I''m too sleepy to do it now."


    Lucas blinked a few times, his eyes still heavy from the fatigue of the long journey from Japan to England. He let his body sink a little deeper into the soft mattress. The quiet room, the bed smelling of fresh sheets, and the fresh mid-afternoon air coming in through the window gave him the feeling that he could finally rest, disconnecting from everything for a few hours.


    He wasn''t sure how long it had been since he had closed his eyes. At some point during the early hours of the morning, the subtle wind of the English night blew through the ajar window, bringing a slight chill that made Lucas curl up under the covers. But he was so exhausted that he didn''t bother getting up to close it; all he wanted to do was sleep. S~ea??h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The next morning, it was the insistent, annoying sound of the alarm on his cell phone that brought him back to reality.


    Lucas reached out for the device on the bedside table without opening his eyes. When he finally located the phone and brought it close to his face, the glowing numbers on the screen immediately woke him up: 06:45. His heart raced, and he sat up in bed, sleep squeezed out of his mind in a rush of adrenaline. His classes would start in fifteen minutes!


    "Damn... already?!"


    In his head, he had just gone to bed, but the jetlag was unforgiving. London was eight time zones away from Japan, and his body still hadn''t adjusted.

 Chapter 89 88 - Disciplinary Committee

    Fifteen minutes. Lucas had to be ready in just fifteen minutes. With no time to lose, he put the blanket aside and went to the closet, where his uniform hung on a solitary hanger.Inside the closet, part of the men''s uniform hung on a hanger: the jacket was a dark blue with subtle details such as the institute''s coat of arms on the chest. An impeccable white shirt was folded perfectly, accompanied by a tie in the same shade of blue as the jacket that complemented the outfit. Straight-cut black pants and black shoes.


    "Right, let''s go." He quickly put on his shirt and then his jacket, which weighed slightly. Then he hurried to put on his pants and adjust his tie, a task that required more concentration than usual, given his haste. The tie slipped a few times, but with a last effort, he tied it in a proper knot. The last touch was the shoe, which he hurriedly put on, feeling time pass relentlessly.


    "Please don''t let me be late." he asked the universe, as if the stars could hear his pleas.


    With his backpack already packed beside his bed, Lucas picked it up and put it on his back. He was about to leave when a thought struck him: the protein bar. He quickly opened his backpack, took out the packet and put it in his mouth, chewing awkwardly as he opened the door.


    The door opened, revealing the well-lit corridor of the Seyek Institute. The building was similar in style to some Japanese buildings, with open-air corridors. From above, he could see that there was hardly any movement on the institute''s campus.


    Lucas ran, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. He turned a corner and entered the stairwell.


    His breathing was light, mixing with the echo of his hurried footsteps. He had a purpose, a goal: not to be late for the first day of school. However, as he left the dormitory building and started running towards the main building, which was a large three-storey building in the center of campus, an authoritative voice called out to him.


    "Hey, you! Stop running now!"


    Lucas stopped abruptly, scraping the soles of his feet on the ground. He turned around and found a girl with long dark blue hair, an impeccable uniform and a disciplinary committee armband on her right arm.


    "What''s your name?" she asked with one hand on his waist.


    "Lucas Tanaka. And you?"


    "I''m Kate Dyer. I''m a member of the disciplinary committee at this institute. What year are you?"


    Lucas hesitated for a moment, then, trying to sound nonchalant, replied: "I''m a sophomore."


    Kate arched an eyebrow, but instead of criticizing, a slight sigh escaped his lips. "Right. So why are you running around campus? That''s not an example of conduct for a student at our institute."


    "Oh, I... I''m doing a morning run. To warm up for classes."


    "Morning run? Are you sure? Then why do you have messy hair?"


    Instantly, Lucas ran his hand through his hair, trying to tame the unruly strands that were spreading out indomitably.


    "Good, now it''s better. If you''re really a sophomore and you''re not late, you should know that your first class isn''t in the main building today, but in the basketball gym."


    Lucas widened his eyes. "The basketball gym?"


    "What? Why?"


    "The initiation ceremony, of course. Do you know where the basketball gym is? If so, go there immediately. Maybe the ceremony has already started."


    "W-well, where is this gym?"


    Kate sighed again, seeming to weigh up the options. "Look, I''ll cut you some slack because you''re new, but you need to hurry. Come on, follow me." she replied, turning around and walking.


    Lucas hurried after her, trying to keep up. The girl moved with an agility that surprised him; even without running, she seemed to float, her dark blue hair swaying behind her.


    At that moment, he couldn''t help but notice how different the girls'' clothes were. While the boys wore uniforms in darker shades, the girls sported an almost entirely white palette - white skirts, short-sleeved shirts with a delicate beige hue, and a dark blue bow tie, which made them look more elegant.


    Noticing Kate''s outfit, he also noticed how long, white and beautiful her legs were, but he glanced away, a little embarrassed by his own thoughts.


    "Damn it, Lucas. You can''t look at girls like her like that yet... You''re already mentally overage." He scolded himself.


    "Come on, you can''t fall behind!" Kate shouted, without turning to look.


    Lucas picked up his pace, trying to keep up with her. It didn''t take long for them to reach the gymnasium, and Lucas could already hear the din of voices coming from inside the enormous building.


    Kate paused at the entrance, and Lucas almost bumped into her. "Here we are. Come in and find a place to sit. The initiation ceremony must have already begun."


    Lucas stepped forward, but before entering, he turned to thank her. "Thank you, Kate. E... sorry about the work."


    "Don''t worry, it''s my job. Now go. You''re in luck. The ceremony hasn''t started yet."


    Lucas walked in and immediately felt all that youthful energy. Students from different years were mingling, chatting and laughing as they settled down. The stage was decorated with colourful banners and the Seyek Institute emblem, and behind him, a group of teachers was organizing the ceremony.


    He headed for one side of the gymnasium, where a few chairs were still available, but suddenly he felt someone tug at the sleeve of his jacket. He looked back and saw Raphael Portiolli, who was grinning broadly.


    "Hey, man! It''s been a while, hasn''t it? You didn''t see the message I sent you earlier, did you? I was waiting for you for ages in front of the dorm."


    Lucas was pleased to see a familiar face at last. "Oh, man, I''m sorry. I got to my room yesterday and blacked out. I woke up about ten minutes ago and didn''t even have time to look at my cell phone."


    "Eh? Really? If I''d known your room number, I''d have knocked. But come on, sit down. I''ve saved you a seat. They''ve announced that the ceremony is about to begin." S~ea??h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

 Chapter 90 89 - Seyek Institution

    A teacher in a suit, black hair and glasses took a few steps forward, straightening his glasses and clearing his throat before speaking into the microphone."Good morning, everyone. Welcome to another school year at the Seyek Institution." His voice reverberated through the gymnasium, echoing off the high walls. "To those of you who are returning, how nice to have you back. To the new students, I hope you''re ready for a year of brilliant discovery and learning."


    Some students closest to the stage looked attentive, while others looked away, laughing discreetly.


    "First, as usual, it is necessary to reiterate some of our rules and guidelines... It is essential that all students maintain respectful behavior towards both classmates and teachers. We are proud to say that the Seyek Institution stands out not only for its excellent academic results but also for the integrity of its students. This is an elite and respected institute throughout the UK, so remember that we expect collaboration, respect and maturity from every one of you."


    At the mention of "respect and maturity", Lucas noticed the harsher tone, which made some students straighten their backs.


    ''That always works,'' thought the teacher, smiling at the corner of his mouth and continuing. "Male students are strictly forbidden from entering the female changing rooms and dormitories, and vice versa. Any violation of these rules will be treated with due seriousness."


    Lucas glanced at Raphael, who was holding back his laughter.


    "In closing, I''d like to remind everyone that we will always keep our doors open for dialogue, and we are committed to providing the best possible school experience for each one of you. Now, without further ado, we have the honor of introducing one of our most talented students, a young woman who has already won several titles and who, with extraordinary effort, is on her way to representing England at the Olympics. Ladies and gentlemen, with you, Lucy Griffin!"


    A wave of murmurs took over the crowd. Lucas raised his eyebrows in surprise, as he had messaged Lucy the day before and she had said nothing about making a speech.


    As Lucy climbed the steps, she straightened the papers in her hands and glanced around the crowd, maintaining a secure and unflappable posture.


    "Good morning, everyone. For those of you who don''t know me, I''m Lucy Griffin, a sophomore. I''m here today to share a little about the challenges of being ambitious in an idle world."


    It was unusual to hear a fellow student speak so openly about something that required courage and self-confidence, so more people paid attention.


    "We all have dreams, don''t we? Maybe you want to be great professionals, top athletes or maybe even brilliant scientists to be in this great institute. But what prevents us from achieving these dreams? It''s usually fear. Fear of failure. Fear of stepping out of the ordinary and standing out, because when you stand out, you become the target of criticism."


    Lucy gave a discreet smile when she realized she had captured the attention of a good part of the audience. Sear?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "I want to tell you that fear is just a stage. We need to embrace the idea that it''s not wrong to want more, to dream bigger and to seek something greater for our lives. Challenges are there to be overcome. And if I can be here today, one step away from representing our country, it''s because I didn''t let fear define me."


    The murmurs among the students had ceased.


    "The road to where I am now hasn''t been easy," Lucy admitted with a serious look on her face. "I''ve faced suspicious looks, discouraging words, and even my insecurity. But, in the end, what matters is how we choose to respond to these challenges. So if I can leave you with one message today, it''s this: don''t let anyone dim the shine of your dreams. Remember that we are the ones who define what we want to be. And that even if the world chooses idleness, we choose action."


    Lucy''s sentences were short, but they dug deep into the chest of every teenager in that gymnasium. It was the kind of sentence that reminded them that dedication would pay off.


    Lucas applauded along with the others, admiring Lucy''s strength. As soon as the speech was over, the teacher in the suit returned to the microphone to thank them and end the brief ceremony. The students rose, forming a sea of excited voices and hurried footsteps. The gymnasium gradually emptied, and most headed towards the main building, where the first classes of the year awaited them.


    Lucas and Raphael walked side by side, chatting. As they entered the main corridor of the building, they passed the huge mural displaying the institute''s achievements: academic awards, sports prizes and even outstanding social projects.


    Raphael stopped to admire the portraits of some of the soccer stars who studied there. As he was English, he knew everyone in the picture, but Lucas didn''t know any of them.


    "In a few years'' time, we''ll have a picture like that here," he muttered with an ambitious smile.


    Lucas laughed and nodded, agreeing with his friend. Soon, they arrived at the designated classroom. The environment was unlike anything he had imagined: each desk was modern, with a small tablet embedded in the surface and ergonomic chairs, giving the room a futuristic feel. Interactive screens filled the walls, and there was a lighting system that adjusted the intensity according to the natural light from the windows. Unlike the large classes Lucas knew in Japan, the room held a maximum of twenty-five students.


    Raphael and Lucas walked to the back of the room, where they chose two chairs. Raphael settled down, stretching out his legs.


    Lucas observed the details of the place with admiration. Everything from the built-in tablet to the ceiling projector that almost disappeared into the room was impressive. However, while Lucas was still exploring the resources on the screen in front of him, he was interrupted when he noticed some girls whispering excitedly towards the opposite corner of the room.


    Sitting at one desk near the window was a black-haired boy with a lock of red hair. Lucas, of course, recognized him as Hillebrand Graumans, one of the boys on the shortlist. Judging by the girls'' whispers, his athletic build and mysterious expression made him seem almost magazine-like.


    Lucas was amused by the fuss the boy was causing, while some girls tried to disguise their interest and Raphael was jealous that he was also a Brighton player and didn''t get all the attention from the girls.


    "Calm down, calm down, man. You''ve got Samantha, haven''t you?" Lucas tried to comfort him.


    "Samantha? Well, she didn''t answer any of the messages I sent her after that day at the mall."


    "Eh... how cruel."


    Lucas, bored while waiting for the teacher, picked up his cell phone to take a quick look at the messages. Just then, a message arrived.


    [L <3: Did you like the speech?]


    Lucas lifted his gaze and looked at Lucy, who was a few desks ahead. They had coincidentally fallen into the same room. Lucy''s head was slightly turned towards him and she had a discreet smile on her lips, knowing that he was reading the message.

 Chapter 91 90 - Romantic

    Lucas had just finished jotting down the last notes in his notebook. As he closed the pages, he could hear the bell resonating through the bustling corridors of the prestigious educational institution. The hallways quickly filled with the excited chatter of students, eager to embark on their well-deserved break. S~ea??h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.Raphael, whose locker was right next to Lucas''s, grimaced as he slung his backpack over one shoulder.


    "Finally. Another minute in that room and I''d have been asleep on my desk."


    Lucas laughed, turning the key to open his locker. He took some books out of his backpack, carefully placing them on the shelf, and briefly checked his cell phone before putting it in his pocket. The plan was simple: grab his things and head straight to Brighton''s CT, where he had training scheduled for that afternoon. Raphael, however, seemed to have something else in mind.


    Suddenly, a deep voice spoke to him and Raphael.


    "Are you going to eat here or at the CT?"


    The sudden sound made Raphael almost drop the books he was holding. He turned quickly, slamming the cupboard door hard. With Raphael''s door closed, they saw that the person who had spoken to them was Hillebrand, the same boy who had been in their room and had a very serious personality.


    "Ah, it''s you, Hillebrand..." Raphael exhaled with relief, still leaning a little on the cupboard. "I thought you were a teacher or, I don''t know, someone after a scolding."


    "We''re going straight to CT," said Lucas, glancing at the senior, who kept his expression neutral.


    "Right. I''ll go with you, then." replied Hillebrand, crossing his arms as he waited for the two of them to finish getting ready.


    Lucas and Raphael exchanged quick glances. Lucas just shrugged again, picking up his backpack and adjusting it on his back. Raphael, on the other hand, didn''t seem to like the idea very much, but disguised it, turning his attention to his own locker.


    As they walked together towards the exit of the institute, moments of silence punctuated the conversation between the three of them.


    Hillebrand, although he was by their side, wasn''t one for words and didn''t seem to mind the silence. So Lucas and Raphael, who were walking side by side a little ahead, took advantage of the moment to whisper quietly.


    "Impressive. He didn''t even talk to us all morning... he was surrounded by girls asking so many questions and I bet he was enjoying himself, but now that he''s alone, he''s reminded us we exist."


    Lucas smiled, not wanting to agree, even though he understood that Raphael''s logic made sense. "Are you going to tell me you''re resenting him because he''s popular? Relax, man. He was just taking his time. There''s no need to take it personally."


    Raphael let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head.


    "Easy for you to say, Lucas. You don''t need to look for a girl to sneak into your room because you''ve already got one."


    "What? Who are you talking about?"


    "Lucy, of course!"


    "Oh, Lucas. Are you and Lucy from our room together?"


    Lucas felt a wave of heat rise to his face at the exact moment he heard Hillebrand''s voice behind them. He and Raphael turned slowly, noticing that Hillebrand, who had been at least three meters behind them a second ago, was suddenly at his side.


    "What an unexpected couple..." Hillebrand continued.


    "We''re not together. Lucy and I are just friends."


    Raphael giggled beside him, but before he could make any comment, Hillebrand resumed speaking, his face frowning as if he were processing the information.


    "The new boy... and the most popular girl in the institute." He whispered, as if imagining something. "She''s famous, surrounded by all eyes, but she keeps a secret. And he... he''s someone who stands out in silence, focused on his soccer dream, oblivious to distractions."


    Lucas raised his eyebrows. "Hillebrand... that sounds more like the plot of a romantic movie."


    "And isn''t that exactly what school life is all about?" Hillebrand retorted, without losing his serious tone and deep voice.


    Lucas chuckled and shook his head, but Hillebrand seemed oblivious to their skepticism. In fact, he continued as if pondering aloud, with a disconcerting seriousness.


    "Girls... they look at more than just looks. In your case, Lucas, they must see something more."


    "... Thanks, I guess." Lucas said, not sure if it was an insult to his looks or a compliment.


    Raphael then recovered, letting out an amused laugh and reaching out towards Hillebrand''s shoulder in a comradely gesture.


    "You really are a character, Hillebrand. I never thought you''d have such a... poetic side," commented Raphael, still laughing.


    Hillebrand accepted the comment without offending, and Raphael smiled even more, as if he had just made a significant discovery about his colleague.


    "That must be why you talk a little. You stand there, watching and creating stories in your head. I do that too sometimes. I understand you. By the way, I''ve already said that Lucas must be a bit more aggressive romantically speaking."


    Lucas laughed, shaking his head again. "You''re both crazy because you watch too much school drama."


    Hillebrand looked away from Lucas. "Do you think people are just what they seem, Lucas? With nothing hidden behind them?"


    Lucas pondered for a moment. "I think... some are like an open book, while others are more like a safe. I don''t see the point in forcing a key to open something that isn''t ready to be revealed."


    "I still think you''re too modest, Lucas." Raphael said.


    With Lucas'' reply, Hillebrand fell silent. When the trio finally reached the gates leading to Brighton''s CT, they noticed that there were already a few boys waiting to be let in as well.


    "Looks like we''ve got company," muttered Lucas, observing the familiar figures of Felix, the bald boy with whom he''d had a long dispute at the sieve, also Aidan Perry, with his long red hair, and Luiz Fernando, the lively green-haired boy who was waving with a smile on his face.


    "Hey! You passed, didn''t you? I''m glad we''re going to play together now!" Luiz Fernando exclaimed cheerfully.

 Chapter 92 91 - Making New Friends (Part 1)

    The small procession soon entered the large space of the institute''s refectory. Most of the tables were empty, even though they were neatly organized. There was a large counter full of trays and baskets of fruit, but what really mattered to the new arrivals was two colleagues already having lunch.Daniel Riber and Anton S. Schultz were sitting at the table closest to the window.


    Daniel was wearing round glasses and smiled briefly when he saw us, while Anton, tall and serious-looking, had a penetrating gaze that showed focus.


    "Look who showed up." Daniel called out, raising his hand with a restrained smile.


    Raphael, always the first to make a joke, pulled up a chair and replied with a broad smile: "I hope they invent another competition, so I can knead you!"


    With Raphael''s provocation, Daniel''s friendly attitude disappeared in an instant. "I won the game against you in the sieve and intercepted you several times, you idiot! I don''t even know how you''re here!"


    "I''m here because I dribbled past you and scored a great goal! For a striker, it doesn''t matter how many attempts you make, it''s about not giving up and scoring when the opportunity finally arises!" Sear?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Raphael and Daniel stared at each other, forehead against forehead.


    Felix let out a chuckle. "Guys, I love the friendly atmosphere," he commented, pulling up a chair and stretching his arms out, relaxing as he looked at them both with a smile.


    Felix''s teasing was enough to make Daniel and Raphael move away. After that, everyone except Daniel and Anton went to get their trays and choose what they wanted to eat. The counter was well-stocked, but unlike what you might find in a normal school cafeteria, there were trays of meats, grains, and salads. Just healthy food, as you''d expect from a club.


    Lucas helped himself to a bit of everything to maintain a balanced diet while Raphael filled his plate with carbohydrates and proteins.


    When they sat down at the large table in the center of the cafeteria, Anton asked the question:


    "There''s someone missing, isn''t there?"


    "It''s William. He went to A-Team," Lucas answered bluntly.


    William''s name fell on them like a bucket of cold water, cooling the lively atmosphere of before. The news was still fresh and, although they tried not to show it, there was a mixed feeling of frustration and annoyance, as if William''s choice of A-Team had created a division between them that hadn''t existed before.


    "Lucky." muttered Felix, rolling his eyes and resting his fork on his plate. "While we... well, you know." He shrugged, glancing at the others, who already knew what he was implying: the B-Team, which sounded like a secondary position, even though they knew it wasn''t quite like that.


    "No, he deserved it. William played very well and scored goals. It''s only fair that he''s there."


    "It''s not a question of deserving," replied Aidan with a slight tone of bitterness. "It''s a question of... I don''t know, luck? Connections? You''ll find out. If it was about merit, it''s hard for me to say that and not include myself, but Felix and Lucas were supposed to be there."


    "What?" Lucas raised his head.


    "I''m serious. You were the ones who played the best and the smartest." Aidan clarified his point.


    After Aidan''s words, a brief silence hung over the table.


    Lucas lowered his head, looking down at his still-full plate. The mixture of meats, grains and vegetables now looked less appetizing. He chewed in silence, thoughtfully, and then replied:


    "No, I understand Coach Jimenez''s decision. I''m not ready for the A-Team. The only way I could get away from Felix''s attentive marking was to leave the game for a while and then come back and try to surprise him. If I''d found another way or been able to overcome his marking with no problems, things might have been different. I lacked maturity and experience."


    Everyone was quiet, and Felix stared at Lucas for a few seconds. There was no reason for Felix to apologize, as Felix felt that the reason he had got into the sieve was because his defensive presence was good and worked, especially when he marked Lucas.


    So they continued to eat, the conversation naturally returning to lighter topics and occasional laughter.


    Suddenly, the door to the cafeteria opened with a bang, and a young man in his twenties walked in, looking excited. His clothes clearly indicated that he was part of Brighton''s coaching staff, with the club''s emblem on a large jacket and an enormous smile.


    "Ah, I was told you were already here. How nice!" The young man said hello, and everyone stopped eating to look at him. "Look, kids, when you''ve finished, meet me out here. I''ll take you to Team-B''s exclusive changing room."


    "Okay, boss, we''ll be there in two minutes!" Luiz Fernando replied.


    The young man nodded with a smile and, before leaving, added: "Oh, enjoy and eat up. We''ll need you with plenty of energy!"


    And then he left, leaving the dining-room door open. The group finished their meal quickly because they were excited about their first day of training. Even though B-Team was considered secondary, they were excited to have an exclusive changing room.


    *


    A few minutes later, they found themselves at the entrance to the cafeteria, where the assistant coach was waiting for them. He was leaning against the wall with a lit cigarette between his fingers, releasing a thin column of smoke into the air.


    "Is smoking allowed around here? I mean... you are our coach, after all." Raphael said.


    The boy let out a relaxed laugh between puffs. "Relax, guys. I''m just the assistant coach of Team-B. You''re the athlete here, not me." He winked.


    Lucas, standing a little further back, watched the coach with interest. It was curious how someone so young and easy-going could be part of a team from such a traditional club. He didn''t seem the least bit intimidated, but he also didn''t seem the type to take everything extremely seriously something that, in a way, brought relief to the tense group.


    The coach took another drag and threw the cigarette on the ground, putting it out with his foot before motioning with his head for them to follow him. "Come on, I''ll show you the way."


    They followed him around the outside of the Brighton CT, watching the multiples being automatically irrigated.


    When they reached the door marked with the Brighton symbol, the assistant coach stopped, turned to them and made a dramatic gesture, pushing the door open with a smile.


    "Gentlemen, welcome to the B-Team dressing room!"

 Chapter 93 92 - Making New Friends (Part 2)

    "Gentlemen, welcome to the B-Team dressing room!"The group of players eagerly crossed the threshold with great anticipation. However, their initial enthusiasm slowly dissolved into a mixture of surprise and disappointment. The changing room was... small. The walls were a faded beige, and the room had a faint smell of damp, not exactly unpleasant, but definitely not the freshness you''d expect from a newly assembled facility.


    In the right-hand corner, a worn wooden bench, which creaked at the slightest pressure, revealed that it probably wasn''t a new piece. On the left-hand side, a row of old iron hangers dangled lazily, some with pieces of adhesive tape holding the frayed ends together.


    Yet everything was clean. Every detail showed signs of quick and thoughtful maintenance, albeit limited by the short notice. The doors of the metal cupboards at the back showed scratches, perhaps marks of use from previous seasons, when that space still housed the belongings of staff and other workers at the CT. Now it was the temporary home of the B-Team, and its new members looked around, a little disappointed.


    The assistant coach, noticing the youngsters'' initial reaction, shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, embarrassed.


    "Well... maybe this isn''t the changing room you were expecting," he began, his eyes dancing between the faces still staring at the small room. "The creation of B-Team was a bit of an... unexpected decision. We wanted to give you a space of your own, and this was the best we could do in the time available."


    An uncomfortable silence hung briefly in the air. Lucas exchanged a glance with Luiz Fernando, who seemed on the verge of making a comment to try to cheer the guys up, but held back.


    The assistant coach observed the boys'' reaction, let out a resigned sigh and, before anyone could express their dissatisfaction, smiled and opened the door at the back of the small changing room.


    "Now, before you start moaning about the size of the space, I have another surprise."


    As the door in question opened fully, the group was surprised to see four boys sitting in a makeshift circle in the middle of what appeared to be a kind of storeroom next to the changing room. On the floor, a deck of cards was distributed among them, and one of them - the most tired and dejected-looking ¡ª raised his head slowly when he realized the door had opened.


    "Finally... I thought you were going to leave us locked up here forever, Alex." The boy said, throwing the cards down.


    The technical assistant, now identified as Alex, laughed lightly. "Don''t be dramatic, Denis. It was just a creative way of introducing the new staff. By the way, guys," he turned to the newcomers, showing the group with a broad gesture. "these here are the veterans of our B-Team."


    Then all four boys came out of the closet and stood in front of Lucas and the others.


    "The first one who looks like he''s just got out of bed is Denis," introduced Alex.


    Denis, a boy with messy hair and an unshaven beard, rolled his eyes and nodded in a lazy greeting.


    Alex then pointed to the second boy, who wore a cap and a pair of headphones around his neck, tapping lightly on the floor as if following the rhythm of an imaginary song.


    "That''s Miguel. He''s our unofficial DJ, so if you hear loud music during breaks, you can bet it''s his doing."


    Miguel took out one of his headphones and gave the newcomers a friendly smile. "Anything, just ask for a playlist. We try to keep the mood light here."


    Next in line was a tall, slender young man with blond hair and an almost arrogant smile. He was leaning forward, his eyes shining with anticipation as he looked at the newcomers, as if he were assessing them.


    "And this is Artur. A natural striker, but also our king of bad jokes. Feel free to ignore him whenever he thinks he''s funny."


    Artur laughed, clearly not caring about the description. He held out his hand to Lucas, then to the other boys.


    "We used to be on the A-team, so you''ll have to respect us and take your places for now."


    Finally, Alex pointed to the fourth member of the group, a quieter boy with a serious expression.


    "Finally, we have Loki, or at least that''s what he always asks to be called," said Alex. "He''s our nerd." Arthur, with his irreverent energy, nudged Loki, who until then had been silently observing the newcomers.


    "Hey, guys." Loki said.


    "Don''t go scaring the guys, Loki. They haven''t even seen how we train. Or rather, how we don''t train."


    Loki sighed. "Don''t listen to half of what those three say. They just want to intimidate you. We do train here, but we couldn''t keep up with the A-Team and that''s why we were relegated."


    "Well, it looks like you''ve already been properly introduced to ''B-Team style''," he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the door. "Now, before we split up for training, how about a quick activity to break the ice?"


    Lucas suddenly raised his hand, stopping Alex from continuing. "I have a question."


    "What is it, Lucas Tanaka?"


    "You said you''re not our coach, but the assistant. If that''s the case, where''s our coach?"


    Alex laughed and moved away from the door. An almost mischievous glint shone in his eyes before he finally decided to answer.


    "Good question, Lucas Tanaka.... The head coach of Team-B is also the assistant coach of Team-A. He went to accompany the A-team in an important friendly match."


    "Friendly?" Raphael asked.


    Alex smiled confidently. "Yes, a friendly. By the way, if you''re interested, you should know that we also have a friendly scheduled for the end of the week."


    This statement not only captured the attention of the newcomers, but also surprised the veterans, who were used to a routine without much excitement.


    "Friendly for Team-B?" Denis stirred, adjusting his messy hair as if suddenly awake. "It''s a joke, right?" S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Artur cast a look of false suspicion at Alex. "That''s the part where you tell us our opponent is the A-Team, isn''t it? Just to make sure we get destroyed in public."


    Alex laughed, a relaxed laugh that echoed through the small space of the storeroom. "Not at all, Artur. This time, it''s an outside team. You''re playing Liverpool''s Under-18s. Didn''t you want to get out of anonymity? This will be your chance to start getting recognized by other clubs too."

 Chapter 94 93 - Number 7

    Lucas, still holding his hand up, slowly lowered it as his gaze fixed on the assistant coach named Alex. The feeling of surprise that Lucas was feeling had also gone through all the other boys ¡ª after all, playing against a club like Liverpool, even if it was the under-18s, was a great opportunity.The shocked silence was broken by Miguel removing the headset from his head and putting it around his neck. "Is that... serious?" he asked, showing interest for the first time in their conversation.


    Alex ducked his head a little and smiled. "I''m more serious than ever. I wouldn''t joke about something like this. I know that''s your sound, and it''s mine too."


    "Wait a minute... we''re going to face Liverpool Under-18s just like that? We''re Team-B!" said Arthur, the blond-haired boy. He no longer exuded the same confidence as before. "How...? It makes little sense. Are they just trying to throw us to the wolves?" He looked at Denis and Loki, hoping they would back him up.


    Alex crossed his arms. "This is your chance, boys, to show what you''re capable of. It''s not a championship, but winning a pre-season friendly like this could make the guys on the A-Team''s coaching staff look at you with fresh eyes. You may not have the most glamorous space or the coach with you all the time, but that doesn''t diminish what''s coming. Believe me, you''ll want to train hard for this game."


    Alex''s speech had a different weight for each person there, but it was undeniable that what he was saying made sense. Everyone knew that the B-Team was far from being seen in the same light as the A-Team, but a game like this could be a golden ticket.


    Lucas wondered for a moment if the majority felt the same way. Then, when he looked over and saw everyone with cheerful expressions, he knew he wasn''t the only one.


    ''And I thought maybe they''d chicken out.'' Alex thought, visually seeing the impact of his words on these boys, becoming more relaxed. "Well, before you get too excited, let''s get all this energy out. In particular, I''d like to train each of you individually, but I still need to find out for myself what you can and can''t do. We''re going to do a six-on-six now, but before we do that, open your lockers, boys."


    Lucas turned and faced the locker where he saw his name labeled in clear letters, with a simplicity that carried the weight of a promise for him. "Tanaka" was written in white letters, contrasting with dark, old metal. As he opened the cupboard, his eyes widened slightly when he saw the Brighton uniform hanging there, every fold in the fabric freshly ironed and spotless. He ran his hand down the shirt, feeling the material under his fingers, while noting the Brighton emblem stitched on the chest.


    On the back of the uniform, his surname was written, just as he had requested when Brighton emailed, asking for the measurements Lucas wore. Just below his name was the number "7", which made Lucas frown.


    Lucas had never played in the number 7 shirt. At the Wushia School, he used to be the "8" at first, the one who controlled the midfield and provided crucial passes. Then he migrated to a "10", the shirt of the maestros, the essence of the attack, who created chances and dictated the pace. He even played as a winger in some matches. But a number 7... he had never been one.


    He looked around and saw Miguel wearing the number "10" ¡ª the same Miguel who hardly paid attention and kept listening to music. Arthur was wearing "9". Those two came from the A-Team, they had the experience, the prestige and, perhaps, the immediate respect that Lucas was still looking for.


    ''All right.'' Lucas thought as he took off his shirt. ''I''m still not number 10 here, but this gives me another reason to fight.''


    "Let''s get on with it." Arthur''s voice caught everyone''s attention, bringing them back to reality.


    Soon, Lucas was smoothing his number 7 shirt over his body as he followed the others onto the pitch.


    The freshly wet grass was very pleasant to walk on, and the training space was very large, but they weren''t alone, because a field next door was being used by the children''s team. Also, some of the club''s staff, seeing that training was about to start, approached the railings and benches parallel to the pitch to watch.


    Alex stopped in midfield and waited for everyone to approach. He seemed much more animated and confident than when they first met. As soon as the last player entered the midfield circle, Alex said: S~ea??h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "So, lads. We''re here because I want to see what each of you offers. Don''t worry about fixed positions. Today, the priority is to show your individuality, your ability to read the game and improvise. Anyone who understands that will know what I expect from this team. Of course, we have twelve players in the team and only eleven positions, so it''s all about places in the team. But remember that this is a training session, not a proper match, and your coach isn''t even here, so don''t use everything you''ve got."


    Alex continued:


    "I''m going to split you into two teams of six. I myself will be in goal for one of the teams."


    "Eh? Really?" Luiz Fernando asked.


    "It may not seem like it, but I used to be a goalkeeper in my school''s soccer club," said Alex, smiling. "Now, as captain of the Blue Team, I don''t want to lose, and I also want to show the sieve guys the skills of their veterans, so I want you, you, you, you and you." He pointed to Miguel, Arthur, Denis, Loki, and Daniel. "You five go with me. Hillebrand, I want you on the bench for now. The rest of you, stay with Lucas. Come on, put on your vests and choose your positions quickly. We''ll let you start with the ball."


    Alex then kicked the ball that was near his feet to Lucas Tanaka, who received it and smiled.


    [The mission "Time-B against Time-B" has been awarded.]


    [Do you want to find out the objective of this mission?]

 Chapter 95 94 - B-Team Match

    Lucas pulled his number 7 shirt over his chest and raised his head. Just then, he felt a slap on the back."That''s it, Lucas. We''ll start with the ball. Let''s show off?" Raphael asked, smiling.


    Lucas nodded and said: "Right, let''s get into position."


    Lucas took the ball forward, advancing a few steps while Raphael positioned himself further to the left, ready to support. The other players on his team began to move in a simple but well-distributed formation on the small pitch. Suddenly, someone stopped next to Lucas as he looked ahead. He looked over and saw Felix.


    "Hey, kid, it''s good that we''re on the same team now, isn''t it?" S§×arch* The Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas felt Felix''s gaze on him and, for a moment, almost forgot about the ball between his feet. The presence of the No. 5, one of the most intimidating players Lucas had ever played against, brought a sense of responsibility - and a certain relief that they were on the same team. He smiled, still adjusting the position of the ball.


    "I think it''s good too, Felix. With you here, I feel we have a better chance of holding up play. I''ll need your cover if I go too high, OK?"


    Felix laughed briefly. "Relax, kid. Just don''t make me run more than I have to, okay?"


    Lucas nodded, undeterred by his companion''s tone. He knew Felix was two years older, but he also knew that this kind of teasing was, in a way, encouragement. Everyone had their own way of supporting, and his was that: firm and provocative.


    When the sharp murmur cut through the air, dispersing the slight silence that had settled in, Lucas took the initial touch, pushing the ball to Raphael, who quickly returned it to Lucas in the middle.


    ''With Team-B''s main attacking players in their team, I think they''ll get forward and score high.'' Lucas thought and laid the ball back to the defense with a light touch.


    However, while he expected the opposing team to push forward, they actually remained static, almost as if they were expecting some offensive action from Lucas and his teammates. This surprised him.


    ''It''s a trap.'' Lucas deduced quickly.


    Lucas took a deep breath, feeling the energy of the surrounding field. The sun was high, casting long shadows on the green, well-kept grass, which smelled of fresh earth and effort. The noise of the fans in the stands reverberated in the air, like an exciting melody that raised the adrenaline in his veins. He was ready. This game would not be just another match; it was an opportunity to prove himself, to show his worth.


    With one swift movement, he gave the ball a light touch, causing it to spin towards Raphael. The left winger, with his short hair and determined eyes, was well positioned, waiting for his chance. On receiving the ball, Raphael sped up like a rocket being launched. His feet seemed to dance across the pitch, dodging the pressure of the approaching opposition defender.


    "Come on, Lucas! On me!" Raphael shouted, his voice full of energy, as the muscles in his legs contracted, ready for a sprint.


    Lucas prepared to take the next step. He knew Raphael could do something incredible if he had the space. But when the left winger made a feint, a flash of unease crossed Lucas'' face. There was something in the opposing team''s posture, in the way they organized themselves, that suggested they were much more prepared than they expected.


    Lucas crossed the ball back to Raphael, who controlled the ball with his right foot, but before he could advance, he noticed a quick movement. Arthur, the opposing team''s No. 9, a tall and cunning player, launched himself towards the ball, like a predator in search of its prey.


    "Look out!" Felix shouted, his piercing voice echoing amid the noise of the crowd. Lucas tried to step sideways to avoid the interception, but Arthur was quicker and more experienced.


    The No. 9 slid across the pitch and, with a precise touch, deflected the ball, throwing it into the passing line.


    ''What was that? He reacted too quickly.'' Lucas thought.


    With impressive speed, Arthur threw the ball to the opposite side, where one of his teammates was already preparing to attack.


    "Get back! Defend!" shouted Anton, the goalkeeper, as he positioned himself in his area. Lucas watched as the opposing team advanced, their players moving with a fluidity that seemed rehearsed, like a choreographed ballet.


    Time-B''s main striker, fast and determined, drove the ball into the defense. After all, the field was reduced, which was preparing for the impact.


    Lucas saw defender Luiz Fernando position himself, trying to block Arthur''s path, but the striker dribbled past him boldly, as if Luiz were just a momentary obstacle.


    With a confident smile, Arthur prepared to shoot. The blow was firm and swift, an arrow towards the goal. Anton threw himself to one side, stretching out his arms with all his might, but the ball flew past him and into the bottom right-hand corner of the net.


    "One-nil to the B-Team!" announced Hillebrand, changing the paper scoreboard at the side of the pitch because that was all he had left to do.


    When the ball returned to midfield, Raphael lowered his head and said:


    "I''m sorry guys, I didn''t see he was so close and I missed the ball that led to the counter-attack. It was bad, really!"


    "That wasn''t the only problem. We have to organize ourselves better. Our defense was weak." Felix said, including himself in the comment.


    "They''re playing as a team. We need to connect and not let the ball slip away again because they have four attacking pieces and much greater synchronization than us. Working as a team comes naturally to them." Lucas expressed what he was thinking at the time of the goal: "Let''s exchange more passes and go forward as a pack. That''s the only way we''ll score goals."


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    Description: This is a six-on-six training match that''s worth nothing but confidence and honor.


    Objective: Provide three assists or score three goals.


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    +2 Rare Cards.


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 Chapter 96 95 - Posture

    [EX-A-TEAM 1-0 B-TEAM.] sea??h th§× N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.Below the halfway line, Lucas took a deep breath, watching the opposing team celebrate their first goal.


    Arthur, the number 9, exchanged a few quick greetings with his teammates. The newly changed score reflected one-nil, but for Lucas, the game had only just begun.


    They had already learned this: Team-B was much more organized than it appeared.


    Raphael, with a somewhat forced smile, approached the middle of the pitch, tidying up his number 11 shirt, which seemed to stick to his body from the sweat. Still wheezing, the left-winger looked at Lucas and commented in a low voice:


    "You know, they''re playing with a kind of precision I didn''t expect. I didn''t think they''d give us so much trouble because they''re part of Team B like all of us here on this side."


    Lucas put a hand to the back of his head to stop them from knowing what he was talking about. "Yeah, we couldn''t have underestimated them. They got through the sieve before we did, so even if they''re the worst of Brighton, they''re the worst of the best... Anyway, they''re playing on the counter-attack. That must be their style. That alone would explain their efficiency on the first goal. They''re waiting for us to make a mistake so they can take the ball and shoot like arrows."


    Raphael raised an eyebrow. "That makes sense. So what do we do?"


    Amid the buzz of the crowd, he muttered to Raphael:


    "The only way to beat such a well-positioned team is to play the ball calmly and keep possession. We need to go forward as a block, without rushing. If we can do that, we''ll force their mistakes and open up space for ourselves."


    "Are you sure? There are only five of us, and it''s harder to keep possession like that."


    "That''s exactly why Alex asked them to play like this."


    "What?" Raphael looked at Lucas, frowning.


    "Isn''t it obvious? Alex isn''t testing them, he''s testing us. He wants to know how we think, how we react, how we play, and how we adapt during a game against a stronger opponent. That''s why he put together that team with only A-Team players."


    Raphael was a little surprised by Lucas'' ability to think and analyze. It had been just over a minute since they had conceded a goal, but Lucas had already thought of so many things that it was impressive. To Raphael, it seemed as if he was playing with an old player who always kept his cool and his wits about him.


    At the restart, Lucas, just like the previous time, passed to Raphael on the left wing, who didn''t return the pass as he had done. Instead, Raphael played it back to Aidan, who was waiting attentively.


    Aidan, the dark-haired left-back, controlled the ball with the side of his foot and passed it to Luiz Fernando, who, as always, was in his defensive position, observing everything around him. Luiz Fernando was the kind of player who understood the importance of calmness in the game and, at that moment, he knew that any thoughtless step could be the opening that Time-B had been waiting for.


    As Luiz Fernando turned the ball over and passed to Felix, Alex, the assistant coach, watched the game with his arms crossed and a satisfied expression on his face. He stood upright under the goal and, watching them pass the ball, thought aloud:


    "These boys show that they have potential. They know how to understand the game and adapt to force a change in the opposition''s style of play. But can they keep their concentration?"


    While his analysis distracted Alex, suddenly a loud shout from Arthur made him open his eyes.


    "Hey Alex, wake up!"


    Alex frowned, confused, and then, following the stares of the players, he spotted a ball crossing the sky with an impossible curve. For a moment, the pitch seemed to stop as the sphere made a curved, almost magical trajectory towards the goal. In the next second, the ball went in flawlessly, without Alex even having time to react.


    A heavy silence overtook the pitch. Felix Vogler, No. 5, was standing in the middle of the reduced pitch with a cunning smile on his lips. He raised his head towards Alex, put both hands to his mouth and said:


    "Pay attention, assistant coach! If you stand like that at the goal, inattentive, there will be more long-range shots that will surprise you," he said in a humorous tone.


    Alex blinked a few times, still taking in what had just happened, before letting out a short laugh. ''Did the son of a bitch shoot from so far away when he saw me close my eyes for a second? Was he expecting that? No, he had to have been watching me from the start of the game,'' thought Alex.


    Raphael, standing next to Lucas, let out a low whistle, still in disbelief at what he had just witnessed. With a smile beginning to form at the corner of his mouth, he muttered:


    "Fiu~ Did you see that? What a kick!"


    "I saw it, yes..." he replied, still half absorbed, and raised an eyebrow, shaking his head in reluctant admiration. "The guy had a courage that..." He paused, choosing his words. "That only someone very attentive would have."


    Felix, taking advantage of the pause in play while the ball was cleared from the back of the net, took a few slow steps towards Lucas and Raphael.


    "So, did you wake the team up or do I have to shoot again?" he asked, with an almost defiant smile.


    "Well done, Felix. That was quite a kick. Only someone with enough courage would have risked it from so far away."


    Felix stopped, his smile faltering for a moment. He disguised it by looking away, but the slight blush on his cheeks didn''t escape Raphael, who smiled as he noticed the effect of Lucas'' words.


    Raphael, unable to contain himself, let out a light laugh. "That makes sense... but I admit, I never expected to see you turning red, Felix!" he said, mocking Felix, who raised his nose in feigned indignation.


    "Me? Red?" Felix shook his head, trying to regain his posture. "Not at all. This is just... anger at Lucas'' boring answer."

 Chapter 97 96 - EX-A-Team

    Anton slapped his gloves as he shouted instructions to his teammates: "Let''s get the game flowing, without rushing! And Felix, without inventing too much and compromising the ball again!" He flashed a smile at Felix, and it made a vein pop out of Felix''s head."The son of a bitch changes when he''s on his game..." muttered Felix.


    The ball rolled out, and Lucas quickly intercepted a pass from Denis that was aimed at Miguel on the right.


    With the ball at his feet, Lucas took a few steps forward, but soon passed to Raphael on the left. Raphael received it calmly, gliding as if he were part of the pitch, with a lightness that showed his intimacy with the ball. With a quick glance forward, he decided not to keep the pass back this time. He advanced down the wing, evading an opponent and keeping possession with an unpretentious skill that captivated those watching.


    However, Ex-A-Team quickly closed down his marker.


    Lucas, realizing the difficulty, ran in support, offering himself as an option to Raphael, who quickly returned the ball to him. Wasting no time, Lucas turned his body towards his opponent''s goal and, reading quickly, saw Aidan coming up the right wing, unmarked. S§×ar?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Go, Aidan!" Lucas shouted, pointing in the right direction. Aidan sprinted forward, his eyes fixed on the ball coming towards him. He clutched it to his chest, feeling the pressure of the approaching Loki, but Aidan slid the ball forward with an agile touch and prepared a cross into the box.


    The ball arced perfectly towards Raphael, who, positioned on the edge of the penalty area, was preparing to head it in. However, Arthur, who was also a striker, had retreated and stood next to him, partially blocking the movement.


    Raphael had to adjust his body in the air, his head turning slightly to make subtle but direct contact. The ball deflected slightly, heading towards Lucas, who was waiting on the edge of the penalty area. With impressive coolness, he threatened to shoot but controlled with his left foot and, before his opponents could react, shot with his right, aiming for the bottom right corner of the goal. Almost unnoticed, the shot was quick and low, a straight line that the goalkeeper tried to save, but it was too late. The net bulged, and the score was level. The field erupted in a chorus of celebration.


    [EX-A-Team 1 x 2 B-TEAM.]


    The ball rolled again, and Miguel, the talented No. 10 of the opposing team, dominated and passed to Denis, who was next to him.


    Denis tried to play Miguel through, but Lucas intercepted and smiled in the corner when he saw his opponent''s surprised expression. He quickly got to grips with the ball and laid it off to Felix, who deftly passed to Luiz Fernando, who advanced through the middle. Surprisingly, for a defender, Luiz was skillful with his legs and made a short dribble to get rid of Arthur and then passed to Raphael, who ran towards the goal. However, just as Raphael was about to shoot, he was disarmed by Loki.


    "You won''t get past me!" Loki exclaimed.


    Loki took advantage of the possession and, with an agile touch, passed the ball to Miguel, who was ahead and already advancing with impressive skill. He dribbled with subtle touches, evading the tackling attempts of Felix and Aidan. When Luiz Fernando prepared to intercept him, Miguel turned his body elegantly, confusing the marking. With a quick glance at Arthur, who was already positioning himself in the area, Miguel crossed the ball in a perfect arc before it rolled across the grass because of his body swivel.


    Arthur rose at just the right moment, beating Anton and heading the ball powerfully. The ball went into the right corner of the goal, and the opposing team celebrated with shouts and jumps.


    Anton punched the ground with an expression of frustration.


    "Calm down, Anton. It''s not over." Luiz Fernando said.


    "I know, but I could have reached that ball." Anton replied.


    Raphael scratched the back of his head frantically, annoyed. "Every time we lose the ball up front, they get a counter-attack like that. What the fuck!"


    Lucas heard him complain, but didn''t have much to say. Arthur and the other A-Team players were fast and on a reduced pitch, a counter-attacking move with players like that was easily fatal.


    With a nod, Lucas gestured to his team and, wasting no time, positioned himself in midfield, waiting for the restart. The ball rolled again.


    "Denis, wake up! Come on, press now!" shouted Loki.


    Denis always looked sleepy and ran a little. He looked at Loki and said: "Huh? You want me to run?"


    "Yes, high mark."


    "Ah..." Denis gave a wink, almost as if he was responding to Loki''s shout with a lazy nod, but when he advanced and marked Lucas closely, Lucas didn''t even see what happened until Denis had already stolen the ball passed to Arthur.


    ''Damn, I''ve got to catch up.'' Lucas ran after Arthur.


    Arthur seemed to have noticed Lucas'' gaze, and with a mischievous grin, made a point of teasing him, stopping and stepping on the ball with one of his feet.


    "I''ll teach you how to hold a ball, Lucas." Arthur grinned and, with a touch of arrogance, let the ball slip a little in front of him, but with the tip of his boot, he gave it a little touch, stopping it with precision.


    His arms reached out to the sides, nuzzling Lucas back, as if shooing away an annoying fly.


    "Do you want to mark me closely? Let''s see how good you are, kid." he teased, his voice hoarse, but without losing his wry smile.


    Lucas wasn''t in the mood for teasing, so he activated the skill <Faster than Fast Reflexes>. Arthur''s movements became predictable. Lucas didn''t wait another second. With a movement so fast that it was almost a blur, he stepped forward and, with a precise touch, slid his leg in to intercept the ball that Arthur was trying to control.


    The ball rolled away, and the wide-eyed striker tried to recover, but it was too late. Lucas had already mastered it with a firm, quick touch, controlling possession effortlessly. The crowd reacted in amazement.


    Felix, who had been in a waiting position, wasted no time. With the agility of a feline, he advanced and took the ball for himself.


    The next few minutes passed quickly for the players, as the moves continued to be intense and the game seemed to go on and on. That''s when Alex, the assistant coach, blew the whistle and made everyone stop and look at him.


    "Well done, everyone!" Alex exclaimed. "That was enough for me to get an idea of what everyone needs to improve. Let''s take a breather and then I''ll explain."


    As the players gathered, sweaty and panting, Lucas felt a little relieved, as he was already exhausted from all the running and fighting. However, he was also pleased because, looking at the paper scoreboard that Hillebrand had constantly fiddled with over the last few minutes, his team had done well, very well.


    [EX-A-Team 6 x 6 B-TEAM.]


    [Arthur - 3 Goals (Assisted by Denis, Miguel and Loki)


    Lucas - 2 Goals (Assisted by Felix and Raphael)


    Miguel - 2 Goals (Assisted by Denis)


    Raphael - 1 Goal (Assisted by Lucas)


    Felix - 1 Goal (Assisted by Lucas)


    Denis - 1 Goal (Assisted by Daniel)


    Luiz Fernando - 1 Goal (Assisted by Lucas).]

 Chapter 98 97 - Afternoon

    "Everyone here?" Alex looked around. "Good. Today''s game was exactly what I needed to see. You showed grit, and also some flaws. And that''s what we''re going to focus on now."Alex gestured with his head for the players to come closer, forming a semicircle around him.


    "The first thing I want you to know is that this draw doesn''t mean you''re at the same level. It means we have a lot to work on and improve," began Alex, crossing his arms. "Each of you today showed both your strengths and weaknesses. And it''s on this basis that I''m going to show some specific training sessions."


    He looked at Arthur, who was still wearing that teasing smile from a few minutes ago.


    "Arthur, you''re excellent at finishing and dribbling under pressure, but your confidence sometimes leaves you vulnerable. There was when you concentrated so much on ''playing'' with Lucas that you missed the chance to finish more quickly. In proper matches, this attitude can be costly. Your training will focus on pressure simulations, where reaction time and speed of decision will be crucial. I want you to work on the mentality that sometimes giving up the spectacle can lead to victory."


    Arthur nodded. "All right, sir."


    "Lucas..." Alex now turned to the protagonist with an appraising look. "You''ve done an excellent job of intercepting and starting counter-attacks. You''re also a very good shot-stopper and passer. However, defensively, you''re not very good. Several times opponents passed you and only had to ignore your presence because you didn''t even take a shot."


    Lucas knew Alex was right, because Lucas was never very good defensively and during training, he was trying not to use his skills unless necessary.


    With a nod, Alex moved on, turning his attention to the other players. Apparently, Alex was doing evaluations out loud like this, rather than individual ones, because it was constructive criticism and mentioning others'' mistakes and shortcomings helped the teammates to get to know each other and also to realize that everyone needed to grow, regardless of how many goals or assists they had scored during the training game.


    -:|:-


    Later that afternoon, training finally ended.


    The players, exhausted, dragged themselves to the dressing room, some still discussing plays or reflecting on the coach''s constructive criticism.


    Lucas felt a mixture of exhaustion and excitement, thinking about the points Alex had raised. He knew he needed to train his defense more, that he couldn''t be satisfied with just being a good striker or passer. He needed to be complete.


    "So, what did you think?" asked Rafael, approaching him as the two made their way to the changing room. Their breathing was still heavy.


    "Did he take it hard because it was his first training session, or are we the ones who aren''t used to it?" S~ea??h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Alex laughed at Lucas'' question. "I do not know, but considering that even the players who used to be in the A-Team are tired, it was an atypical training session."


    Lucas looked up, feeling his black hair wet with sweat. "Yeah, a routine like this is going to be difficult, but Alex is right. I need to work harder at defending sometimes. I can''t just rely on my ability to attack."


    Rafael nodded with a slight smile of understanding. "Welcome to the club. He said I also need to focus more on dribbling and covering. Looks like we''ll have to become experts at that."


    Lucas laughed. "At least we have company to suffer together, right?"


    They both laughed and, after an invigorating shower, got dressed and left the changing room under the faint glow of the lights that marked the end of the day. Night was falling when they finally returned to the institute, the sky tinged with a dark blue that only made the gardens and open green fields seem more peaceful.


    The institute, with its almost obsessive focus on sports, had impressive facilities for various disciplines: a building just for the swimming team, an indoor arena for rugby and lacrosse training, and multipurpose courts for basketball, volleyball and other sports. During the day, the outdoor areas were bustling with shouts of training, but at that time, the night lights bathed the practically empty buildings.


    "Have you got used to the place yet?" asked Rafael, as the two crossed a well-kept garden.


    Lucas looked around, still impressed by the structure of the institute. "I''m trying. This is the first time I''ve studied in a place so focused on sports. I think that makes the pressure even greater, right? Here, everyone wants to be the best."


    Rafael nodded with an understanding smile. "You''ll see, over time, you get used to it. It''s strange at first, but soon you don''t even feel it. You just end up getting more competitive, even if you don''t realize it. Alex really knows how to get the best out of us."


    As they approached the dormitory building, they climbed the stairs. It was an old building, so it didn''t have an elevator, but it also meant that it was a building with thick walls that muffled outside sounds and provided comfort for the students. Even on the busiest nights, the dormitory was a place of rest where everyone could finally leave the pressures of the day behind.


    Because the distribution of dorms on each floor was based on availability, Lucas and Raphael, who were on the same team, might not have ended up on the same floor. This became clear when they reached the second floor and Raphael stopped in front of a door on the left. He indicated with a slight nod, giving an exhausted smile.


    "This is where I''m staying. If you need anything, just call. And, hey... it was good training with you today, man. It''s good to have a friend."


    Lucas smiled back, put his hands in his pockets, and turned away. "Don''t get so attached to me. I''m still not satisfied with my position as an attacking midfielder. Maybe I''ll steal your position as a left-winger."


    "Son of a bitch! It''s not enough that I have to worry about Hillebrand. Now I have to worry about you too?"


    Lucas took one hand out of his pocket and waved, still with his back turned. "I''m kidding, man. Playing left-winger is not my intention unless I have no choice. I proved to myself today that I can play better as an attacking midfielder than I ever did as a winger."

 Chapter 99 98 - Moustache

    Lucas stopped in front of the door to room 307, the number slightly faded by the years. He carefully turned the handle, pushed the door open, and entered.The room was simple, but comfortable. The window was still ajar and let in a cool evening breeze.


    Lucas dropped his backpack beside the bed and collapsed on the mattress, letting out a deep sigh. He felt completely drained of energy. There was no doubt that Alex was a demanding assistant coach, which made Lucas wonder what their coach would be like.


    He settled back on the bed, resting his head on the pillow as he stared at the ceiling. He then stretched his right hand forward and asked aloud:


    "Heavens, you''re in there, aren''t you?"


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    Lucas smiled a little. "I want to see how much I''ve evolved today after taking the Active Talent Enhancement Pill."


    [Your growth has been substantial].


    +


    [Talents]


    Ball Control: 5


    Endurance: 4


    Strength: 4


    Heading: 5


    Scoring: 6


    Vision: 7


    Positioning: 4


    +


    In most skills, Lucas had only gone up one or two points. In theory, it wasn''t a vast improvement. However, considering that he had focused most of his time on defense training after that group game, he had progressed very well in other areas.


    "In the end, I think my defense training will help me improve other aspects such as positioning, vision, strength and so on."


    [Correct. Your vision and perception of the game became more refined as you reacted to Loki''s advances during his offense training with your defense training].


    Lucas nodded, almost automatically. "I wonder if the official coach will focus on that too..."


    [Probably so. After all, what the coach will see when he assesses you is the basis of your potential.]


    His eyes heavy with sleep, Lucas let C¨¦os'' voice slowly merge with his thoughts. Though he closed his eyes, he continued to mentally watch every move that day.


    "Thank you, C¨¦os," he murmured, with a tone of sincere gratitude.


    [I''ll always be here, Lucas. Now, rest. Tomorrow will bring new opportunities for you to grow even more.]


    -:|:-


    Lucas woke up the next morning to the insistent sound of his alarm. He got up slowly, his body still feeling a little heavy from the intense training routine. However, something inside him, a flame fueled by the visible growth on the talent board, motivated him to get out of bed. He had to hurry if he wanted to make the most of the morning and get to class on time this time.


    He dressed quickly and made his way to the cafeteria, where he grabbed some coffee. The corridors of the institute were full of excited voices, students of different ages and nationalities chatting about their weekend plans or exchanging ideas about the morning''s classes.


    For Lucas, who was anxious, the classes passed at an almost hypnotic pace. Lucas struggled to stay focused on the content, but his mind always wandered to training.


    The teachers noticed his distant gaze a few times, but, knowing the busy training routine that many of the students faced, they let it pass with an understanding smile.


    When the last bell of the morning rang, Lucas left the classroom with his heart beating a little faster. He made his way to the dormitory to change and, as he left, took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. It was his first training session under the supervision of the official coach, and he knew that this was his chance to impress someone who could determine his future on the team and, perhaps, his career by putting him in the A-Team.


    When he arrived at the field, he saw Alex already busy lining up the cones and organizing the equipment on a field. There was also a middle-aged man, with gray hair carefully combed back, a pair of rectangular glasses that gave him an austere appearance and a robust body. He was dressed simply, but his posture and his eyes attentive to the tablet in his hands gave the impression of someone who didn''t miss a single detail.


    Lucas cast a quick glance around the field as he adjusted his backpack on his shoulder, inhaling the fresh morning air, which brought with it a faint smell of cut grass and damp earth. He cracked a smile at the sight of Alex, but the middle-aged man next to the assistant made Lucas'' heart beat a little faster. The man''s rigid posture and unwavering expression conveyed authority, the kind that made even the most experienced question themselves.


    Alex noticed Lucas coming and waved to him, a brief smile on his lips. "Hey, Lucas! You were the first to arrive today. Where''s Raphael? You''re always together."


    "He had to sort something out with his physics teacher. But he said he''ll be here in a few minutes," Lucas replied, trying to sound relaxed.


    Alex nodded, but the gray-haired man next to him barely looked away from the tablet, continuing to slide his finger across the screen as if inspecting critical data. Lucas studied every detail of the new trainer. His moustache, almost impeccably white, was thick and neatly trimmed, framing an expression of someone who rarely let the world around him surprise him.


    "Lucas, right?" The coach''s voice cut through the air, firm, with no friendly inflection. It was a statement, not a question, as if he already knew everything about him and was just confirming an irrelevant piece of information.


    "Yes, sir!" Lucas answered automatically and straightened his posture instinctively.


    The coach looked up from his tablet and gave Lucas a calculating look. "Alex mentioned you put in a lot of effort in training yesterday. You focused on defense, positioning, and game awareness, right?"


    "Yes, coach. I''ve been working hard to improve on those aspects, but personally, I think I also need to improve my ability to intercept and take shots," Lucas replied, keeping his formal tone.


    The coach continued to watch him for a few more seconds in silence until he smiled out of the corner of his mouth. "Good. Let''s see how strong that proportional desire to improve really is. Get changed, kid. Today, you''re going to train your defense and attack in two different training blocks."


    "Yes, sir!"


    Thus began the most hellish week of training in Lucas'' entire life. S§×arch* The ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

 Chapter 100 99 - Mentality

    Over the next few days, Edward "Eddie" Thompson, the B-Team''s head coach, was much talked about and cursed among the boys.Thompson was the kind of coach who carried a heavy reputation. With passages at many smaller clubs in Europe when he was a third-rate player, he became a coach after his career ended to keep earning some money. He put on weight and neglected his own health, but thanks to his years as a player, he gained a strong philosophy.


    "No player reaches the top without a lot of effort, dedication and the desire to vomit during training." He said as soon as the team was assembled. "During all my years in soccer, I''ve seen countless players who are much more talented than the ones you see on TV. On my trip to South America, I saw players as talented as or even more so than Neymar and Messi, but do you know what sets them apart?"


    Eddie lightly tapped Arthur twice on the forehead with his index finger as he stood in front of him.


    "The mentality?" Arthur asked, confused.


    The coach nodded. "The mentality, of course. Many players rely too much on their talents, forget to develop their physique and therefore lose their way. Of course, that''s my philosophy. But I also believe it''s the future of professional soccer."


    So, from the very first training session, Coach Eddie showed why even the A-Team boys feared him.


    Lucas soon realized that the coming week would test not only his muscles but also his mental stamina and determination to be there, so far from home.


    That afternoon, the sun was being overcast by thick clouds, which left the training ground in a damp, almost gloomy penumbra.


    Lucas and the other players were doing another collective training session to show Eddie what they were good at, but this time, they were carrying weights on their heels. It was only two kilos on each leg, but it made a vast difference between running, passing and even moving around.


    "Seriously, what are these things for?" Denis, the team''s slacker, was looking at his right shin when he asked Lucas.


    "If you can do everything you do with weights on your legs, then you''ll do it even faster when you don''t!" Eddie answered him from the other side of the pitch, as if he had heard him perfectly.


    At the end of the collective training session, the score was much lower than the day before: 2-1 to the team in the yellow vests.


    Lucas and the others were panting on the pitch, looking tired, as Thompson approached.


    "First exercise completed. Now mark what I''m going to say. Defenders, practice interceptions and quick tackles. Midfielders focus on ball recovery and offensive transition. Forwards, training on finishing and positioning without the ball."


    Lucas, who would have been assigned to two blocks because he was an attacking midfielder, felt a twinge of laziness. However, taking a deep breath, he straightened his body, because he couldn''t be lazy after being so close and having entered someone else''s place in this sieve.


    So the next few days turned into a grueling routine. In the morning, they had normal lessons, and in the afternoon Thompson put them through endurance exercises that would make even the strongest of players question their abilities. Running from one side of the pitch to the other in short, explosive bursts, with no chance for rest, was just the beginning. Thompson wanted each of them to have "reaction power and mental toughness to match", as he repeated almost coldly.


    On the second day, Lucas could feel the sweat running down his face as he completed the last lap of a circuit.


    "Is that all you offer, Lucas?" Thompson''s voice cracked through Lucas'' fatigue like a whip, forcing him to raise his head.


    "No, sir! I can do more!" Lucas replied between gasps, trying to catch his breath and showing the determined look he kept inside.


    "Then show me. I won''t accept anything less here." Thompson turned and walked away, leaving no room for failure.


    In the afternoon, the training sessions focused on attack and defense techniques, dividing the group into two teams that simulated an intense match. Lucas, being almost an evolving striker, needed to do twice as much as ordinary strikers if he was to be really useful.


    Even so, Eddie''s guidance was merciless; when Lucas hesitated to intercept a pass or missed a shooting chance, Thompson would stop the exercise, forcing the team to repeat everything from the start.


    "Lucas, your shot was weak. Go to the back line and watch the play from there. I want to see you understand the mentality of a goalkeeper." Thompson instructed him with a critical eye.


    Alex, standing next to Lucas, gave him a sympathetic look as he watched him reluctantly move away from the defense. Thompson''s training sessions were demanding both physically and psychologically. Lucas''s frustration was mounting, and he wasn''t receiving any mission notifications, but somehow it ignited a spark of resistance within him. Sear?h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    On the fourth day, when Lucas entered the classroom, fatigue already weighed on his shoulders like a backpack full of stones.


    Raphael, next to him, looked even worse - his face was pale, and he staggered with every step as if the effort of training had drained him of any remaining energy. He wasn''t just training on the pitch like Lucas, but also on the treadmill at the gym to develop his speed in spurts.


    "You''re looking like a couple of zombies." Lucy commented in a joking tone, disguising the concern that her slightly frowning eyebrows displayed.


    Raphael, unable to plan any response, just slumped his head on the table with a weary sigh.


    Lucas, on the other hand, forced a smile. "It''s just the coach. The guy''s a machine. He trains us as if we were each competing in the Champions League final."


    Lucy giggled a little, taking a seat at the table next to Lucas. "Really? He''s going that hard? Wait, I thought you were on the B-Team, not the army." Lucy said with a giggle.


    "Yeah... but apparently Eddie doesn''t see much difference." Lucas let out a deep sigh and relaxed his shoulders. "He believes that mentality counts for more than talent. So... well, let''s just say he''s determined to turn us into little soldiers."


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    Lucy nodded and opened her mouth to say something, but the teacher entered the room and everyone returned to their seats. During the lesson, Lucy glanced worriedly in Lucas and Raphael''s direction, but there wasn''t much she could do to help them, and they didn''t seem to want to help either. It was just the inevitable tiredness of getting into a new routine.


    At this frenetic pace, the week went on like a relentless storm for Lucas and his B-Team colleagues. Soon, the weekend arrived ¡ª a mirage of rest that was quickly dispelled by Eddie Thompson''s words on Friday at the end of training.


    "Saturday will be the longest training session you''ve ever done. If you think this week has been intense, tomorrow you''ll understand the true meaning of dedication."


    Saturday dawned with a pale sky and a cold breeze that cut across the training ground. Lucas and the other players gathered on the pitch before seven in the morning, some with expressions of expectation, others with a more serious countenance, and prepared for what was to come.


    Thompson was already there, waiting for them with his arms crossed and an enigmatic smile under his white moustache.


    "I hope you slept well. Today is the day to test every drop of sweat you''ve shed this week."


    The first few hours were endurance exercises. Thompson divided them into groups and every fifteen minutes they took turns running circuits, muscle-building exercises and short sprints. At one point, Lucas was crouched with his hands on his knees, panting, while Eddie circled the players like a hawk watching its prey.


    "What''s the matter, Lucas? Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?"


    Lucas stood up with effort, wiping the sweat from his face with his forearm. "No, sir! I''m just catching my breath!"


    "Good, because you''ll need it for the next round. Now, come on, all of you!"


    And so it went. Every time one boy tired, Thompson pulled them back, making them run until their legs burned like fire.


    By the time the sun had descended over the horizon, Lucas and the others were exhausted, their bodies bent from the day''s enormous effort. Thompson gathered them in the center of the field, and strangely, he seemed happier than ever.


    "Congratulations, Team-B. You''ve made it through your first week of training. I can''t say I''m impressed yet, but I''ve seen progress. On Monday, we have a friendly at Liverpool''s facilities. It will be an opportunity for you to test yourselves in a real game and prove that I''m not just a crazy old man with a strange philosophy."


    Arthur, his body clearly exhausted, gave an excited smile, while Raphael exchanged a look of excitement with Lucas. The possibility of playing a friendly with an unknown opponent, and even more so in the facilities of a club like Liverpool, was a prize that almost made up for the exhaustion.


    "And since I know you wouldn''t have enough energy to play if we carried on like this, tomorrow will be a day of total rest." Thompson paused, watching the wave of relief that swept through the group. "But... before that, I''m having dinner. Barbecue. And not just any barbecue; the best in town. Consider it compensation for the little hell I''ve put you through this week."


    There was no need to say anything more. The announcement echoed a celebratory shout among the boys, and their tiredness was momentarily forgotten.


    "Barbecue! It''s been a long time since I''ve had barbecue!" Raphael said, stretching already.

 Chapter 101 100 - Steakhouse

    Coach Eddie Thompson had booked a table at a famous Brazilian steakhouse in the city, a place specializing in grilled meats.When they arrived and passed through the restaurant''s large wooden doors, Lucas looked around in awe at the very dark wooden decor, and he saw Luiz Fernando''s eyes light up.


    "Boy, it''s been a long time since I''ve been to a place like this. You''ll see, Brazilian barbecue is a piece of heaven," said Luiz.


    When they finally sat down, a waiter explained how the restaurant worked. It was a rotation steakhouse, meaning that the food was served without limit and for a fixed price. As long as the table still wanted meat, they would leave a sign in the center of the table that read "I''m not satisfied" with a green tint; when they wanted no more meat, they could put "I''m satisfied". This was so that the waiters who kept moving between the tables would know who still wanted to eat and who didn''t.


    It wasn''t long before a waiter with a huge skewer of meat in his hands approached. The first round was a shower of picanha, alcatra and maminha, as well as traditional accompaniments including farofa, rice and vinaigrette.


    Thompson and Alex each sat at one end of the fourteen-chair table, watching the boys eat heartily.


    Luiz Fernando, wasting no time, grabbed a piece of garlic bread from a waiter who came to offer it and bit into it with gusto. "This, my friends, is the real Brazilian gold," he said, still chewing and raising the bread as if it were a trophy.


    Lucas laughed, cutting off a piece of juicy meat and putting it on his plate. "I''ve never eaten so much meat like this. I don''t know if I''ll be able to last until the end!"


    The others laughed, and for a few minutes, the exhaustion of training seemed to have completely dissipated. Even the coach seemed at ease, smiling discreetly as he watched the boys devour each piece of meat that arrived at the table.


    After a few rounds, Loki pushed his plate away and let out a satisfied sigh. "Is this really just the beginning?"


    Eddie nodded with a smile and lifted a mug of beer. "Oh, they''re just warming up! Soon there''ll be fillet steak with cheese, sausages, ribs..." He looked around like someone making a sacred promise and continued, "Get ready."


    Alex, who was also enjoying the barbecue, raised his beer mug and made an informal toast. "To Team-B, who survived the first week. And may you have more stamina next time, because we''re going to need it."


    The boys raised their glasses of soda, following the coach and assistant coach.


    Alex knew that this was the calm before the storm and smiled, resting his head on one hand. At that moment, looking at the boys, he noticed that Aidan Perry, the boy with the long red hair, was quieter than usual. While the others laughed and had fun, Aidan gazed at one spot on the table, lost in thought. Intrigued by that serious expression in a moment of distraction and with the boy next to him on the edge of the table, Alex leaned a little towards him.


    "Aidan, are you all right? You seem to have something on your mind. Do you want to talk?" Alex asked.


    He still looked up as if he had been pulled back from somewhere far away. He looked at the young brown-haired technical assistant and was about to say something like "Everything''s fine", but decided it was better not to keep that secret much longer. Besides, if it was only Alex who knew, everything was fine.


    Aidan lowered his head and looked into his glass of soda. "It''s just that... almost three months ago, I did a sift for Liverpool''s under-18s."


    "Oh, really?"


    "Yeah... I was excited. I trained for weeks and did everything I could to get through, but... I didn''t get through. Not even close. I ended up stopping in the second phase. They told me that left-backs always had to focus on defense because left-backs are usually the fastest players, so having two speedy players running on the same side wouldn''t be productive." He looked up and turned to Alex. "At the time, I thought about changing the way I played, changing my position, because I wanted to turn things around. However, I promised myself that I would try out for another club before making that decision, and I ended up doing the trial for Brighton. Now we''re going to play them..."


    At that moment, Aidan realized that silence had taken over the table. He looked to his left and saw that everyone was listening to him vent his concerns. Even Coach Eddie, who had been so focused on his plate, was quiet and serious as Aidan spoke.


    The coach looked up and, after a few seconds, cleared his throat, drawing the boys'' attention. S§×arch* The NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Defeats mark people and failures irritate, but mistakes ruin ideas, people, relationships and dreams. However, these three things happen all the time in soccer. Do any of you know why it''s the most famous sport in the world?"


    The boy, who was always sleepy, Denis, raised one hand to answer. "It''s because soccer is the most human sport there is. The others are always about standardization, scoring every move, agility of decision, while in soccer things are natural and unplanned."


    "A perfect answer, Denis." Eddie congratulated him and then looked at Aidan. "Kid, I will not say that Liverpool was wrong not to sign you for their first team because they''re not wrong. How many left-backs are there in the world who can replace a left winger perfectly? Few, maybe less than five, do it excellently. Soccer is a sport of failures and improvisations, but it''s still a sport that strives for excellence and, unless you''re a generational talent like Ronaldinho, Zidane or Adriano the Emperor, it''s best to follow a standardized game, passing sideways instead of crossing all the time."


    "Boss..." Alex, with a bead of sweat running down the side of his face, tried to warn the coach about what he was saying.


    "Calm down, I''m not finished yet... Yes, the best way to avoid mistakes is to standardize, but talented players easily overcome standardization. Look, Messi made history in Guardiola''s tactical scheme at Barcelona and broke the record for goals in a single year in 2012. However, I don''t consider this to be Messi''s prime, even if he did win the Ballon d''Or. For me, the best Messi I''ve seen play so far is the Messi of 2015. More mature, distributing more passes and helping the team more."


    The atmosphere around the table had changed; the sound of meats being cut and cutlery clinking had diminished, and even the waiters circulating seemed to have slowed down.


    "But make no mistake. The excellence you''re looking for isn''t just about talent or speed; it''s about persistence and adaptation. If Liverpool thought that you, Aidan, didn''t fit into their scheme of things, maybe they''re right... or maybe they''ve jumped the gun. It happens, and you''ll see that even the best coaches, the best scouts, make mistakes."


    Eddie, realizing that his speech was having an effect, leaned forward slightly, interlacing his hands on the table.


    "What I want you to understand, especially you, Aidan, is that soccer is a long road. It''s not just about the talent you show in the first sieve. It''s about what you do when you think you''ve reached the limit... and you decide to keep going. Every player who really wants to grow, who wants to become a reference on the pitch, goes through a moment like this."


    He leaned back in his chair, and a slight smile appeared on his face.


    "And that''s why we''re here, isn''t it? To share these lessons ¡ª and some good food ¡ª and to remember that, although soccer is tough, you''re in it together. You''re a team. So, Aidan, I want you to play this game and show who you really are. Without fear of making mistakes."


    *


    On Monday morning, everyone was dismissed from their classes and activities at the institute to travel to Liverpool City.


    When he arrived in front of the training ground with the boys, Lucas paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on Brighton''s blue and white bus with the club crest on the side, as if it were a stamp of pride stamped on the impeccable bodywork.


    "That''s amazing, isn''t it?" Raphael murmured next to him, his eyes equally wide. "It doesn''t even look like a youth team bus."


    Lucas just nodded, still at a loss for words. They climbed on, one by one, while the driver, a gray-haired man with a watchful eye, did a quick head count, a slight smile forming on his lips. Experience more on empire


    When it was Lucas'' turn, he took a deep breath before stepping onto the first step, taking in the leather''s smell seats and the coolness of the air conditioning. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the dim interior, he stopped abruptly. There, sitting in the first row on the right, was a girl. She had shoulder-length pink hair and green eyes that stared at him.


    ''Oh, she''s the girl I''ve seen during the screening a few times.''


    "Are you going to stand there?" she asked. "There are more people coming in."

 Chapter 102 101 - Anfield

    "All right, everyone." Alex clapped his hands, attracting everyone''s attention and creating a silence. "Now that everyone is seated, let''s talk a bit about the trip.""Khum!" Coach Eddie, standing behind Alex, cleared his throat.


    Alex looked back, and a bead of sweat dripped from his forehead. "A-ah, yeah. Before that, I have to introduce you to someone." He looked to his left, and the seated girl understood that this was the cue.


    Then the pink-haired girl Lucas had talked to briefly got up from her seat. She was wearing a winter sports outfit that looked great on her body.


    "This is Kader Akdemir, and she''ll be part of our delegation during some training sessions and traveling to friendlies and championships." Alex said.


    Kader smiled slightly and, in response to Alex''s introduction, inclined his head in greeting.


    "Hello, boys. I"m Kader and I"ll be helping you with drinks, snacks and a few other things during the trip. If you need a spare sock, you can also ask me. I hope we can work well together."


    Most of the boys responded with nods or low greetings, but there was a unique energy in the air. Kader stood out. It wasn"t just his pink hair, but his sweet appearance that seemed to bring a fresh, gentle breeze after days of being frightened by Eddie"s training.


    However, Eddie suddenly stepped forward, taking center stage like someone about to impose a rule.


    "Besides, Kader is my daughter." The word resounded like a reminder of authority, and the boys'' faces soon turned into expressions of surprise and tension. Some boys swallowed dry from fright. "If any of you try to touch her, or even behave in a way that displeases me, you''ll be off the team, regardless of how good a player you are."


    There was a heavy silence in the air until Alex, visibly relieved that Eddie had finished, continued with what he had planned to say. He sniffled and resumed his animated tone.


    "Well, now that everyone has understood the rules and knows who our new member is, let''s get down to the details of the trip. The journey to Liverpool will take almost six hours, so I want everyone to get ready." Alex pointed to the back of the bus where the rucksacks the players had brought were. "Also, no snacking. Several meals have been prepared especially for the group, with the right times to avoid any stomach problems or feeling unwell on the way. I want you to follow this to the letter, okay?"


    He looked serious as he emphasized the importance of food. Some players let out little murmurs of assent.


    Arthur leaned over and whispered to Anton, who was sitting next to him with an amused expression and his eyes twinkling.


    "She''s too pretty to be Eddie''s daughter..." he commented in a low tone.


    Arthur was uninhibited and flirtatious, so he wasn"t too afraid of the rules and always seemed willing to find something amusing in any situation.


    Anton let out a chuckle, but glanced quickly at Eddie, making sure the trainer hadn"t heard him.


    Loki, who was close enough to hear, laughed softly and whispered with a thoughtful expression. Sear?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "From her name, Kader Akdemir, I think Eddie met her mum back when he was playing. Her surname isn"t English, is it? It must be Danish or German," he speculated.


    Arthur and Anton laughed at the theory while trying to control the volume of their laughter so as not to attract Eddie"s attention.


    In the meantime, Alex continued explaining the route, ignoring the scattered whispers around him.


    "As I said, the journey to Liverpool will be long, so use the time to rest, listen to music or concentrate. As soon as we arrive, we"ll go straight to the CT and we can warm up."


    As the boys murmured amongst themselves, Kader pulled her uniform cap over her pink hair and turned her attention to her mobile phone, the earphones already in her ears.


    Lucas, sitting two rows away, looked at her with a thoughtful expression as he held an open book in his hands. She had been quite cold to him this time, but the two times they had talked during the test, she had been quite normal. However, Lucas shook his head, sending all these thoughts away. It didn"t matter. She was too young for him, anyway.


    This trip, for him, was a rare opportunity to compete in another country, and Kader"s presence would not take his focus away.


    With a sigh, Alex finally finished his directions and signaled for the driver to start the engine. The roar of the bus filled the air and, little by little, the boys became more comfortable talking during the long journey.


    The bus finally hit the road, and soon the landscape of buildings and tarmac gave way to the green, open countryside that surrounded the roads of the English countryside. The boys, still restrained by the morning"s sleep, exchanged whispers and low laughs, while others surrendered to the sound of their favorite songs on their headphones.


    Lucas looked out of the window, watching the morning sun slowly rise in the sky and the white clouds disperse. He finally closed the book in his hands and put it in his rucksack.


    Alex, the coach, finally relaxed in his seat after giving his initial instructions. His expression changed, his shoulders slumped, and he let out an almost youthful smile, turning to Eddie, who was in the seat in front. With a light touch on the shoulder, he said:


    "Eddie, why don"t you tell some of your stories? The boys here don"t even know what it was like to play when the goalkeeper"s uniform was wider than the goal itself."


    Eddie"s eyes lit up with undeniable enthusiasm. He sat down, turned to face the boys, and clapped his hands, drawing their attention.


    "Do you think playing now is difficult? Well, let me tell you about the time when football boots weighed almost twice as much as today"s boots. Now that was suffering!"


    So Eddie started telling stories that seemed too exaggerated to be real - like the day he saved a penalty with one hand because the other had a sprained wrist, or how he played a match in a hailstorm.


    "And that''s no exaggeration! The pitch was like a river and yet I still gave an assist to our striker when I shot forward."


    Laughter was inevitable, and the excitement on the bus seemed to infect even the driver, who watched them through the rear-view mirror with a slight smile on his lips.


    "So Eddie was a goalkeeper. That explains why he"s so tall." Lucas concluded.


    Eddie continued for a few more minutes, describing memorable matches and even the time his uniform got soaked in mud that he had to change it in the middle of the game.


    The hours passed, and the initial energy gave way to sleep. Some boys dozed off with their heads resting against the seats, while others sat with their arms folded, trying to switch off from the noise of the bus engine.


    Time passed like this, in a comfortable calm, until the stomach of one player, Miguel, emitted a loud and unexpected noise. Everyone turned to him, and a restrained laugh broke out. Miguel, without humor, scratched the back of his head.


    "I guess it"s time to eat, huh?" he commented, drawing more laughter.


    Eddie, who was already looking at his watch, confirmed it with a nod.


    "All right, lads! Time for a snack."


    The snack brought energy to those who were sleepy and bored on the journey.


    "What if we played a game of headers?" asked Raphael, pulling a ball out from under the bench.


    Everyone liked the proposal, and the boys soon got organized, trying to keep the ball in the air only with their heads while sitting on the benches. Laughter filled the bus again, and the sound of "Oops! It''s going down!" and "Play it back!" echoed as the game went on.


    The ball passed from one to the other in almost perfect coordination until one boy missed his header and the ball went straight through the driver''s cab window.


    The bus swerved slightly, and the driver looked back with a serious look on his face.


    "Game over, boys. Back to your seats." Alex picked up the ball.


    Sitting back down, the mood gradually became more serious. It was now only thirty minutes before they arrived at the training center.


    Aex stood up again to say something to motivate the boys, but when he looked at them, they were all perfectly focused and serious. They were definitely thinking about the game against Liverpool.


    Liverpool was a city that blended the classic and the modern. The streets were full of life, with people from different cultural backgrounds traveling along busy avenues and quiet boulevards.


    Lucas felt his heart racing. Of course, he had heard about Liverpool, especially as the birthplace of great football legends. Seeing the city up close and breathing the same air that so many stars have breathed made the moment special.


    As the bus entered one of the main avenues, a colossal stadium appeared in the background, with the huge letters "Anfield" standing out against the cloudy sky. Some of the players straightened up in their seats as they saw the famous stadium in the distance, a symbol of the glories of British football. They wouldn"t be playing at Anfield, but just being close to that sacred temple of sport was an inspiration.


    Finally, the bus turned down a narrow street and headed for Liverpool''s training center. As soon as the bus was parked, Alex stood up and took one last look at each of the boys, who were already admiring the modern training center through the windows, with extensive areas of grass surrounded by high walls and metal gates.

 Chapter 103 102 - Youll Never Walk Alone

    When the bus came to a gentle stop in front of Liverpool''s training center, the boys stood still, awestruck, looking at the modern and impressive structure. It looked like a labyrinth of immaculate lawns and gleaming glass pavilions, with the Liverpool crest painted on one of the main walls.The inscription "You''ll Never Walk Alone" was prominently displayed. It was an unbreakable promise of tradition and loyalty.


    Eddie was the first to stand up and turn to the boys.


    "Right, lads. This is the training center of one of the biggest powers in world soccer. You didn''t come here just to watch, but to show these guys who you are. I want to see each one of you give the best you''ve got. Is that clear?"


    "Yes, sir!" they replied in unison, a chorus full of determination.


    Eddie''s eyes still carried a gleam of pride and nostalgia, mixed with a touch of sternness that showed he expected the best from them. The team hadn''t come all this way to be mere spectators; each of the players knew that.


    Alex, the assistant, gave a slight smile and beckoned everyone to get up and get their things. "Let''s go, boys! Time to make our mark."


    Lucas, who was near the window, was one of the first to get up, feeling his heart beat faster as he moved down the corridor.


    As they got off the bus, a Liverpool representative, a tall, smiling man wearing a tracksuit with the club''s crest on it met the group. His thick British country accent carried a firm, professional cordiality.


    "Welcome to Liverpool''s training center!" he announced. "My name is Mark, and I''ll be accompanying you today. I know you''ve come a long way, so let''s get straight to the point. Today, you''ll have the chance to see where some of the greatest players in British soccer history have trained. And, who knows, maybe we''ll get the chance to see some of you shine too, to steal you away from Brighton." He winked.


    The boys exchanged glances while others disguised a sudden nervousness.


    Lucas whispered to Raphael next to him, his eyes fixed on Mark. "That guy talked like he was testing us already..."


    Raphael gave a muffled laugh, nudging Lucas lightly with his shoulder. "Maybe he just wants to see if we can handle the pressure."


    The walk began, and Mark led the group down a corridor that led directly to one of the training center''s indoor fields. The walls were decorated with photos of iconic Liverpool players, such as Gerrard, Carragher and Kenny Dalglish, each displaying moments of glory that would forever remain in the club''s memory and its fans.


    As they walked past the images, Denis murmured in awe: "Man... these guys played here. It''s surreal to think that we''re standing in the same place where they trained."


    Arthur nodded in agreement, his eyes roaming over the images. "They lived moments that we only see on TV or dream of achieving... Just being here feels like a dream come true."


    Mark noticed the group''s interest and paused, pointing to a large photo of Steven Gerrard lifting the Champions League trophy. "That was one of Liverpool''s greatest moments. The 2005 final in Istanbul. We were 3-0 down at half-time, but we drew the game and won on penalties. That kind of victory is only possible with determination, hard work daily and a great, great desire to win." He cast a meaningful glance at the boys. "That''s what we want to see from you today."


    The boys nodded, feeling inspired. Finally, they arrived at the training ground, and the sight was breathtaking. The pitch looked like an impeccable green carpet, and the white lines marked the field perfectly, almost as if they had been drawn by a hand that very morning.


    Eddie, with his arms folded, watched the boys take it all in. He waited a moment before speaking, wanting each of them to feel the weight and importance of the place.


    "Boys, inspect this pitch. Today, you''re going to feel what it''s like to train at the highest level. I want every pass, every shot and every move to be done with the utmost commitment."


    Mark then asked everyone to make their way to one of the adjacent changing rooms, where they could change. "Today, you''ll feel like Liverpool, at least for a few hours," he joked.


    Upon entering the changing room, organized lockers greeted the boys and everything wrapped up like the changing rooms that appeared in documentaries. Each one put on their uniform, carefully adjusting their socks, boots and shorts, as if they were preparing for a championship final.


    Once dressed, the boys reconvened at the side of the pitch, where Eddie and Alex were waiting to warm up.


    Eddie conducted some stretching exercises while Mark talked to Alex about the next step in training. After about five minutes, Mark said:


    "There you go. They''ve finally arrived."


    The boys were still stretching when they heard a growing sound of footsteps. The sound echoed down the corridor leading to the pitch and, in a matter of seconds, the Liverpool U18 players appeared. The atmosphere changed instantly. There were the youngsters wearing the red uniform with the history of a soccer giant emblazoned on the chest and some of the most talented kids from all over the world.


    Eddie stepped forward with a slight expression of pride on his face. Alex approached and murmured something to Eddie, who nodded and took a quick look at the group.


    Mark had a warm smile on his face.


    "I hope you''re ready for a good game. We''ve brought our first team for this match, so you''ll have an authentic experience."


    The Brighton players responded with a mixture of nods and shy smiles. For most of them, it was the first time some of them had seen a youth team from a club like Liverpool up close, and there was a natural respect in the air.


    Brighton''s captain, Felix, stepped forward and spoke in an assured voice.


    "Not only are we ready to play. We''re definitely going to win." Felix had a calm expression and even a little anger.


    Mark smiled and nodded, visibly impressed by Felix''s courage. He turned to his own players and signaled for them to head to the other side of the pitch to start their warm-up. Each Liverpool player passed the Brighton players, exchanging quick, polite greetings, but with serious, concentrated expressions.


    Aidan watched them with his head down.


    The Brighton team then gathered in a semi-circle, and Eddie took the lead, looking at each of the players, as if he were taking one last reading of the mood before the match.


    "Listen, lads. You''ve trained hard, and you know what you need to do on the pitch. Soccer is decided here first." Eddie pointed to his chest. "And here." He pointed to his head.


    Alex took a step forward. "Maybe they have more experience together or have seen more big games... but when they''re on the pitch, with the ball at their feet, they''re just players like you." He paused, looking at each anxious face. "Don''t be afraid to make mistakes. And above all, play with everything you''ve got. When the referee blows the whistle, there should be no room for regrets."


    Aidan, who initially looked hesitant, raised his head, facing Alex.


    Eddie smiled at the group, satisfied with their response. "All right, lads. Get out on the pitch and show what you''re made of."


    The players spread out on the pitch, positioning themselves in their places and taking their starting positions for the whistle to blow. In front of them, the Liverpool U18 players were already lined up, ready to start with the first touch. The crowd, which comprised some Liverpool staff and their reserve players, which was a bench with a lot more options than Brighton''s, which only had Hillebrand.


    The referee checked his watch, raised his whistle and, with a shrill sound, kicked off the game. Liverpool took the lead. Declan Shaw, their number nine, passed to teammate Leo Carter.


    Leo, with his agility and vision, immediately took off down the wing, trying to dribble past Loki. Everyone''s eyes were on him, watching his quick movement and impressive control of the ball. Loki tried to expect the move, closing the space with his marking, but Leo made a slight body movement to the side, fooling him momentarily, and set off inside.


    "Don''t let him through!" Felix, the midfielder, exclaimed.


    But Leo''s speed was like lightning. Loki tried to retreat, but the distance was too great to cover quickly.


    The ball was crossed into the box. Luiz Fernando advanced, marking Declan and covering the space with his arms.


    "Steady!" muttered Luiz as he positioned himself between Declan and the ball.


    However, it was Brighton''s central defender, Daniel, who made the first cutback. He advanced in one swift movement, intercepting the ball before Declan could complete the move.


    That''s it! I''m going to be more present in this game than I was in the training match that day! I''ll be on every ball! S§×ar?h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Alex, Brighton''s assistant coach, smiled. "Coach, it looks like your training will show us results sooner than we expected."

 Chapter 104 103 - Liverpool FC versus Brighton FC (Part 1)

    Inside the bus, minutes before arriving at the stadium.The engine of the bus rumbled to a steady rhythm, stopped in the traffic of Liverpool city center. Coach Eddie and assistant Alex were sitting in the front rows, and Alex''s tablet screen illuminated their faces. While the boys in the seats behind were impressed and fascinated by Liverpool, Eddie and Alex, focused and serious, watched a recording.


    The video in question was of Liverpool''s U18 team in an intense match against Manchester United in their last league outing.


    In the video, Delcan Shaw, Liverpool''s number nine, had the ball and, with a smile on his face, was dragging the defenders away. Even though he was only seventeen, he had an impressive physique and was also very tall, having reached one meter ninety at the last measurement.


    "Declan Shaw..." muttered Eddie with a hand on his chin. "He''s not just another promising striker we see out there. In the last league, even though Liverpool lost in the quarter-finals to Manchester United, he was top scorer with eight goals in four games."


    "Average goals per game..." Alex muttered.


    "Look how he uses his body to open up space. And when he gets close to the box..."


    Alex already knew what was coming, so he nodded. "I know. His finishing ability is also frightening. The power he has in his right leg... it''s like he''s got a motor."


    "And I wish he was the only problem. Watch this." Eddie took the tablet from Alex''s hand and went back a few seconds into the video, returning to the moment of the pass Declan was about to receive before he headed into the second goal of the game. "At first, everyone''s eyes obviously go to Declan, because he''s the one who''s gaining space in the area, but the curve of that pass going to him is absurd."


    "Wait, where is that pass coming from?"


    "From here." Eddie zoomed out and gently tapped the screen twice, focusing on a boy in the middle. "This is Sam Robinson, a central midfielder. He has all the characteristics of a central midfielder who has the potential to be a star. He''s got long passes, mid-range shots, tireless in covering the entire field and has excellent ball control."


    "He has all these characteristics, even though he''s so young. Man, I even feel incompetent," said Alex with a faint smile.


    Eddie sighed, already stressed by the game. "If Loki doesn''t adapt quickly to his rhythm, it''s going to be a long game."


    Alex nodded in agreement. "And their number nine... he''s not just physically strong. He knows how to position himself. Look at how he can cut in front of the defenders to finish."


    "That''s true. Declan is the kind of striker that defenders hate to mark. And our center-back pairing is still very young. Luiz Fernando and Daniel will have to work very hard throughout the game."


    The two were silent for a few moments, thinking about possibilities, alternatives, and solutions.


    "What do you think about using Felix?" Alex asked.


    Frowning, Eddie didn''t seem to understand. So Alex continued.


    "Alex is the captain. He doesn''t lose his temper, he''s cunning and intelligent, as well as being very solid defensively. If Declan gives our defenders too much trouble, we can switch to a 3-3-4."


    "Go on."


    "I know that a 3-4-4 would leave us weaker down the wings in counter-attacking moments and also because of their points, but it would drown out the attack, and we could also experiment with seeing Lucas Tanaka as a striker alongside the others. It''s a friendly. We need to try things out."


    "Excuse me, coaches." Lucas Tanaka, who was sitting on the bench behind the coaches, couldn''t help overhearing the whispered conversation. "I heard what you said about Declan and the positioning of the team, and I have a suggestion. Maybe it''s risky, but maybe I can play as a false nine, helping to break up play in midfield and also going up to attack during the game."


    Eddie and Alex exchanged surprised glances, and the coach nodded to Lucas as if he wanted him to continue.


    "The moment I move up to attack, the two full-backs move into the middle, and Felix drops back. That way, we can play offensively as a 3-3-4 and defensively as a 4-4-3. Alternating tactics to confuse them."


    The silence that followed Lucas'' suggestion was a little heavy for him, who didn''t know if it had been an idiotic suggestion or not. However, he was confident that it wasn''t complete nonsense because he used to watch a lot of games before giving up soccer and therefore knew that some teams in the world did this kind of fluid tactical scheme.


    Eddie and Alex once again looked at each other, still surprised at the boy''s audacity to enter a tactical conversation.


    "Lucas, you know you''re talking about a tactical scheme that demands a level of synchronization and reading that... well, usually comes with a lot more experience." Alex said.


    "I know it''s risky, but the chance of catching them off guard could be the key to victory. If Declan uses physicality to put pressure on our players, we''ll use technical volume against their defenders. I''ll occupy the gaps and can even pass forward, improving what could be a predictable attack of crosses to Arthur. It''ll confuse them and let them know they can''t concentrate too much on attacking because we''ll be ready to kill them off when we get the chance to counter-attack."


    Eddie crossed his eyes, looking at Lucas.


    "You''re talking about a very fast move," Eddie finally said in a serious tone. "To play as a false nine, you need more than speed and positioning. You need confidence, and lots of it."


    "I have it," replied Lucas. "And I''m willing to take the risk."


    The boy''s response surprised the two adults once again, because with the confidence Lucas displayed, it sounded like there were three adults in the conversation.


    -:|:-


    Back to the game...


    [Liverpool FC 0-0 Brighton FC].


    When Daniel headed the ball out of the box, the early pressure seemed to subside. But Brighton was already in full transition. The ball had fallen to Loki, the clever right-back who, with a quick glance, assessed the scene: five players from his team were already moving forward to attack, facing a defense of six red players. Loki didn''t think twice and passed to Miguel, his partner in the right wing.


    The pass came from a little behind, and Miguel had to stop, straighten his body and take a few steps back to tame the ball. He raised his head, his eyes scanning the field in search of a gap. Liverpool''s defense was regrouping quickly, and the spaces that had once seemed open were now closing up.


    "Over here!" Lucas, just behind the other Brighton players, asked for the pass. sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    ''Shouting so hard like that, I''d be sick if I didn''t pass it to you.'' Loki thought, passing the ball to Lucas.


    The ball ran from Miguel''s feet to Lucas, who knew exactly what to do. He straightened his body, adjusting to the side, as if to try a quick pass, and saw two of the Liverpool defenders advancing towards him, obviously not intending to intercept them. Determined to take advantage of this split second, Lucas used <Mirage Feint> to make a right-footed lunge, letting the ball escape to his left and thus gaining space with a quick tone.


    The spectators reacted with an "Ohhh!" of surprise.


    "Raphael, go!" Lucas shouted, seeing his teammate racing down the left flank.


    Lucas made the pass to Raphael, who masterfully controlled it, running down the left and attracting another marker. However, Lucas ran towards the back of the right-back who was marking Raphael, offering himself as a passing option.


    At that moment, Raphael smiled with the corner of his mouth: ''That was your plan all along, wasn''t it?''


    Without hesitation, Raphael returned the pass to Lucas a little further on, near the front line. And Lucas, before even touching the ball, raised his head and used <Risk Analysis> to see the lines of passing. He realized Arthur was in the area and being marked by two players. It was a risky option, so the line was almost invisible between them. However, there was a very clear line, and that meant it was a safer option.


    When Lucas passed, the pass tore through the defensive line and didn''t go into the box, but a few yards behind, where Felix Vogler arrived, unmarked by the opposition. Felix Vogler, isolated and facing the goal, adjusted his body to take the shot. With a slight movement of his torso and a brief pause, he calculated the force and direction of the shot. Then, with a quick twist of his hips, he shot.


    The ball rose in a perfect parabola, cutting through the air like an arrow, its trajectory decisive and lethal. The Liverpool goalkeeper threw himself in a desperate attempt, his gloves stretched towards the ball, but a second before he reached it, it was already over his hand. The ball hit the net with a muffled, dry sound.


    "GOOOOOAAL!"

 Chapter 105 104 - Liverpool FC versus Brighton FC (Part 2)

    [Liverpool FC 0-1 Brighton FC.]Felix''s goal was impressively beautiful, with a frightening power of shot that few midfielders of his age could achieve.


    Liverpool manager, Mr. Ferg, raised his eyebrows and clapped his hands. "That''s some scary power in your right leg, kid!"


    Felix, returning to his side of the pitch, nodded and thanked him. "Thank you, sir!"


    However, standing next to Mr. Ferg on the side of the pitch, his assistant coach thought:


    ''The kick was impressive indeed. Only what was more impressive was how this counter-attack unfolded. The ball was in the back and in less than a minute, the goal happened. Of course, that happens a lot, but it wasn''t a direct counter-attack where the attacking team has the numbers advantage and can go straight for the goal. It was an indirect counter-attack in which the ball went past the right-back and ended up in the back of the left wing without them making any mistakes. I heard this team has only been together for a week, and they coordinate such an efficient counter-attack from the off... What kind of training have you done with these lads, Eddie?'' He looked at the Brighton coach.


    "Very good, lads! But you were lucky, very lucky!" Eddie exclaimed with his arms crossed.


    Just looking at the midfield, the Brighton boys felt a chill run down their spines.


    As the scoreboard flashed Brighton''s "1" on the electronic board, the Liverpool boys gathered in the center of the pitch. Their expressions ranged from tiredness to dense concentration, full of minor frustrations. S~ea??h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Sam Robinson, always one of the first to solve problems, smoothed his disheveled hair with the back of his hand before speaking.


    "Okay, guys, we need to talk about this goal. It wasn''t just bad luck. Let''s see where we went wrong."


    Liam Hargreaves, the goalkeeper, who until then had remained silent with his hands on his hips, looked up and commented:


    "I saw the whole play from the back. We gave them a lot of space in the back. I don''t know if it was our line of defense or what, but they were completely free to pass."


    Connor Flynn, the central defender, snorted: "Maybe we went too fast on the first move. We underestimated them." Connor said, glancing at Oscar Hughes, his defensive partner. "What do you think, Oscar?"


    Oscar sighed. "It was that and more. They played fast, but in a coordinated way. When we realized it, the ball was already in midfield, and their transition was very well done. I didn''t mistake my position on purpose, but we seemed to be a step behind in every move," admitted Oscar.


    At the other end, some of the Brighton players didn''t understand the delay in restarting the game. Miguel saw Lucas was frowning and said:


    "Most teams usually have this kind of conversation during the restart to understand where they went wrong and so on."


    Lucas, with his arms crossed, smiled with a touch of pride. Brighton had started the match well. Felix''s goal had reflected what they were building on the pitch.


    "They''re good." Lucas commented with a slight smile. "But we can put more pressure on them. They''re still adjusting."


    Felix, meanwhile, stood in the center of the pitch, his eyes fixed on the ball. He knew that goal was just a sign of what could happen later in the game. His opponents'' eyes were on him, but he didn''t care. The important thing was that the team was focused.


    Felix took a step back to talk to Denis, the Brighton midfielder. The pitch was too quiet, and the conversation between the two was almost inaudible, but Felix was explaining what had to be done next.


    On the Liverpool side, things were also moving. Sam was giving the last instructions, and the boys were lining up, forming up again for the restart of the game.


    "Come on, lads! React! Let''s make Brighton chase the ball!"


    The Liverpool team''s pressure intensified soon after the restart. They played more aggressively, pushing forward more quickly. Toby Clarke, the midfielder, was tireless. His mission was simple: steal the ball and transition quickly. But Brighton wasn''t unprepared.


    Loki, Brighton''s left-back, positioned himself more firmly, covering the passes that Sam tried to project. The opposing team''s confidence seemed to grow as pressure plays were neutralized.


    In one of these moves, Ethan Murphy, Liverpool''s right-back, received the ball in a counter-attacking situation. He had the speed to get to the by-line, but Brighton''s defense was adjusting quickly. Daniel, Brighton''s central defender, was already on Ethan''s tail, reducing the inexperienced player''s options.


    "Over here, Daniel!" Arthur shouted from midfield, drawing the defender''s attention to the defensive line.


    Ethan, his head held high, quickly looked at the options in front of him. Oliver Park was open on the right wing, and the move was unfolding, but time was against him. With one swift movement, Ethan cut inside, attempting a one-on-one.


    However, Daniel''s marking was impeccable. He expected Ethan''s move, sliding in to intercept the ball before it could reach Oliver.


    "Not that time!" Daniel shouted, putting out his foot to dispossess.


    Liverpool was losing control of possession, and Brighton took advantage with a quick transition. Denis, always alert, received the ball from Daniel and passed to Felix. The team was ready to react with a move of its own. Loki, with great vision, played a precise pass to Miguel.


    Miguel was ready. He knew what to do. The ball was in his hands and the view of the pitch was clear in his mind. Time seemed to slow down as he controlled the ball lightly, playing softly and watching his teammates position themselves for the counter-attack.


    He made the pass to Raphael, who was advancing down to the left. Raphael, with his head held high, assessed his options. Lucas was open, but he saw Arthur closer to the goal. It was a neat move, but Liverpool was reorganizing with precision.


    Ethan Murphy, Liverpool''s right-back, was coming forward, pressing the ball with renewed aggression. Raphael played the ball into the middle, where Denis was ready to make his move. Denis, however, sensed Toby Clarke''s approach and knew he couldn''t take any more chances. Liverpool''s defense, with its tighter marking, was closing down all the spaces.


    "Let''s go! Let''s get on top of them!" shouted Sam Robinson, motivating his teammates. Liverpool, already aware that they could no longer allow Brighton to continue pressing, reacted with speed.


    Liam Hargreaves, the goalkeeper, gave instructions to his defenders while adjusting his position. He knew that if Brighton managed another well-executed counter-attack, the game could get even more difficult. But he relied on his defense and his teammates to neutralize any threat.


    Brighton''s counter-attack seemed imminent, but at the last moment, Connor Flynn, Liverpool''s central defender, bravely stepped forward. He was more alert now and knew he couldn''t miss. When Denis played the ball to Felix, Connor anticipated the move. He was quick, much quicker than Felix expected. With a precise tackle, Connor stole the ball and began the transition to attack.


    "Now, let''s go!"


    Sam Robinson, who had been following the play, quickly made the move to get closer. He received a pass and, with a long pass, he found Kieran Doyle in midfield.


    Kieran, the brains of the team, looked at the options and made a first-time pass to Leo Carter, who was advancing down the left. Brighton''s pressure was strong, but Liverpool''s speed and coordination were imposing themselves.


    Leo, with his characteristic short dribble, got rid of Aidan, who tried to keep up but couldn''t. As he approached the box, Leo delivered a precise cross to Declan Shaw, who was in the right position, waiting for the ball. Brighton''s defense, still trying to reorganize, didn''t have time to react.


    Declan rose high, higher than anyone on the field, anticipating Daniel''s attempt to block his shot. With impeccable timing, Declan headed the ball, directing it towards the back of the net with a powerful header.


    Brighton''s goalkeeper, Anton, made a desperate attempt to stretch and reach the ball, but it was futile. Declan''s header was perfectly placed in the top right corner, leaving Anton with no chance of making a save.


    Brighton, who had been celebrating their near-goal minutes before, was now feeling the weight of Liverpool''s reaction.


    The players, who were initially filled with hope and excitement, now found themselves facing the daunting challenge of defending against one of the top teams. The sudden change in momentum left Brighton feeling overwhelmed and uncertain about their chances of success.


    Eddie, the Brighton manager, slapped his thigh, visibly frustrated. "This isn''t the end! We won''t let that happen again!" He looked at his players, trying to regain his concentration.


    On the other side, the Liverpool players were ecstatic, but they knew it was still early days.


    Sam Robinson, with a determined smile, approached his teammates. "We can''t stop now. They''re going to come with everything. Let''s push harder!"


    Toby Clarke, the steering wheel, nodded. "That''s it. Now it''s time to show why we''re Liverpool and they''re Brighton!"

 Chapter 106 105 - Liverpool FC versus Brighton FC (Part 3)

    Liverpool''s equalizer came through a goal from Declan, their center-forward, and yet this was a tight game with every move being decided down to the smallest detail. The game was expected to stay close, but Liverpool''s goal seemingly stunned the Brighton team.In the next fifteen minutes, two more goals came. One of them came from Oliver Park, their right-winger. Taking advantage of the fact that the marking was stronger on Declan and therefore weaker on him, Oliver cut into the middle and finished with his left foot into the corner of the goal.


    Their third goal wasn''t much different. It wasn''t a huge mistake on Brighton''s part, but once again they failed to expect what might happen, and Leo Carter, Liverpool''s left-winger, dribbled past two men in the box and shoot from close range.


    The score was 3-1 to Liverpool, making the friendly match much more stressful than anticipated.


    Tense expressions crossed the Brighton players'' faces. There was disappointment, irritation, and a slight desperation. It was easy to see a score that would make a Liverpool win impossible.


    Also, the Brighton team, although fighting valiantly to stay in the game, were becoming visibly affected by the series of quick runs from Liverpool''s forwards.


    Eddie, the Brighton manager, was watching the game from the sidelines and could see the expressions on the faces of his team''s players. Luckily, in friendly matches like this, the teams'' managers usually agreed to take a rehydration break at half-time ¡ª and it was a good thing it came five minutes after Leo Carter''s goal.


    At the twenty-fifth minute, the referee blew the whistle, giving the players a break to drink some water and try to understand where they were going wrong.


    Eddie gathered the surrounding team, while Alex and Kader handed out bottles of water to the boys. Sweat dripped from their tired faces, yet they were all looking at Eddie because they knew the situation wasn''t easy and felt that Eddie knew how to solve it.


    "Right, lads, let''s talk about those fifteen minutes of blackout we had there." Eddie crossed his arms, getting even bigger than he normally was. "First thing: who here saw and realizes what happened?"


    Denis wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm before answering. "I think... we focused too much on blocking Declan before the goal and we focused too much after he scored the first goal. That opened up spaces for the points."


    "Perfect, Loki. You can''t deny that Declan is a tremendous danger in front, but what makes Liverpool a tricky team is how they know how to use that tight marking on Declan to their advantage." Eddie said. S§×arch* The novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "It''s like putting a silver dragon with blue eyes as a face-down card." Loki commented, and everyone looked on uncomprehendingly.


    "That''s right, Loki!" Alex snapped his fingers and agreed.


    Daniel, who was the main defender and never got forward, was visibly frustrated and tired. "But coach... What do we do then? If we leave Declan unmarked, he''ll score goals. If we point, as we did, the points stand out."


    Eddie gave a slight smile. "The idea here is always to think about the "what ifs" as well. Declan''s good, but if he''s marked a lot, he''ll drop back a bit, try to play the ball, play the ball around and so on. That''s what we saw too. So we need a strategy that reduces his chances without neglecting the others. Does anyone know how we''re going to do that?"


    Lucas Tanaka had an idea, so he raised his hand.


    "Go ahead, Lucas. You don''t even have to raise your hand."


    "Coach, what if we divided the field into action zones? Like, instead of everyone just wanting to stay in the area that their position covers, we occupy each area of the field, thinking about where they''re going to get to and stopping them in their tracks."


    Eddie put a hand to his chin. "That''s good, Lucas. It makes sense. Dividing the field into zones allows us to cover the spaces better, blocking the points before they even realize it. That way, the marking on Declan is also more controlled."


    "Am I the only one here who doesn''t understand what that means?" Raphael asked. "How would that work in practice?"


    "I''ll try to simplify the idea, guys." Alex held up a blackboard. "Let''s talk a bit about what we call positional soccer and non-positional soccer. Does anyone know the difference?"


    Raphael, confused, raised his eyebrows and exclaimed: "All I know is that I run to where the ball is... That''s enough, isn''t it?"


    A soft laugh spread through the group, relieving some of the tension.


    "Well, yes and no, Raphael. In positional soccer, each player has an area of the pitch that he protects, attacking and defending within his specific zone. It''s a way of maintaining a clear organization and avoiding holes in the defense. But there''s a catch in that..."


    "What catch? It''s basic soccer," said Denis.


    "This organization can limit us," explained Alex, drawing on the board to illustrate the concept of zones on the pitch. "If each of you stays stuck in your own area, a team that knows how to play the ball well will exploit the gaps between positions, like Liverpool did with Declan today. They draw you into a zone and, when they see the opportunity, someone quicker comes into the free space we''ve left to mark Declan."


    "So... we need something different. We need to cover the pitch, not just our positions." Raphael said.


    "Exactly, Rapha," confirmed Alex with a nod, encouraging the boy. "That''s where non-positional soccer comes in, i.e., the idea of ''action zones'' that Lucas suggested. In this style, you''re ready to leave your zones if necessary, as long as you cover the spaces where the ball is together and monitor the opponent''s movements, who may try to spin the game."


    Alex scribbled lines showing different areas of play and, pointing to each one, said the name of a player, showing how they could move quickly without losing cover. The boys'' attentive eyes followed the movement of the pen, absorbing every detail of the strategy.


    After Alex''s explanation of how their game would work, Lucas, who was excited to be playing soccer in a non-positional soccer strategy for the first time, had his eyes shining and repeated something he''d heard in the future to his classmates.


    "This is how it''s going to work, guys. When we''re without the ball, we''re going to chase the ball like a nice, juicy piece of steak. Imagine we haven''t eaten meat for three years ¡ª we''re going to chase that ball until we knock it out of their feet!"


    The analogy made some laugh, and Lucas didn''t stop.


    "And when the ball is ours... Ah, that''s different. We''ll pass the ball from foot to foot, savoring every touch and making them run after us until they run out of breath. We''ll keep control and be calm, because we already know the way to the goal."


    Arthur tapped Lucas on the shoulder. "I want to see that. Now I finally understand the plan."


    Eddie nodded, satisfied that the mood had returned to normal. "Well, boys, that''s it. It''s about thinking as a unit from now on. You''re like a machine, with each cog working so that the other can fulfill its role. Now, get back out there and show that we''re a hungry team!"


    On returning to the pitch, Brighton had a different synergy. Right from the first touches of the ball, Declan, Liverpool''s center-forward, positioned himself in the middle of the Brighton defense, already troubling them, but the ball was still in midfield.


    When Kieran Doyle, Liverpool''s attacking midfielder, got hold of the ball and raised his head in search of alternative passing options, he faced a frightening sight ¡ª three Brighton players were running towards him at the same time. He hesitated, taken aback by this scene, and even more by the synchronicity of their advance. For a moment, he was also paralyzed.


    It was then that Lucas intercepted the ball with a tackle. Without wasting a second, he launched an attack. Lucas raised his head and saw Denis on the left, running free, so Lucas sent the ball to Denis, who received it with the inside of his left foot and returned the ball to the quick Lucas, completing a table to get past one opponent.


    The connection between the Brighton players was visible now. They anticipated each other''s moves, like long-time partners.


    What''s more, Declan, still in the middle of Brighton''s defense, saw Daniel and Luiz Fernando advancing up the defensive line along with Aidan and Loki. At first, Declan thought they were adjusting the defensive line to get him offside and compact the field, but when Aidan and Loki passed the midfield line and kept running forward, he realized they were actually planning to attack with eight at the same time. Complete madness.

 Chapter 107 106 - Liverpool FC versus Brighton FC (Part 4)

    [Bonus Chapter!]After the rehydration break, the Brighton team was completely transformed. It wasn''t just their organization on the pitch, but also the expressions on the players'' faces. If before they had been lost, agonized, irritated and frustrated, after the break they gained a new lease of life.


    While Declan watched his opponents go on the offensive from the Brighton pitch, Lucas received the ball in the middle of the field and drove it forward.


    Lucas'' eyes were scanning the field, looking for the best possible alternatives to complete this move towards the goal.


    Denis, running to Lucas'' left, was ready. Lucas made the pass to Denis, who dribbled the ball between the legs of Liverpool''s number six.


    Liverpool''s defense closed in, but Brighton was advancing like a wave that was receding. The ball passed from foot to foot until the Brighton players were amassed in the penalty area and the ball rolled towards the Brighton left-winger, Raphael.


    In situations like this, it was normal for the winger to try and dribble past his markers and cross into the box to get an assist for a header. However, Liverpool''s defenders were tall, and Brighton''s average height was not the greatest.


    Raphael, who wasn''t stupid, knew this and tried to do something different. He had the ball at his feet, exchanged a quick glance with the players in the area, and knew that crossing would be a predictable gamble. He needed to surprise, to break logic, to do something different.


    Raphael took a quick touch to the ball, bringing it onto his left foot. His opponent in question was Sam Robinson, and he was already facing him with his arms out to limit his movement.


    At that moment, Raphael made a quick cut to the left with a twist that confused Sam and allowed him to slip past his marker.


    Raphael''s body dribble, which opened up a brief and precious space left behind, momentarily unbalanced Sam.


    Freer Raphael raised his head, adjusted his posture and launched a shot. His left foot came down hard on the ball, and the ball sliced through the air on an upward trajectory towards the goal.


    Everyone''s eyes followed the ball as it rose. Defenders, attackers, the opposing goalkeeper. It seemed relentless, destined to find the back of the net without them being able to do anything to stop it ¡ª the goalkeeper was literally immobile. But then, in an instant, the impact. The ball exploded against the crossbar with a bang that vibrated sharply. The metal structure swayed, and the ball was thrown high into the air, spinning helplessly over the penalty area.


    It was at that moment that the pitch almost froze for most of those young players. The ball was descending in an unpredictable trajectory and, below it, the taller players were fighting for the chance to touch it first. They were ready to jump, and it seemed impossible to Raphael that anyone from Brighton could win that aerial contest.


    However, Lucas Tanaka didn''t think so. Even with his height of 1.70m, he had copied the jumping ability and timing of the best header he knew.


    With a frightening force of impulse, Lucas leapt like a gale lifting him off the ground. Despite defying logic, his leap surpassed even the tallest players.


    "Kid!" Alex exclaimed, startled.


    In the air, Lucas leaned back slightly and headed the ball towards his forehead, and he took just the right touch to redirect it into the goal.


    Everyone held their breath, watching the ball go towards the top left corner of the goal.


    But the Liverpool goalkeeper, in an almost instinctive reaction, leapt up and did an overhead kick. His right hand reached out, catching the ball at an unlikely moment. With his fingertips, he deflected Lucas'' shot just enough to send the ball out in a heroic save.


    Lucas fell to the ground and wailed. "Damn! What a son of a bitch!"


    He got up from the ground and glanced at the opposing goalkeeper, who was still celebrating his save with a clenched fist. Lucas pressed his lips together in a half-smile.


    "Hey, Denis!" he called, running towards the corner. Denis, who had the ball in his hands, raised his face with a questioning expression. "Let me take that one."


    Denis, who would insist on taking the corner with his skillful left foot, looked at Lucas for a second, assessing.


    "Go on." Denis replied with a quick nod, clearing the way. "Go for it, Lucas."


    Lucas then agreed and placed the ball on the corner mark, turning it to find the perfect point of contact. He took a brief breath, his hands trembling slightly, and watched the pitch.


    For Lucas, his vision was divided into invisible lines, literally a network of possibilities unfolding in front of him. He saw the options - lines of different opacities, vibrating in his mind like trails of colored smoke, each leading to a different destination. In the distance, his eyes met the gaze of the tallest of his teammates, Arthur, posted at the second goalpost. sea??h th§× N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Arthur, with his 1.90m and powerful physique, intimidated the Liverpool defenders who were watching him.


    Lucas put his weight on his right foot, letting his left slide back slightly. He adjusted his positioning, leaned over, and launched his foot at the ball, making it turn in a perfect curve.


    The ball rose and described an impeccable curve, a trajectory that deflected off the nearest markers and gained height. Every second, Lucas followed the ball with his gaze, hoping internally that Arthur was in the right place at the right time.


    Arthur, for his part, was already in position, his eyes fixed on the ball coming towards him. He planted his feet in the grass, waiting for the right moment to jump.


    ''This is it.'' Arthur thought, seeing that the ball was heading in his direction.


    The Liverpool defenders surrounded him like wolves, each trying to position themselves as close as possible, pressing, stepping on Arthur''s heels, ready to challenge any move.

 Chapter 108 107 - Liverpool FC versus Brighton FC (Part 5)

    Arthur, at moments like this, seemed to grow even bigger, using every inch to intimidate and open up space. He turned his body to the side, shielding himself from the defenders, his broad shoulders raised, his feet planted in the grass like deep roots.For an instant, the sound of voices, footsteps, and the frantic pace of the pitch disappeared. Arthur concentrated entirely on the ball, and in that small world that formed, he saw only Lucas'' cross. With a powerful push from his legs, he leapt, his body rising into the air, arms raised for balance, like a bird in flight.


    The impact of the ball against his forehead was exact, transmitting all the energy of his leap into a thunderous header. He directed it into the right-hand corner of the goal, the one spot he believed the goalkeeper, no matter how skillful, would struggle to reach.


    Declan, positioned further back, watched the scene with his heart racing, his eyes fixed on the trajectory of the ball, following the outcome of that movement. He knew how much that goal meant to the Brighton team, the change of heart, the impetus for a comeback.


    The opposing goalkeeper, his eyes wide, saw the ball coming and jumped up in a desperate move, stretching out his arm as if trying to catch the air.


    The ball passed just a few centimeters from his outstretched hand and entered the goal.


    Goal!


    His teammates, who hugged him and shouted in celebration, surrounded Arthur. However, Arthur''s reaction was to run towards the ball, pick it up and run towards midfield to restart the game as quickly as possible.


    "Man, what a goal! I knew you could do it!" Raphael said.


    Arthur, still panting, practically smiled with his eyes. "It was now or never, right? But Lucas'' assist... it was perfect. He put the ball exactly where I needed it."


    Lucas, who was approaching, smiled back, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal. But inside him, the satisfaction was immense; seeing the team''s effort, the play coming to fruition, it all made it worthwhile.


    -:|:-


    As they returned to their positions, the Liverpool players exchanged words and glances, clearly surprised by the change in Brighton''s attitude after the break. It was clear that the game had taken on a different rhythm, and Liverpool was now forced to maintain the lead that had previously seemed so secure.


    Toby Clarke, Brighton''s tireless midfielder, realized this. As he positioned himself in midfield, he cast a serious glance at Sam Robinson and Kieran Doyle, the brains of the team, and whispered, with an almost commanding tone:


    "They''re going to come at us now. We need to hold firm. No mistakes. Every pass, every tackle." Sear?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Sam nodded and replied: "Leave it to us. We''ll hold the middle and keep the ball as long as possible. We just need to keep a cool head."


    "That''s it. We have to be smarter, force them to make mistakes." Kieran added in a calm tone.


    The match restarted, and, as Toby had predicted, Brighton went on the rampage. They were pressing Liverpool in all areas of the pitch.


    With 15 minutes left, coach Eddie made a change. Raphael, exhausted, left to the applause of his teammates, and Hillebrand entered the game. He brought a renewed energy, immediately pressing the opposition defenders and taking part in attacking moves.


    Brighton got a goal through Lucas Tanaka after a brilliant team move, but Liverpool responded quickly, keeping their lead.


    The last minutes were pure tension. Both teams were exhausted, their shirts soaked with sweat.


    Toby Clarke was still running around like a lion, shouting instructions and organizing the Liverpool team.


    On the bench, Eddie and Alex were gesturing intensely to their team, trying to keep them organized.


    When the referee blew the final whistle, the Brighton players collapsed on the pitch, some from exhaustion, others from frustration.


    The final score? 5-4 to Liverpool.


    Eddie, the Brighton manager, crossed the pitch to the players.


    "Look at me," he said as he stood in front of them.


    The players raised their eyes slowly, some still reluctant to face the manager after such a narrow defeat. Surely he was going to give them a scolding, right? However, they were wrong if they thought that.


    "You gave everything you had today. Every drop of sweat, every pass, every tackle. This result hurts, I know. But at the same time, know this: it was a good first game."


    Hillebrand, who had come on in the second half and run like mad to put pressure on the Liverpool defense, was still panting. "I just wish we had five more minutes, coach. Just five more..."


    Eddie smiled. "I know, Hillebrand. But that''s soccer. Extra minutes don''t always come, and that''s why every second on the pitch counts. You learned that today."


    Alex, the assistant coach, joined the circle, his tablet still in hand. He ran his eyes over the team and added:


    "What impressed me most was your courage. You took on one of the best grassroots teams in the UK and showed that you belong there. I saw the fear in Liverpool''s eyes at times. They didn''t expect it."


    Felix stood up first. He looked around, his teammates still visibly shaken. "Let''s get up, guys. We can''t just lie here while they celebrate. We''re better than that."


    The rest of the players rose. Anton, the goalkeeper, went over to Daniel, who looked inconsolable. "You ran harder than anyone today," said Felix, holding out his hand to help him up. "Without you, we wouldn''t have come so close."


    Daniel accepted Felix''s hand. "Still, it wasn''t enough. Next time, I''ll do ten times better."


    In the locker room, the mood was one of quiet reflection and sparse commentary.


    Arthur sat down next to Lucas and started talking quietly. "That pass of yours for my goal. How did you find me there? I was surrounded, and the ball came over my head."


    Lucas scratched the back of his head a little, taking it as a compliment. "I don''t know, Arthur. It was like you were exactly where you needed to be. I just... trusted."


    Arthur smiled and tapped Lucas lightly on the shoulder. "Well, it worked. It was beautiful. Maybe we should practise that more."


    At the other end of the changing room, Felix was restless. He paced back and forth, shaking his head to organize his thoughts.


    "We got so close," Felix muttered.


    "Close isn''t good enough," said Aidan. He was sitting with his elbows on his knees, his eyes fixed on the ground. "But you''re right. We weren''t inferior to them. That''s what bothers me most. We had plenty of chances."


    "And it wasn''t just the attack," added Anton, the goalkeeper, as he adjusted the ice on his knee. "If I''d been able to react faster to their fourth goal, we might celebrate right now."


    Eddie was leaning against the wall next to Alex, watching the group. He waited for the right moment before intervening, putting his hands on his hips and his voice cutting through the hubbub with calm authority.


    "You''re looking at this the wrong way. No one here is single-handedly responsible for this defeat, just as no one alone will be responsible for our future victories. That''s what soccer is: a sum. Fortunately, what I saw today was a team. A team that fought together. It''s a promising start to the season."


    Alex held up the tablet he was holding, showing paused images of the game. "Look here. That was the play for our third goal. Look how Daniel pulled back the marker, opening up space for Lucas. And here, Felix recovering the ball in midfield. Without that, this move wouldn''t have happened."


    The group leaned in to get a better look. It was true. Every moment had been a crucial piece of a bigger puzzle.


    "So what you''re saying is that we''re good enough?" asked Loki, still skeptical.


    "No, Loki," replied Eddie with a serious expression. "I''m saying that you can be even better. You have the foundation, you have the heart, you have the courage. All that''s left now is to fine-tune the details. And that''s what we''re going to work on."


    "I agree with Loki. It''s not just about being good, it''s about being consistent. It''s no good making three good tackles and then letting the guys dominate for twenty minutes." Hillebrand said.


    Denis, who was sitting next to him, nodded vigorously. "And we need to communicate better. Many times, I was free, and no one saw me. I''m not blaming anyone," he hastened to add, "but that''s something we can improve."


    Luiz Fernando raised an eyebrow. "Communication is key, but we also need to be calmer. There was a time when everyone was running around, and they took advantage of that."


    The conversation took on a life of its own, with the players sharing their opinions and reflections. Voices were raised, not in an arguing tone, but in renewed enthusiasm. It was as if the simple act of verbalizing their thoughts was helping to heal the wounds of defeat.


    Eddie and Alex looked at each other, satisfied. This was exactly what they wanted: a team that thought collectively, that leaned together.


    "Okay, okay," said Eddie, holding up one of his hands to calm the growing excitement. "Tell you what. Tomorrow, after lunch, I want everyone to do a detailed analysis of the game. We''ll watch it together and point out what we can improve. But right now, I want you to rest. This was a tough test, and you deserve a night to process everything."


    The players got up, grabbing their backpacks and boots.


    As Lucas left, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Miguel, who had been playing like a real engine in midfield.


    "Hey, Lucas," he said with a sincere smile, "that pass to Arthur made me realize something."


    "Huh? What?"


    "You''re a great passer. So I want to ask you to practice something with me."

 Chapter 109 108 - Dressing Room of Liverpools U18 team.

    As Brighton left Liverpool''s training grounds, a heavy silence pervaded the dressing room of Liverpool''s U18 team."Because you weren''t marking properly, maybe?" asked Liam, the right-back, throwing his towel on the floor. "That number ten, Miguel, passed a free ten times."


    At the other end of the bench, Mason, the team captain, was cleaning his boots without saying a word. He was always the last to speak. When he finally raised his head, the murmurs stopped.


    "Let''s be honest. We underestimated them. It''s as simple as that. They were quick, organized, and played as a team, while we... well, everyone seemed to play on their own."


    Nobody wanted to admit it, but he was right. They did win, but they knew they had made a lot of mistakes.


    The doors to the dressing room opened, and Coach Ferg walked in. He wasn''t a man who needed words to be heard. Wearing a simple suit and holding a clipboard, he looked at each player, one by one, as if he could see beyond their expressions.


    "I want you to listen carefully." Ferg placed the clipboard on a table and stepped forward. "You''ve just won against Brighton. Right? That''s good, but I bet you also feel like it''s a defeat."


    Some of the players looked away, unable to face him.


    "Now, here''s a detail you might not know yet. This wasn''t Brighton''s first team. In fact..." Ferg took a deep breath. "... that was the B team."


    Jamie let out a nervous laugh, as if he expected it to be a joke. "Wait a minute, are you saying that...?" S~ea??h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Yes," Ferg interrupted. "You played against the reserve team. What''s more, this was their first friendly as a team. They started training a week ago."


    "But... they played as if they''d been together for years." Callum said.


    "Exactly, and that should scare you who underestimated this training session so much because it was ''just'' Brighton and not Milam or Real Madrid. I saw how relaxed they were earlier today. They were even late getting to the pitch. That''s why I decided not to tell you anything about their team."


    "Okay, but how is that possible? I mean, they were good, yes, but still... it makes little sense."


    Mason shook his head negatively. "It''s not about individual technique. It''s about how they played as a unit. Every pass had a purpose. It''s rare to see something like that, especially in a team formed so recently."


    "Especially the No. 7, that Tanaka guy. Every time he picked up the ball, he created a move," said one of the players. "Passing, shooting, dribbling, vision... I felt like I was watching a top ten players from a big team playing."


    "That''s something some of you need to learn from him." Ferg said. "Tanaka wasn''t afraid of the ball. He didn''t run away from responsibility, he didn''t run away from the game. He actually wanted to have received the ball for as long as he could. For that reason, I also want to reveal the data we collected from today... Brighton''s possession was 60% against 40% for us. The number of shots on the goal was the same. 10 to 10. However, we gave away more fouls. We gave away 7 compared to 2."


    "That says a lot because we''re feeling defeated." Jamie said.


    -:|:-


    Hours later, Brighton''s bus rocked gently along the road, the evening sky beginning to give way to complete darkness. Lucas was sitting by the window, his head resting on the cold glass. Outside, the trees and lampposts passed in indistinct blurs, but he barely noticed the movement. His mind was stuck on the pitch, revisiting every second of the friendly against Liverpool.


    ''I could have made that pass quicker...''


    ''If I''d looked at Arthur earlier, he would have been free sooner.''


    ''Why did I hesitate? Why didn''t I trust my instincts more?''


    These thoughts and many others swirled like an endless spiral in his mind, a cruel and incessant analysis.


    Lucas felt a lump in his throat, but he didn''t let it turn into tears. He didn''t want to draw attention to himself, especially with the noise of conversation and laughter in the background. Some colleagues seemed to have gotten over their defeat, at least temporarily, distracting themselves with jokes or songs playing on their cell phones.


    Arthur, sitting two seats back, was animatedly exchanging ideas with Miguel, while Loki and Denis were arguing about a controversial move in the game. Even Aidan, who had been more serious before the game, seemed relaxed now that it was over, sharing a packet of snacks with Anton. However, Lucas didn''t feel like joining them.


    From time to time, he glanced towards the front of the bus, where Eddie and Alex were sitting, both with tablets in their hands. They seemed immersed in analysis and notes, probably already planning their next training session.


    Lucas wished, for a moment, that he had the same objectivity as them. The ability to look at a mistake and immediately turn it into learning. He leaned back against the glass, closing his eyes, but the physical tiredness wasn''t enough to silence his mind.


    The clock was just over 8 p.m. when the bus finally arrived at the Institute. The yellowish lights of the main building softly illuminated the entrance courtyard as the group descended, carrying their backpacks and equipment.


    Lucas got off last, walking slowly. His footsteps echoed on the paved floor, and he looked up, observing the illuminated windows of the dormitories. Each one looked like a rectangle of distant comfort, but he didn''t feel worthy of that relief. His mind was still stuck in the field, in the mistakes, in the "what ifs".


    Raphael passed him and noticed that Lucas had become more introspective since they left Liverpool''s training ground.


    "Hey, Lucas, are you okay? You seemed quiet on the bus."


    "Just tired," he replied, forcing a half-smile.


    That didn''t convince Raphael, but it was enough to ward off any more questions.


    When Lucas finally reached his room, the silence was almost total. Lucas threw himself on the bed, but sleep didn''t come. He stared at the ceiling. Reaching for his cell phone, he opened a video app. He quickly searched for "best passes in soccer" and started watching clips of legendary players. Xavi, Iniesta, Pirlo... the precise, vision-filled passes of these idols left him inspired and, at the same time, even more aware of his own shortcomings.


    As he watched, he remembered Eddie''s words in the dressing room:


    "No one here handles this defeat alone."


    Lucas felt that if he had played better, perhaps the result would have been different. Maybe it would have been enough.


    The next morning, Lucas woke up with a heavy head, but determined to change his attitude. During breakfast, he looked for Miguel, who was sitting with Arthur in the central part of the institute''s cafeteria. They were third-year students.


    "Hey, Miguel. About yesterday..."


    "Good morning, Lucas." Miguel took off part of the headphones he was wearing.


    "A-ah, yeah. Good morning."


    "About yesterday...? What were you about to talk about?"


    "That training session you mentioned... when did we start?"


    Miguel smiled broadly and tapped the table. "That''s it, kid! I thought you''d never ask! How about this afternoon, after the match analysis?"


    Arthur looked at Lucas. "That''s what we need. Work hard. I want in on this, too."


    Felix arrived at that moment, placing the tray next to Arthur. "I heard you. If you''re going to work on passing, I want to practice marking to help. There''s no point in you making a great pass if I don''t get the ball back for you."


    -:|:-


    In the afternoon, during the match analysis, Eddie conducted the session with a calmer tone than he usually used in his tough training sessions. He showed mistakes, but also highlighted the positives, always remembering that each player was part of something bigger.


    When the session was over, Lucas, Miguel, Arthur and Felix gathered on the training pitch. In the sunshine, they started practicing short and long passes, working on communication and timing. At first, the mistakes piled up, largely because Lucas couldn''t hit the ball the way he wanted to.


    As he had used his cell phone to record the training sessions, he asked for a break to drink some water and analyze the videos. So he did. However, the more he watched the videos, the more frustrated he became with himself.


    Miguel wanted passes between the defense, Arthur wanted perfect crosses like the one Lucas was lucky to hit during the game and Felix said he''d also like to receive passes as often as he did for that great goal of his that opened the scoring for Brighton. They were three different types of pass and all very difficult.


    Luckily, Lucas Tanaka wasn''t alone in this game.


    [Training Mission ''Quality Passes'' obtained].


    [Training Mission: Quality Passes.


    Description: You''re not good enough at passing and you have no easy way of learning, yet.


    Objectives:


    0/100 Diagonal passes


    0/100 Cross passes


    0/50 Perfect crosses


    0/70 Goal assists


    Rewards:


    +1 Legendary Loot Box.


    +1 Assimilation Feature.]

 Chapter 110 109 - Quality Passes

    A training quest was all Lucas wanted, and then some. Excited, he went back to training as soon as he received the notification of the "Quality Passes" quest."Alright guys, I''ve got an idea!" said Lucas, getting up from the floor and setting his cell phone to record the training again.


    "Eh?! Aren''t you too excited for someone who''s missing so many passes?" asked Felix, with a hand on his waist.


    Lucas put his hand on his chin, smiling. "It''s because I think I''ve found where I was going wrong."


    Arthur, noticing Lucas'' confident expression, raised his eyebrows. "So you''ll be able to make other passes like that? My knees are sore after jumping so much to hit your crooked passes."


    "It''s not really a solution, but I think I know how to improve my hit rate for our future games."


    "And how are you going to do that?" asked Miguel.


    "Plain old repetition, right?" said a deep voice. Lucas turned and saw Alex approaching.


    The assistant coach''s intrusion into the conversation surprised Lucas a little.


    "Alex... How do you know what I had in mind?"


    "Well, you''re a great passer, Lucas. So the only obvious way to always hit the passes you already hit by chance is repetition, of course."


    Lucas thought about it. He hadn''t thought of it that way, because, unlike Alex, he didn''t have as much confidence in himself. He knew that one of his main characteristics as a footballer was his ability to make creative and precise passes, more than most players. However, he believed that this talent only made him stand out at Wushia College, not in grassroots soccer. S§×ar?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    But he was wrong. His talent as a passer was rarer than he thought.


    "Come on, I''ll be here to help and instruct. Lucas, put the ball in the corner," said Alex.


    "But, Alex, why the corner? Then I won''t be able to practise my runs to receive passes," said Miguel, with a tone of confusion.


    "Of course you can," said Alex, raising one hand and signaling to Arthur, who had the ball.


    Arthur tossed the ball to Alex, who caught it with ease and spun it from one hand to the other.


    "The way you were trying to train was good. Putting the ball in the middle of the pitch and asking Lucas to pass is interesting because Felix had to identify who would receive the pass, Miguel or Arthur. However, this tires Lucas''s leg, makes Miguel out of breath and also Arthur''s knees, not to mention the fact that Felix needs to change direction and could injure himself. We''re still in pre-season, so we can''t keep doing situational training like this. The best thing is to do the same training, but from a shorter distance and with reduced space."


    "In other words, the corner and the penalty area," Felix concluded.


    "Exactly!" Alex stopped the ball under one arm and snapped his fingers. "Now we''re going to need a goalkeeper. Um... Hey, Anton! Come here!"


    Anton was drinking water and talking to Daniel when he heard Alex''s voice. As he approached, the group gathered near the middle of the pitch. Alex threw him the ball and said:


    "Come on, you''re going to train with the forwards now." Alex started walking towards one goal.


    "W-what? But I was training with the defense guys to..."


    "You''re a goalkeeper, man. Training requires jumping a bit, not just corner positioning. You can practice that later," said Arthur, putting an arm around the neck of Anton, who was tall and handsome, but shy.


    The training was adjusted, keeping the essence of what they had been practicing before, but making it easier for Lucas. With the ball at one corner, he only had to decide whether to cross to Arthur, who was being closely marked by Felix, or to Miguel, who needed to get into the box and shoot. Although it was more difficult to execute than to plan, Lucas knew exactly what he needed to do. His objectives were clear.


    100 Diagonal Passes.


    100 Cross-field Passes.


    50 Perfect Crosses.


    70 Goal Assists.


    The fact that Lucas needed to have more assists than perfect crosses was more of a relief than it might seem at first. It meant that he didn''t have to hit every cross exactly right, as long as his strikers finished and scored, or so he thought.


    In the first thirty minutes, he hit ten perfect crosses out of the fifty crosses he made, but the assist rate was lower than he expected. Only eight assists.


    Having Anton and Felix impeding his crosses was a pain. However, there was no way he was going to look at Alex and ask the two defenders to come out of training to make it easier. It wouldn''t even make sense to ask for something like that.


    By the end of the afternoon, things had improved, but it also made Lucas think he wouldn''t complete the ''Quality Passes'' mission in a single day.


    [Training Mission: Quality Passes.


    Description: You''re not good enough at passing, and you have no easy way of learning yet.


    Objectives:


    46/100 Diagonal passes


    37/100 Cross-field passes


    23/50 Perfect crosses


    22/70 Goal assists


    Rewards:


    +1 Legendary Loot Box.


    +1 Assimilation Feature.]


    In the locker room shower, Lucas could feel the thigh muscles in his right leg throbbing, which made him realize, for the first time in his short soccer career so far, that it sucked not being an ambidextrous player.


    ''Gee, can I copy someone''s good leg? For example, could I copy the left leg of someone who is good with their left leg?'' he asked, but no longer expected an answer.


    [Unlike skills such as dribbling, heading, or thrusting, a left leg is a body part. As such, unless you find a player who has a skill that can only be done with the left leg and not the right, it will be impossible for you to improve your left leg with copied skills].


    ''As I imagined...''


    After dressing in an ordinary Brighton tracksuit, Lucas picked up his bag and left the changing room.


    Raphael was standing outside, one foot against the wall, his bag over his shoulder and his cell phone in one hand. He looked up when he saw Lucas approaching and followed his stride.


    "How was your A-Team training?" asked Raphael with a serious expression.


    Lucas looked at him, confused and stopped walking. "A-Team? What are you talking about?"


    "You were playing with Miguel, Arthur and the team captain, Felix. Also, Alex went to help you."


    "And that automatically makes us preferred to go to the A-Team?"


    "Doesn''t it?"


    Hearing that, Lucas realized that this could easily turn into a pointless argument. He turned his face away and continued walking, choosing to ignore him rather than answer him.


    Raphael didn''t follow him, and alone, Lucas left the Brighton CT, entered the institute, and went to the dormitories.


    The next morning, he didn''t text or wait for Raphael to go for coffee. He didn''t need to stress about silly jealous intrigues.


    Raphael was a friendship that Lucas valued, but it was a recent friendship, and it wouldn''t affect him not to talk to him for a few days. However, things weren''t so simple.


    In class, Raphael and Lucas would sit next to each other from the beginning of lessons and talk.


    For their classmates, not seeing the two of them talking or looking at each other was strange.


    Lucas didn''t have any problems with Raphael or anything to apologize for, so he just focused on his classes.


    Even though they were at an institute, the content of the normal classes wasn''t too difficult. It was just a less advanced version of what he had seen in business school, whether it was math, history, or philosophy. Perhaps because the teaching in Japan was so good, even the school subjects that his classmates struggled with, such as physics, he could solve with no problems.


    He wasn''t a genius, he just had to study a lot during his life, whether it was to pass high school or college.


    Even though Lucas thought so, his colleagues didn''t see it that way and, surprisingly, with Raphael''s departure, many saw it as an opportunity to fill the supposed vacancy he had left. It was only then that he realized how many eyes were on him and the other Brighton youth footballers.


    That meant...


    "Hey, Lucas, I forgot my biology book. Can I sit here?" A girl asked.


    "Oh, I think the teacher has some spare books in the cupboard." He replied.


    "Hey, man! The guys and I are going to karaoke today after class and..."


    "Sorry, I have to practice."


    "Tanaka! There''s an empty seat here. Do you want to eat with us?"


    "I''m sorry, but today I''m just going to grab an apple and go to CT."


    Lucas knew that most people were trying to make friends with him because he was a footballer, so he made up one excuse after another to turn down invitations.

 Chapter 111 110 - Social Intelligence

    At break time, Lucas was being searched so much by his classmates that his only alternative was to find a secluded place to breathe.That place turned out to be the top of the main building''s staircase. He ignored a sign that said "No access to terrace" and went up. As fate would have it, there was someone else who had also ignored the same warning, and Lucas later discovered that she did this all the time. Yes, her.


    "Lucas, what are you doing here?" Lucy asked, wide-eyed when she saw him.


    He was a little surprised too, so he returned the question.


    "What are YOU doing here?"


    A second of awkward silence fell over them. Just then, Lucas''s eyes caught sight of some packages to her right and also her open handbag. Inside the bag were several packets of snacks and sweets.


    Lucy realized he had noticed and quickly collected everything and put it in the bag behind her.


    "I-I was just having a little snack because..."


    He interrupted her with a sigh and, more relaxed, walked over to the same step she was on and sat down next to her.


    Lucy was a little stunned by the situation and didn''t seem to understand why he had sat down next to her.


    "Do you come here to eat hidden from the staff?" he asked with a casual air, as he pulled a chocolate-flavored protein bar out of one of his front pockets.


    Still staring straight ahead, her cheeks flushed a little. "How did you know?"


    "Well, that''s the only thing I could deduce." He said and opened the wrapper of the protein bar. "Do you want some?" he asked.


    She nodded.


    "Too bad. This flavor is very good, and the formula will change in a few years." Lucas said and took a bite of the bar. He only realized a second later that he had missed a piece of information.


    Luckily, Lucy was so focused on something that was on her mind that she didn''t care enough to ask what he had said.


    "Lucas, aren''t you going to say anything...?" Lucy asked suddenly.


    "If you''re referring to the sweets and snacks, I have nothing to say." He replied in a blunt tone and took another bite out of the bar.


    "What? But... everyone talks when they find out about my passion for nonsense."


    "Let me guess. They say you shouldn''t eat those things because you''re an athlete and athletes need a strict, protein-packed diet to get stronger and healthier."


    Lucy nodded. "Yes, and also because I''m a swimmer and I need to keep my body slim so I don''t slow down in the pool."


    "Hmm... I imagine that''s really important for your sport. But I don''t think a snack or a chocolate is that alarming. In fact, it could be very motivating for you to use it as a reward."


    "Thinking along those lines..." Lucy looked back at the bag she had been trying to hide until then.


    "Besides, you look great to me." Lucas put a hand to his chin and analyzed her with his eyes. S§×ar?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    ''So close!'' Lucy thought as she saw him standing next to her. "W-what do you think you''re doing? Take your eyes off my thighs. I eat a lot so that they stay strong and help me train, not so that boys can look at them."


    At that moment, he realized he was quite close and being rude. So he put a hand to the back of his head and ducked his own head, then apologized.


    "I''m sorry about that, Lucy. I didn''t mean to make you feel bad or..."


    "Puft!" She tried to hold in her laughter as he kept his head down.


    When Lucas raised his head and looked at her with a confused expression, she couldn''t help herself and started laughing out loud.


    "..." He just turned away, his cheeks flushed, saying nothing out of embarrassment, while she laughed at him.


    Yes, now he remembered why he wasn''t very successful with high school girls. They were too confusing for his limited male brain to understand.


    "Ouch, ouch..." Lucy wiped a tear from the corner of her eye after laughing for over thirty seconds. "You had to have seen his surprised expression. Anyway, thanks for trying to cheer me up, Lucas. You really are a good friend."


    The word ''friend'' resounded like a finger snap in Lucas''s mind.


    "Speaking of friends, Lucy. I imagine people looked up to you a lot when you started studying here at the institute. What did you do to stop people pursuing you as a friend?" he asked.


    "I figured you''d ask about that. People have been hanging around you ever since they noticed that you and Raphael aren''t talking."


    "Yes, it''s been a bit of a problem dealing with these people from an early age. Not that I hate it, but it''s getting annoying, and I don''t want to go as far as telling them to stay away. I''d get a reputation as a busybody or something," Lucas replied.


    Lucy put a finger to her cheek and thought about it for a moment. "It may not seem like it to you, because you''ve only been at this institute for a week, but this place is like a jungle of animals. To survive here, everyone knows that the better the partner, the higher the chances of survival."


    "Is that some kind of analogy?" he asked.


    "You could say that. This is a very stressful, competitive environment. Everyone wants friends who are socially high-ranked. So when our colleagues saw that you, a Brighton player, were completely available for new friendships, or so they thought, they tried to create some kind of bond."


    "Eh... But I''m only a Team-B player."


    "Yes, and that may have been the reason an avalanche of people didn''t go after you from the start. However, since they noticed that you were open, they must have reconsidered the idea. I don''t know. It''s hard to imagine what''s going through their heads."


    "So, you still haven''t told me how you lost them, dismissed them or anything like that." Lucas said as he crumpled up the tent package and put it in one of his jacket pockets.


    "About that... I didn''t actually do any of that. I just became friends with everyone who approached me. Of course, most of them I don''t even know by surname or class, but they say they know me and I use whatever favors they can offer me."


    "Favors?" asked Lucas, frowning. "What kind of favors?"


    Lucy shrugged. "I don''t know, maybe something like the answer sheet for the next philosophy exam."


    "W-what?"


    "In fact, I didn''t even ask. Why aren''t you and Raphael talking? Was it a disagreement during training?" She asked and stood up, with the strap of her backpack on her right shoulder.


    Lucas lowered his head, looking at his shoes. "Yes..."


    "Was it so bad that you stopped talking to each other? You''re teammates, you can''t just stop communicating."


    "I know, I know. Unfortunately, I can''t understand why he got upset. I was just training with some boys, and he seems to have had a jealous breakdown."


    "Um... Maybe it wasn''t envy." said Lucy, which made Lucas raise his head and look at her.


    "What do you mean?" he asked.


    "As far as you''ve told me and also as far as I''ve heard, you''re strikers, right? I don''t know much about soccer, but shouldn''t strikers train together? If, among the boys you were training with, there were other strikers like you and Raphael, he might have been upset at being the only one left out. I don''t know. It''s just a hunch."


    Lucas''s eyebrows rose automatically. He was genuinely surprised by the theory Lucy had put forward because his own theories went past the jealousy Raphael might have felt. He thought Raphael was jealous of his friendship with Miguel and Arthur, not because he was training with the others.


    "Jeez, Lucy... You have much better social intelligence than I do." Lucas had to admit that truth out loud.


    She crossed her arms and lifted her chin, proud of herself. "It''s the first time I''ve been complimented like that, but I''ll take it."


    "Thanks, Lucy!" Lucas thanked her as he rushed down the stairs.


    In an instant, Lucy saw him vanish from her side. She was shocked by how quickly he descended the stairs.


    At that moment, the only thought Lucas had in his mind was:


    ''I''ll tell Raphael to train with me and the boys today after our collective training session, then he''ll start talking to me normally again, and people will stop bothering me when they see us talking. Also, I''ll have one more option for my cross-field passes, so I''ll have a higher rate of assists and successfully completed passes!''

 Chapter 112 111 - Speed

    [Bonus Chapter]After lunch, when everyone was in the changing room, Lucas approached Raphael and asked him if he wanted to take part in the extra training session that Miguel, Felix, Arthur and Anton would do after the collective training session.


    To Lucas''s surprise, the serious look that Raphael had been wearing all morning went away instantly, and he agreed cheerfully. sea??h th§× N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    ''Thanks for the tip, Lucy.'' It was all Lucas could think of at that moment to thank his classmate for her help.


    However, little did he know what awaited them at collective training. With the same rigidity as the first week, Wednesday''s training began without a soccer and off the pitch.


    The grounds of Brighton''s training center were vast, so there were not only soccer pitches, but many buildings for a wide variety of purposes. Among many things, there was a hundred-meter athletic track. It was a straight track, not an Olympic track.


    "That''s exactly what you''re thinking, boys. Today, we''re going to do some explosive speed training!" Eddie, with his hands on his hips, exclaimed.


    Denis sighed. "Ha... I knew something different was coming when he told us not to put our boots on and to stick to our normal shoes."


    "What did you say, Denis?" asked Eddie, his eyes finding the sleepy Denis in the middle of the group of boys.


    "N-nothing, sir!" Denis became alert and stood up straight away immediately.


    "That''s what I thought." Eddie crossed his arms.


    Alex, the assistant coach, laughed briefly at the situation and stepped forward. "Guys, don''t worry. Today''s training will be more relaxed. We''ll do ten shots of a hundred meters each, then we''ll do a training session focusing on dynamic passing."


    When the boys heard about the ten shots, they were already more discouraged. They weren''t lazy, they just wanted to play fast soccer because they loved soccer more than anything in the world.


    Alex knew this and revealed something to cheer them up. "If you do well, we''ll play a team game instead of passing. What do you think?"


    A team game meant creating two teams and playing soccer, not just practicing passes between teammates, and that cheered everyone up.


    "Besides, here''s what we''re going to do. The six fastest will be in one team, the six slowest will be in the other." Alex said with a smile in the corner of his mouth.


    Determination spread among the boys like a fire burning straw. Obviously, everyone wanted to be on the fastest team because, as well as being able to say they were faster than so-and-so, they would play on an ultra-fast team against an ultra-slow team.


    Soon, the first four boys were in place. They were Arthur, Aidan, Denis and Luiz.


    Running twenty-five meters was just a matter of explosiveness, running fifty was explosiveness and technique, but running a hundred meters was a combination of these factors plus the breath factor. So yes, whoever came first in the hundred meters was faster than the others.


    Arthur looked at Aidan, who was on his left, then at Denis and Luiz. Of all of them, he was the tallest and obviously had the advantage in the race.


    When assistant Alex fired upwards with the cork gun, Arthur took a step and saw no one in his field of vision for a second, and only a second at that, because in the next second he saw the three opponents overtake him as if it were nothing.


    Aidan, with his red hair in a bun on top of his head, ran faster than anyone else. He seemed to have rockets on his heels, because Arthur had seen no one run that fast before.


    The others weren''t far behind. Denis, although very sleepy normally, was quick too, and Luiz Fernando, even though he was a defender, was a few centimeters behind Aidan the whole time.


    In a few seconds, when the four of them crossed the finish line at the end of the track, there was a clear time difference.


    "Aidan did 12 seconds; Denis did 13 seconds; Luiz did 13.5 seconds and Arthur... you have a lot of potential to improve still, don''t worry," said Eddie, holding up a stopwatch.


    Arthur was on his hands and knees, panting. He raised his head, tossing back his blond hair.


    "How soon... did I do it?" Arthur asked.


    Eddie looked at him and thought for a second before answering. "15 seconds, kid."


    Arthur''s gap to Luiz Fernando, the third-placed rider, was just 1.5 seconds. A basic calculation showed that. And for speed and time, 1.5 seconds was too absurd a difference to ignore.


    All his life, Arthur knew he wasn''t quick. People didn''t praise him for his speed, but for his finishing ability, height, beauty and so on. However, he never imagined himself as a slow player, and he didn''t even have many muscles.


    "Damn, I need to improve my time." Arthur was exasperated, tired.


    Soon after the first four boys, another four stood by, and Alex fired high into the air, warning them to run.


    This time, it was Miguel, Hillebrand, Raphael, and Felix who were running. Three ends and a steering wheel. As they passed the finish line, Eddie pressed the timer button and stopped.


    "Miguel was the best. Congratulations. 12.2 seconds. Hillebrand, you surprised me. 12.5 seconds. Raphael did 13 seconds and Felix did 14 seconds." Eddie counted the players'' times out loud once again.


    "There''s nothing to be done. I''m just a steering wheel." Felix shrugged.


    In fact, speed wasn''t a determining factor for the position he played. Besides, he was muscular and almost 1.90 tall, so it was hard to ask him to be as quick as his fellow winger.


    On the other hand, Raphael was frustrated by his time. "13 seconds?! I haven''t progressed at all since high school?!"


    At that moment, Raphael looked at Hillebrand, who was talking to Miguel about their times. Raphael and Hillebrand were left-wingers and therefore direct rivals. Raphael had been a starter in the game against Liverpool, but speed was a determining factor for wingers in soccer and this test could be enough of an excuse for Eddie to choose Hillebrand as a starter in the next friendly game.


    Raphael gritted his teeth. ''I need to make better time!''

 Chapter 113 112 - Fast versus Slow

    And so it was finally the turn of the final four. Anton, Lucas, Daniel and Loki stood at the finish line. Some of them bowed like athletic runners do, while others didn''t.Lucas was nervous. In that final round, he was the only striker, and, for that reason, he felt there was extra pressure on his shoulders. It certainly wasn''t an obligation to be fast, but it was a very good thing to have as a characteristic.


    If Lucas used the Champion System, perhaps he could copy Aidan''s explosive speed ability, or Miguel''s breath, but it didn''t make sense for him, as a footballer, to just collect skills without his own merit of effort, for example.


    So he decided he would just run with his own speed, with no items or skills to use.


    He was one of those who bent over like a track and field athlete, and this helped him a little when the pistol shot resounded through the air and everyone started running. The fact that he was slightly bent forward meant that the wind resistance didn''t affect his initial burst as much. When they were over fifty meters, Lucas still wasn''t the first.


    Surprisingly, Loki, the right-back, was quick indeed. In a way, he resembled Aidan, only with a little less breath.


    In the end, Lucas was just a few centimeters away and felt he could overtake him, but he couldn''t. And there were no excuses to be made. Loki was faster. Perhaps, if he''d had better breath and hadn''t slowed down at the end, he could have done the same time as Aidan or even better.


    Eddie stopped the stopwatch as the runners passed him, took out a pencil that he kept resting on his ear, and wrote the times. Then he put the stopwatch in the pocket of his polo shirt, tucked the clipboard under his arms, and clapped his hands to attract attention.


    "Well done guys, you did really well! Aidan still made the best time, with 12 seconds, but many of you weren''t far behind. Loki was second, Miguel third, Hillebrand fourth, Lucas fifth with 12.8 seconds, and Raphael and Denis sixth."


    "What? Two in sixth?" Raphael asked.


    "You did exactly the same time. 13 seconds. The next round should break the tie. Anyway, drink some water and get ready for the next round."


    That''s how they spent an hour running under the sun that Wednesday afternoon.


    In fact, everyone improved their times with Eddie and Alex''s instructions.


    "Daniel, your torso is bent too far back!"


    "Hillebrand, breathe easy!"


    "Arthur, use the strength you have in those legs."


    Some improved more than others, but the order from fastest to slowest changed little compared to the first round.


    While everyone was sitting on the floor and drinking water, Alex suddenly dropped a bag on the floor, which made everyone look at him and then at the bag.


    "Anton, Arthur, Daniel, Felix, Luiz, and Denis, get your vests on. We''re going to play that promised match." Alex said.


    His words cheered everyone up, and they got up to run onto the pitch. However, when they split up on the small pitch, they realized how unbalanced the two teams were.


    One side of the pitch held the slower players. They had a goalkeeper, defenders, a midfielder, a striker, and a midfielder. Undoubtedly, although they were the slowest, they had the best line-up, tactically speaking.


    On the other side, the fastest. Aidan, Loki, Miguel, Hillebrand, Lucas, and Raphael. This team comprised the fastest players in the B team, and most of them were strikers. The only ones who weren''t strikers still had attacking roles, such as Loki and Aidan, the right, and left-backs, respectively.


    Lucas straightened his shoelaces and took a quick look at his teammates. Their formation was a little odd compared to their opponents.


    Aidan and Loki were on the wings, as expected. However, Miguel was in midfield, Raphael was in attack as a center forward, Lucas as a defender, and Hillebrand volunteered to go on goal.


    Raphael shook his head as he looked towards the other team. "You know they have the advantage, right?" he muttered to Lucas with one hand in front of his mouth so as not to be read. "On a reduced field, we can''t use our speed."


    "Nah. Let''s just do what we know how to do." Lucas replied, standing up.


    Soon after, Eddie approached the ball in the center of the field and raised his head to look at the players.


    "Right. You already know the rule: fifteen minutes. Whoever scores the most wins. No unnecessary fouls, and I don''t want anyone hurt. Is that clear?" asked Eddie. Everyone nodded immediately. "Let''s go then. Positioned!"


    Eddie stepped away from the ball and blew his whistle. Miguel took the first touch of the ball, sending it to Loki on the right wing. The burst of speed was immediate, with Loki shooting like a rocket down the field.


    The team''s closest player in the vest, Arthur, moved quickly to mark him, but Loki, agile, deflected it with a short touch and kept running to the end line. "Cross!" shouted Aidan, raising his hand to ask for the ball. Daniel, who saw Aidan behind him, opened his eyes wide. ''When did he get here?!'' Loki realized Arthur was coming back to close the space, so he delivered the cross.


    The ball traveled in a high arc across the pitch. Aidan jumped to try to reach it, but Daniel appeared and headed for the ball, sending it into midfield. Lucas was there. He controlled the ball with a touch of his chest and controlled it with his left foot, already planning his next move.


    Felix ran towards him to press him, but Lucas had already instinctively predicted that this would happen, so he passed the ball to Miguel. "Nice one, Lucas!" thanked Miguel as he drove the ball with the outside of his right foot.


    The team of fast players was showing its power. Miguel slipped between Denis and Luiz, who tried to close the space and fell behind. He advanced to the edge of the box, but before he could shoot, Daniel tackled him.


    "Not here, man!" shouted Daniel with an excited laugh.


    The ball sailed wide, and the play stopped for a moment as Loki ran to take the throw-in. On the other side, Alex was adjusting the height of a tripod with a camera he was using to record the training session so he could review it later.


    "The fast team has intensity, but I feel they''re impatient," he commented to Eddie as he stepped out from behind the camera. "Yes, they''ll wear out like that," replied Eddie. "If the tacticians keep their cool, they''ll find chances to score."


    Loki laid the ball off to Raphael, who tried to turn to get away from Luiz, but ended up losing possession. Luiz calmly raised his head and analyzed the pitch. The most advanced player on the pitch was also the team''s only striker. Luiz then played a pass to Arthur, who found Felix in midfield. The short passes frustrated the fast players, who tried to intercept, but we''re not good at marking or stealing the ball. "Press!" shouted Aidan, moving to get the ball from Felix.


    However, the midfielder stopped the ball and sent a low pass to Daniel, who passed into the gap on the left flank that Aidan left as he advanced. Daniel advanced a few meters before firing a long ball to Denis, who was free on the edge of the box.


    Midfielder Denis squared his body and shot powerfully, but makeshift goalkeeper Hillebrand pulled off an impressive save to send the ball out for a corner.


    Five minutes into the game, the chance that the quick were waiting for finally came. Lucas intercepted a poorly executed pass from Luiz and slipped the ball through to Miguel.


    This time, Miguel dribbled past Daniel and into the area. With a subtle touch, he found Lucas, who had run at full speed to receive the pass, back in an excellent position. Lucas didn''t waste such an easy goal and sent it into the back of the net. sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Well done, boys! Nice move!" Alex clapped his hands. He was the one who always did it, because Eddie hardly ever congratulated the boys on playing in training.


    But the celebration was short-lived. Just two minutes later, the tacticians equalized. In a quick move, Denis found Arthur free on the edge of the box. Arthur made a perfect pivot and shot into the corner.


    The game remained even until the end, with both teams looking for the win and scoring goals. At the last minute, Lucas had another good chance, but Anton blocked his shot.


    When the final whistle blew, the score was level: 3-3. All the players protested when they heard the whistle, because they were enjoying the game. "Don''t complain and come closer! I have something to tell you! It''s about the next and last friendly match you have before the regular season starts!" Eddie said.

 Chapter 114 113 - Assimilation

    When all the boys had gathered in the center of the pitch and were quiet, Eddie said:"Guys, I confess we were struggling to find friendlies for the team before the season started. I even thought of asking Coach Jimenez for a training session against A-Team. But, I got a call today. This is to remind you that..."


    All the boys'' expressions were full of excitement even as old Eddie gave yet another speech about hard work.


    The first friendly was against Liverpool, and that got them excited about who would play next. Admittedly, they were up against Liverpool''s U18s, who weren''t playing in the same leagues as Brighton''s B Team, but they were still a big opponent.


    "Who will be next? Real Madrid maybe?" Luiz Fernando whispered. "Don''t be silly. Real Madrid is from Spain. It''s impossible for us to train match against them," Felix replied.


    Eddie was still giving his speech when he realized the boys were once again not listening to him, not completely, at least. He sighed and announced:


    "On Saturday, we''ll play Chelsea. It''ll be against their U20 team, the senior youth team.""


    Immediately, the anxious expressions on each of the boys'' faces turned into smiles of excitement in all different forms.


    Chelsea FC was one of England''s biggest soccer clubs. It was also highly respected worldwide. It was a club with a magnificent structure, history, talented players and a passionate fan base. For boys like them, it was impossible not to be happy just to have the chance to play against a club like that.


    Also, Lucas knew Chelsea was on a path to glory. Some players present at the club''s base would become essential to some of the club''s national and international achievements in a few years'' time.


    As he looked down at his right hand, Lucas closed it into a fist. ''That''s it...''


    -:-


    Later that afternoon, Lucas practiced his passes with Raphael and the others. They were excited, so they gave it their all.


    And so Lucas completed his mission.


    [Congratulations! You have completed the mission ''Quality Passes''!] [You have earned the following rewards: + 1 Legendary Loot Box and + Assimilation Functionality].


    He waited until he got home to check his rewards. He didn''t even wait for the door to close before asking: "Gee, what does this ''Assimilation Feature'' reward do?"


    [Features are extra resources that can be got in random missions and which, when obtained, are added to the Champion System]. [The assimilation feature is one of the ten additional features you can receive and its primary function is to integrate skills into you].


    "Integrate skills into me...?" Lucas asked as he dropped his backpack beside the bed and took off his shirt.


    [Basically, making skills copied or obtained through cards completely yours.]


    Hearing these words, Lucas stopped moving. He had his arms raised and was in the middle of taking off his shirt, so no one could see what expression he was wearing. However, if anyone could see, they would see that he was slack-jawed and his eyes were shining.


    After a few moments, Lucas threw his shirt as far as he could and, out of happiness, his body spasmed and he couldn''t hold it in. "WHAT?!!!" He slammed his back against the cupboard. "Jeez, that I could..."


    [Yes, having an assimilated skill means that using it won''t affect your physical development. This is what it meant to be completely your own skill.]


    "But this is so amazing! I want to do it right now! How do I assimilate a skill?"


    [Opening Assimilation Menu...]


    Suddenly, a window appeared in front of Lucas and quickly expanded into a large square. Inside this window, his skills were separated into Mystical Skills and Soccer Skills.


    [Mystical Skills: <Feet>; <Sharp Intuition>; <Attribute Progression>; <Supernatural Resistance>; <Champion System>; <Replicator Genius>; <Titanic Weight>].


    [Soccer Skills: <Advanced First Kick>; <Stellar Impulse>; <Short Dribble>; <Mirage Feint>; <More Than Fast Reflexes>; <Risk Analysis>; <Advanced Concentration>; <Extended Physical Stamina>].


    Below these two categories, there were two other categories.


    [Assimilation Skills: Empty].


    [Assimilated Skills: Empty.]


    Lucas analyzed the information and muttered to himself: "I see, so there is a process of assimilation. And considering that there''s a category just for skills that are in the process of assimilation, I can assume it takes some time."


    [Yes, the Assimilation time depends on the rarity of the Skill. A legendary skill will take much longer to be assimilated by your body than an ordinary skill].


    He frowned and sat down on the bed, taking it a little more seriously now. "Okay, how long does a legendary skill take to assimilate?"


    [60 days. What''s more, the skill will be locked during this time. You won''t be able to use it under any circumstances.]


    Lucas opened his eyes wide, so surprised that if he hadn''t already been sitting up in bed, he might have fallen over backwards. Sixty days was a long time, especially considering that he wouldn''t be able to use the skill. However, he had never obtained a legendary skill from anyone either, not as far as he knew. Still, he asked to clear up this doubt.


    "Heavens, do I have any Legendary rarity skills?"


    [Yes. They are: <Supernatural Resistance> and <Champion System>].


    The answer didn''t come as a complete surprise to him. They really were ultra-powerful skills. One of them gave him the chance not to die, while the other gave him everything he had so far, including his many other skills.


    Despite this, the absence of another skill, which he thought was as strong as these two, caught his attention. "Isn''t the skill <Replicating Genius> at Legendary rarity?"


    [No. This skill is one rarity higher].


    "What? A rank above? Isn''t Legendary the limit?"


    [No. As far as I know, there are two other ranks above Legendary]. S~ea??h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "And what are these two ranks called?" Lucas asked with a mixture of anxiety, anger, and nervousness.


    He didn''t understand how there could be two ranks above Legendary without being told about it.


    [The rarest skill ranks are Sovereign and Great Sovereign. These are ultra-rare and powerful skills that, like Legendary skills, can also fit into the Unique rank].


    By this time, Lucas'' mind was spinning. It was a lot of new information to process so quickly. He got up and went to get some water to calm down, but C¨¦os seemed excited about the subject.


    [If you''re interested, I can reveal which of the two maximum classifications the skill <Replicating Genius> is in].


    Lucas rested his glass on the bench where the water fountain was and sighed. "Tell me, what is the rank?"


    [Sovereign.]


    To think that a single skill would cause him so much thought was unexpected. After a few more minutes of talk with C¨¦os, Lucas learned it would take ninety days to assimilate a skill of Sovereign rank. It would take one hundred and eighty days for a skill of Great Sovereign rank. That was almost half a year.


    It sounded tempting, but he still didn''t understand why he would try to assimilate something like that. It was much more disadvantageous than helpful.


    For example, if he assimilated the skill <Replicating Genius>, he would be left for three entire months without being able to copy a player''s skill and try to turn a game with his opponent''s own weapon. However, using <Replicating Genius> didn''t affect his training at all, so it didn''t make sense for him to want to assimilate a skill like that.


    It made more sense to assimilate skills like <Risk Analysis>, <More Than Fast Reflexes>, and <Short Dribble>. They were very useful in the field.


    "Come on... What should be the first skill I assimilate?"


    Lucas thought about this during the last few hours of the day. While he showered, while he ate dinner, and even while he watched national team matches on television. The more he thought about it, the more difficult it became to decide.


    Putting a skill through an assimilation process meant giving up using it for several days. The season would start soon, so it was neither the best nor the worst time to do this.


    "Okay, I think I''ve decided which skill I''m going to assimilate." He said as he lay down to sleep and stared at the ceiling.


    [And what would that be?]


    "Extended Physical Resistance."


    [Skill: Extended Physical Resistance.


    Description: This skill temporarily increases your endurance capacity and reduces the negative effects of fatigue.


    Rating: Uncommon


    Time to Assimilate: Seven days].


    [Are you sure you want to put this skill up for assimilation?]


    "Yes, I''m sure. Seven days will fly by."


    Strategically, it made sense to have a skill like this available to use in the future with no harm, because he could use it when he was tired at the end of a game. It was these kinds of skills that he should focus on assimilating now at the beginning, skills that were only Uncommon and Rare, in other words, that alone made little an impact, but which, when used, at the same time, could turn him into a combat tank.


    [Skill "Extended Physical Resistance" is now occupying 1 Assimilation Slot and will finish this process soon.]


    [0 Assimilation Slots available at the moment.]

 Chapter 115 114 - Blues

    After almost two weeks of focusing on not using any of the systems skills during training sessions and practice games, Lucas noticed a considerable increase in his Talents.+


    [Talents]


    Ball Control: 14


    Endurance: 9


    Strength: 10


    Heading: 7


    Scoring: 10


    Vision: 12


    Positioning: 11


    +


    Sure, it wasn''t a jaw-dropping increase, but it was significant for someone who, in almost two months with the system, had averaged 5 points in each of these Talents.


    However, that Lucas was holding back during training sessions was not going unnoticed by some people.


    At the end of the last training session before the game against Chelsea on Friday, he was sitting on the pitch, drinking water and still breathing heavily, when F¨¦lix stopped next to him.


    F¨¦lix was holding a small bottle and was also panting. He looked at Lucas out of the corner of his eye, and the boy realized he wanted to say something.


    "If you have something to say, you shouldn''t keep it to yourself." Lucas said as he turned his bottle upside down to make sure there were no more drops.


    Felix raised his eyebrows and turned fully towards him.


    "There''s something I''ve noticed..."


    "And what would that be?"


    "You seem to have much better vision during proper matches than during training. You''re also less assertive when it comes to passing, shooting and dribbling when it''s just us here at the CT."


    Lucas opened his mouth to explain, but F¨¦lix interrupted him first.


    "You could say you''re taking it easy because training is training, and a game is a game, but we all see that you''re clearly pushing yourself. You''re always at your limit and forcing yourself to stay on your feet. Why do you think that is? Is it some kind of prayer you say before matches that leaves you blessed or something?"


    When he heard that last question, Lucas'' genuine reaction was just to laugh at how silly it sounded.


    "Prayer? No! Actually, what helps me in games is something far beyond even deities. It''s a system!"


    It would be nice if he could say something like that, but he didn''t. Felix might have thought he was crazy.


    After laughing so hard that his stomach hurt, Lucas sighed, still with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said:


    "Can I be honest?"


    Felix was drinking water and stopped. "You should. I''m really curious."


    "I feel that the nervousness and adrenaline of the games help me. It''s hard to find the right words, but I feel everything becomes clearer to me when the match is worth something. Maybe it''s the adrenaline or something psychological. I really can''t explain it."


    "Yeah, I''ve heard that it happens to some people. It''s called the ''Zone''. But it usually only happens in moments of hyper-focus in extreme situations. Maybe you find it easy to get into that mode or something." said Felix as he started walking. "Anyway, it''s nothing too important. I just had this doubt. Good training today, Lucas. See you tomorrow."


    F¨¦lix walked away and headed for the changing room, while Lucas was left with the thought that the player he was with the system and without the system were so different that even a teammate could tell the difference.


    "I have to do my utmost to close the gap..."


    -:-


    The next day, they all gathered in front of Brighton''s training ground once again. The trip this time would be to London, but not exactly to central London, where the Blues stadium was, but to South London.


    Like Brighton''s ground, Cobham Training Ground was a little further away from the city to ensure privacy for the players and the training sessions.


    The distance between the two grounds was just over 45 miles, so it would take them about an hour to get there. sea??h th§× Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Coach, why is it always us who go to them and not them who come to us? It''s tiring traveling all the time!" asked Daniel. As everyone got to know each other better, they no longer kept their questions to themselves.


    "It''s because you''re the scum," said Eddie as he sat down in the front seat.


    Silence perpetuated on the bus, which had been noisy until a moment ago.


    "Dad, you shouldn''t talk like that. I already told you," said Kader, the pink-haired girl in the seat next to Eddie.


    As he always listened to his daughter, Eddie looked back and noticed that the expressions on the boys'' faces resembled those of dead fish. He then leaned on the back of the bench and stood up.


    "What I meant wasn''t exactly that. I mean, yes, you''re the scum, but not the real scum. The scum of grassroots soccer." Eddie gestured as he said it.


    The more words that came out of his mouth, the more discouraged the boys became. The things he was saying were like punches to the gut of their self-esteem.


    Alex, the assistant, was agonized to see this happening, but he couldn''t intervene with the coach at the moment and attempt to soften the speech, or else Eddie would never learn to be more sensitive.


    Eddie took a deep breath. He then looked up and said:


    "I''ll be honest with you, boys. Being the B-Team is exactly that. We''re the second tier, the reserves of the reserves, and admitting that is no shame. You know what''s really shameful? Not wanting to change and getting used to being second. That''s what we should never do. We should always aim to be one step higher, and I have faith that all the young players on this bus will play on the top shelf of world soccer. That''s why I''m so tough on you every day."


    It wasn''t a pretty speech, but it was enough to motivate those boys and ignite their desire to do their best.


    It wasn''t a pretty speech, but it was enough to motivate those boys and ignite their desire to do their best. The speaker, a seasoned coach with years of experience, stood before the young athletes, their eyes fixed on him in anticipation. This speech was not just a pep talk; it was a rallying cry that united the team and instilled a sense of purpose and determination.


    Coach Eddie was right. It didn''t matter how bad people thought they were; it was whether they were happy with being labeled secondary.


    Lucas definitely wasn''t, which was why he was obsessed with becoming a better version of himself every day.


    -:-


    After an hour''s drive, the bus arrived at Cobham Training Ground. It was a sunny day, and it was midmorning. The parking lot was almost empty, and the sprinklers were wetting the fields.


    The main building of Chelsea''s CT was a brick building with a roof so curved that it looked like a bridge.


    There were several soccer pitches, all of different sizes, shapes and dimensions. A normal soccer pitch was usually 105 meters long by 68 meters wide. It wasn''t difficult to distinguish the main one from the others there: the goalposts perfectly aligned, the grass so uniformly green that it looked painted, and a small stand next to it, empty at the moment.


    Eddie was the first to leave. With his battered leather clipboard and white moustache, he looked more like a general about to command a battalion than a soccer manager. He looked back, expecting the team to follow.


    "Come on, lads! It''s not a walk in the park," he said.


    Just like the time they went to Liverpool''s training grounds, one of their representatives welcomed them. However, this time they didn''t have access to a changing room and had to change on the edge of the pitch.


    Luckily, assistant Alex had already warned them that the changing rooms were under renovation, so they came prepared, wearing their match uniforms under their tracksuits.


    Alex also led a typical warm-up for muscle activation, and Kader distributed protein-packed drinks for them.


    Soon, they saw their team approaching in the distance, already wearing their dark blue uniforms. There were eighteen boys, but Lucas could only remember the name of one of them: Mason Mount.


    To the surrounding people, he might not be very attractive to the eye, nor very dangerous offensively. However, Lucas knew something they didn''t.


    Mason Mount would become a great professional player, with a substantial part in winning the Champions League in 2021. Before then, he would be loaned out to a few clubs, and, obviously, the player Lucas was about to face was not 10% of the player he would become. It was the first time he would face a player who would become so successful.


    Lucas reflected: ''It''s a good thing I didn''t put the <Copying Genius> in to assimilate, because I really need some skill from Mason Mount. However... I only know him by name. I don''t know what he''s really good at and what I should try to copy.''


    As Lucas practically stopped watching soccer after he gave up on becoming a professional player in the past, there were many players he knew like Eden Hazard, Neymar, Kross and so on. It was different, these players he watched during his teenage years and tried to use as inspirations, unlike players like Vinicius Junior, Cole Palmer and Haaland who emerged when he was bogged down in college.

 Chapter 116 115 - Chelsea U20 versus Brighton Team-B (Part 1)

    The coach of Chelsea''s under-20 team was a middle-aged woman who greeted Alex with such a big smile that he was embarrassed, and the boys started teasing their colleague, whispering that the milf was watching him.The assistant was a little disconcerted by the jokes and told the Brighton boys to focus on their warm-ups, because Chelsea was the favorite of winning the Youth Premier League.


    That was also why Lucas was determined not to miss the game. Yes, it was only their second game as a team, and they were Team-B, but that didn''t mean they couldn''t do well and beat a great team. To prove it, Lucas was ready to give it his all on the pitch.


    ''I''ve got to make better use of the passes to complete when I''m able to do so. But I also have to remember that I''m an attacking midfielder.'' he thought to himself.


    Lucas was so preoccupied with warming up that he didn''t even realize there were already a few eyes on him. Sear?h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The Blues'' coach, Marie Jones, and her principal assistant, a young adult called Oliver, were talking about Lucas.


    "Is that kid the No7 that Mr Ferg told us about?" asked Marie, standing on the edge of the pitch.


    Oliver fixed his glasses on his face and nodded. "Yes, ma''am. Lucas Tanaka is his name."


    Mr Ferg was the coach of the Liverpool under-18s and had taught a subject at the academy where Marie Jones had studied to become a youth coach. Also, with so many years in the youth ranks, Mr Ferg had already worked at Chelsea too, including at U20 level.


    "If I remember correctly, Mr. Ferg said he had a lot of attacking potential. But, he helped a little in defense." Oliver continued, complementing his previous answer.


    "OK, that''s being expected from such a young midfielder. Polarity is very common. If he was good defensively and offensively at the same time, every youth team in England would look for him," said Marie.


    Though Marie seemed calm, she was curious. A random boy from Brighton''s B-Team had caught Mr. Ferg''s eye. Her old teacher had mentioned him in a casual phone call.


    "All right, lads. Come forward!" said Eddie, clapping his hands, and they did as he asked. "That''s it. Throw your waistcoats in this bag. Let''s get ready to start the game."


    As Brighton only had one color of kit left, Chelsea gave them the privilege of playing in their main kit: a blue shirt with white stripes and white shorts. Meanwhile, Chelsea played completely in black, which was the team''s secondary uniform that season.


    Once they were in position, Lucas looked around for his teammates.


    Daniel was in defense, adjusting his socks as he always did before a big game.


    Anton, the goalkeeper, was hitting the posts repeatedly, as if it were a ritual to diffuse the tension.


    Raphael and Miguel warmed up on the flanks, while Denis stood next to Lucas and Arthur further forward.


    The whistle blew loudly, announcing the start of the match. Chelsea against Brighton, and Lucas was right in the middle of it all. It was almost a dream.


    "Focus, Felix," said Felix, adjusting the improvised armband Alex had given him before the game. "This is the moment."


    Then, they placed the ball in the center of the pitch.


    Eddie, their coach, shouted from the sidelines:


    "Come on, Brighton! This is about attitude! Let''s win!"


    -:-


    The first few minutes were intense. As expected, Chelsea started by pressing high. It was their style.


    Their coach, Marie Jones, gestured a lot on the sidelines. She told the players to close their lines and stop Brighton''s fast breaks. Lucas could see that they were organized: compact, fast, ferocious.


    He dropped back to pick up the ball, but every time he did, there was an opposing midfielder to pressurize him.


    Felix, the midfielder, tried to keep possession and turn the game, but his pass was too short. Mason Mount intercepted it with ease and took off towards the Brighton penalty area.


    "Close it down! Close it down!" shouted Denis, retreating quickly with his eyes fixed on Mason.


    Mason, however, was a different player. He didn''t rush forward. Instead, he slowed down, waited for his teammates to move forward, and then made a perfect diagonal pass to Chelsea''s left winger.


    Loki went to cover, but his opponent''s speed overcame him. A player sent a low cross towards the center of the box. Luckily, Anton was alert and rose to grab the ball before an opponent could head it in.


    "Yes, Anton!" shouted Lucas.


    The clock seemed to run faster than they would have liked.


    Within ten minutes, Chelsea had already had two shots on goal, both saved by Anton, who was playing like never. On Brighton''s side, however, they still hadn''t found a way through the opposition defense.


    Eddie gesticulated from the bench.


    "Faster! Move! You''re standing like cones!"


    Lucas knew he was right, but it was easier said than done. When the ball came to him, for the first time with some space, he took a deep breath.


    ''Lucas, calm down. Use your head.''


    He played it to Miguel, who was on the right. Miguel pulled the ball into the middle and tried to return it, but, again, the defense was strong. Lucas picked up the ball and was forced to play it back to Felix, who soon lost possession. Felix wasn''t having a good game for some reason.


    Chelsea counter-attacked more calmly. This time, Mason didn''t have to make the pass; he took the shot himself. The ball went narrowly wide of the post, and the few spectators exhaled a collective sigh of both relief and frustration.


    "Hey, Lucas," said Arthur when they met in the middle of the pitch. Arthur was sweating, but like Lucas, he hadn''t had any chances yet. "They''re good, but not invincible. We''re giving them too much space to play further back. Try shooting from a distance sometimes and they''ll focus more on you, giving us more opportunities."


    Lucas nodded. He was right. They needed to impose their game and try to confuse the defense in some way.


    So instead of waiting for the ball, Lucas moved around more, looking for the gaps. Little by little, Brighton regained their confidence.


    Loki got in a dangerous cross from the right that almost found Miguel and Arthur in the box.


    "That''s it!" shouted Eddie. "Let''s go! Keep pressing!"


    Halfway through the first half, Brighton finally had their best chance. Arthur stole the ball in midfield and quickly played it to Lucas.


    He looked ahead and saw Loki shooting from the right again. Lucas launched a deep pass.


    Loki ran like lightning, reaching the ball before the Chelsea center-back. He crossed low, and Miguel, in the center of the box, deflected in a first-time shot.


    For a second, time seemed to stop. The ball seemed destined to go in. However, the Chelsea goalkeeper made a spectacular save, stretching to push the ball away.


    The save was incredible.


    All the Brighton players, including Lucas, stopped for a moment in disbelief.


    Miguel, who had already raised his arms in celebration, lowered his head in frustration.


    "Come on! Get your heads up! We''re getting close! Put pressure on them!" Eddie shouted.


    As the Chelsea players reorganized themselves to take the goal kick, Lucas noticed Felix, the team captain, walking with his head down. He was panting, his face red not only from exertion, but something else seemed to bother him. Felix wasn''t like that. Normally, he was the team''s anchor, the one who kept his cool even under pressure. But that day, he seemed distant, unfocused.


    Lucas approached him while the game was still at a standstill. "Hey, Felix. Everything okay?"


    Felix glanced at Lucas, but quickly looked away. "I"'' fine, Lucas. Just a bit tired."


    "Yeah... But it''s only the first half. You don''t seem like the same guy who always shouts at us. Did something happen?"


    Before Felix could answer, the whistle blew, signalling the resumption of play. He just shook his head and returned to his position, but his expression remained etched in Lucas'' mind. Something was wrong, and this wasn''t just about football.


    The next few minutes were an intense battle in midfield. Chelsea seemed to want to slow the game down, while Brighton tried to push the pace.


    Denis, who was playing alongside Lucas, whispered as they both ran towards the ball.


    "Have you seen Felix? He''s acting strange today, isn''t he?"


    "I don''t know what it is, but it''s affecting the way he plays. And he''s our security guard."


    "Try talking to him again at half-time. He''ll listen to you more."


    Lucas nodded, but the conversation was interrupted when Mason Mount received the ball. He swiveled with a first touch, breaking clear of Arthur''s marking. Denis and Lucas ran to close the space, but Mount had already played the ball to the right winger, who took off at speed.


    The cross came high into the center of the Brighton box.


    Daniel rose well to head away from the danger, but the ball fell to a Chelsea midfielder on the edge of the box. He didn''t think twice and shot low.


    Anton stretched to his left and tipped the ball away for a corner.


    "Yes, Anton!" shouted Aidan as he clapped his hands.


    Brighton cleared the danger after taking the corner.


    Raphael tried to start a counter-attack, but was dispossessed. Possession returned to Chelsea, who resumed their build-up play.


    Brighton didn''t have any worse players, but they needed something, a spark, a chance.


    It was then that Lucas spotted Felix misplacing another pass. It was a silly mistake, but a telling one. A wrong gear was affecting the entire team, which already had little experience together.


    The opponent intercepted with ease, and Felix didn''t even try to run back to correct it.


    Lucas ran to cover, but it was too late. Luckily, Luiz intercepted the attack before they got close to the area.


    "Felix!" Eddie shouted from the sidelines. "What''s wrong with you, kid? Wake up!"


    Felix just raised his arm in a gesture of apology, but said nothing. Eddie looked at Alex, the assistant, and exchanged a few quick words. Lucas couldn''t hear what was said, but Eddie looked worried.


    He was too. If things went on like this, Hillebrand would come on in place of Felix and that meant Lucas or Denis would have to play center back.


    Brighton went in at half-time, still level on points, but the feeling was bittersweet. The team had had some good chances, but Chelsea was still more organized and dangerous. What they lacked was luck, and Lucas didn''t even know what Brighton needed to impose themselves against them.

 Chapter 117 116 - Chelsea U20 versus Brighton Team-B (Part 2)

    Halftime arrived with the score still level, but the Brighton dressing room was far from reflecting any kind of victory.Anton, the goalkeeper, threw his gloves to one side and rested his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor with a serious expression.


    Loki drank water in quick sips, as if that could erase the frustration of the first forty-five minutes.


    Eddie approached, trying to hide his irritation with a heavy breath.


    "Listen up. The game is open," Eddie said. "Chelsea didn''t score, and that''s to our credit. You did a good job of holding off the pressure, but now it''s time to go further. We have to be more aggressive and take the chances that come our way."


    He looked at each player, lingering a little longer on Felix, who was sitting in the corner, his eyes fixed on his boots.


    "Felix, you''re our captain, but today you''re not being the leader that the team needs. What''s going on?"


    Felix raised his eyes for a moment, but quickly looked away, muttering: "Sorry, professor. I''m just not at my best today."


    "I realize that, but it''s not enough. If you can''t lead, I''ll have to change the scheme and take you out. We can''t afford to carry anyone."


    There was an uncomfortable silence then. The captain''s behavior was a shadow of the player Lucas knew.


    Felix was the voice of reason on the pitch, the one who kept his cool even under pressure. Something was wrong, and Lucas knew it wasn''t just tiredness.


    "Professor, I think Felix can recover," said Lucas. "He just needs a moment to reorganize himself. We trust him."


    Eddie raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Lucas''s intervention. "Are you sure about that, number seven?"


    Lucas nodded. "Yes, give us fifteen minutes. If it doesn''t work out, I''ll play impromptu in the profession myself." Sear?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Felix looked at Lucas, surprised, but with a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes. Before he could say anything, Eddie sighed and shook his head.


    "Okay, but I want to see results. Felix, no excuses in the second half."


    -:-


    Back on the pitch, the second half began with Chelsea pressing even harder.


    Mason Mount seemed omnipresent, dominating the midfield with his vision and accurate passing.


    Felix, although still visibly unconcentrated, did his best to stay in the game, but Lucas remained concerned.


    Five minutes into the second half, Chelsea had another chance. A well-taken corner found the head of their defender, but Anton made another spectacular save to prevent the goal.


    "Nice one, Anton!" shouted Daniel, running over to greet the goalkeeper.


    Despite the adrenaline of the game, Lucas couldn''t ignore Felix. In a moment of pause, Lucas approached him.


    "Felix, what''s wrong?" asked Lucas. "And don''t tell me it''s tiredness. If there''s something off the pitch, tell me. I''m here to help you."


    Felix sighed and finally looked at Lucas. "It''s my mother," he admitted, almost in a whisper.


    Lucas frowned. "Your mother? What happened?"


    "She''s in the hospital. Nothing serious, but I can''t stop thinking about it. I''ve been so worried about her well-being ever since. I wanted to visit her before the game, but my dad insisted it was better for me to focus on the match here. However, the weight of being the team captain and the anchor for my teammates is already heavy, and now dealing with family worries adds an extra layer of pressure. It''s a tough situation to navigate, but I know I have to balance my responsibilities and be there for my mother."


    Lucas now understood the pressure Felix must have been feeling.


    "Felix, it''s okay. If you feel you can''t lead today, I''ll take that weight off your back and stay back to help you in defense." Lucas said and gave Felix an encouraging pat on the shoulder.


    "Just play your soccer. The team trusts you. If something doesn''t go according to plan, we''ll cover it. We''re in this together."


    Felix nodded, still hesitant, but a glint of determination appeared in his eyes.


    Lucas knew he wasn''t completely recovered, but at least there was a spark of hope.


    As the game went on, Chelsea''s pressure was relentless, but Brighton responded with more intensity.


    Felix loosened up more on the pitch, hitting short, safe passes to calm the game down. Twelve minutes into the second half, he intercepted a risky pass from Reece James. He then started a promising counterattack.


    Lucas, always alert, received the ball in midfield and shot in from the right. He got past two defenders and crossed low into the area. Denis received the ball, but a Chelsea defender blocked his shot. The ball, however, fell to Miguel on the edge of the box. He got his right foot to it and shot, forcing the opposing goalkeeper to make a difficult save.


    It was the signal everyone needed.


    In the 15th minute, Brighton had their best chance. After a well-worked move through midfield, Lucas received the ball on the edge of the box, evaded his marker, and found Arthur in depth. Arthur played the ball past the goalkeeper, but it rebounded off the post.


    As the clock ticked down to 19 minutes of the second half, Felix made a move that changed the dynamic of the game. Recovering possession in midfield, he advanced with confidence and delivered a pinpoint pass to Miguel on the right wing. Miguel crossed first time, and this time Arthur didn''t miss. He headed the ball firmly into the back of the net.


    GOOOOOALL!


    Lucas went straight to Felix. "That''s what I''m talking about! You''re still our captain!"


    Felix smiled, finally looking relieved.


    But, they didn''t know that all this time the Blues had just been warming up.


    After Brighton''s goal, Chelsea went into full attack mode. The Londoners would not accept defeat without a fight.


    In the 22nd minute, Mason Mount made a brilliant individual move, dribbling past two defenders before unleashing a shot from outside the area.


    Anton, with impressive reflexes, flew in to make another incredible save, deflecting the ball for a corner.


    The Chelsea players raised their hands in disbelief as Anton shouted to organize the save at the corner.


    Eddie, on the sidelines, was gesticulating and shouting instructions. He knew Brighton needed to stay calm and compact. "No disorganization! Everyone in their position!" the coach shouted, as Chelsea''s pressure increased.


    The game seemed to be at a turning point. In the 24th minute, Chelsea''s No9 received a pass from the No8 and burst into the box at speed. He shot across the goal, but again Anton saved Brighton, diving to keep the ball out.


    Lucas and Felix coordinated the midfield better, trying to slow down the frenetic pace of the game. Lucas'' calmness was the key to keeping the team balanced.


    Felix, on the other hand, seemed to have found his rhythm again, making important passes and commanding the back line with authority.


    However, Chelsea was relentless. Soon, a cross from Reece James found the head of their number nine, who rose higher than the Brighton defenders and headed into the bottom corner. This time, even Anton couldn''t save it. Chelsea GOAL!


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    The score was now level: 1-1.


    On the Chelsea bench, Marie Jones, their experienced and highly respected coach, was watching the highly expected match intently. With her eyes fixed on the field, she closely analyzed the players'' movements, tactics, and overall performance. As her players lined up for the restart, Marie took a moment to gather her thoughts and strategize for the upcoming second half. With her arms crossed, she turned to her trusted assistant coach, Oliver Blackwood, and commented:


    "That Lucas Tanaka... He''s not at all what I expected."


    Oliver, a meticulous man not given to unnecessary words, nodded slightly.


    "I agree, boss. Mr. Ferg mentioned he was a constant threat to the attack. So far, he seems more concerned with defending than advancing."


    Marie didn''t reply, just frowned. Something about Lucas intrigued her, but she didn''t have time to unravel it. Chelsea needed another goal, and the focus was on putting even more pressure on Brighton.


    On the pitch, Brighton was preparing to restart the game.


    Felix, now with a different attitude, approached Lucas while adjusting his captain''s armband.


    "Lucas, I owe you one. You can trust me now. I''ll hold it back here. You know what to do up front."


    Lucas raised his eyebrows in surprise. Felix, until a few minutes ago, was trapped in his mind and unsure; now he looked completely different.


    "Are you sure?" asked Lucas, cautious but excited.


    "Absolutely. Only play what you know. I''ll be able to hold the place together like the No. 5 I am."


    Lucas flashed a broad smile, the kind that''s contagious. He patted Felix on the shoulder and replied:


    "That''s what I like to hear, captain. Let''s turn it around!"


    Lucas then looked ahead and smiled even more when Arthur kicked off to restart the game. Before the game, he had hoped to copy some of Mason Mount''s skills, but Mason didn''t have a great game, and Lucas couldn''t play either. Now, Lucas could show some of his soccer and perhaps instigate Mason Mount to show some of his skills.

 Chapter 118 117 - Chelsea U20 versus Brighton Team-B (Part 3)

    Lucas knew it was time to take more risks. With Felix recovered emotionally and confident in holding up the defensive half, Lucas felt he could unleash his game and make a difference.The first few minutes after the equalizer were intense.


    Chelsea, buoyed by the goal, pushed forward in search of a comeback, but Brighton showed maturity by not retreating completely.


    Eddie gestured from the bench, asking for calm and patience. "Work the ball! Take your time!" he shouted.


    Lucas floated around the pitch more. With intelligent movements, he moved between the spaces left by Chelsea, waiting for the right chance. In the 27th minute, he received a ball from Felix, who took out two markers with a move in midfield before making a perfect low pass to Lucas, who spun over his marker, using his body to protect the ball, and fired in from the left.


    Mason Mount, sensing the danger, ran back to follow Lucas. The Chelsea midfielder, so dominant in the first half, now had to divide his attention between attacking and helping defensively. Lucas felt it. He knew he was messing with the dynamics of the game.


    On the byline, Lucas braked sharply, causing Mount to slide in to clear. With a quick cutback, he reversed into the middle and found Raphael free on the edge of the box.


    Raphael shot from the edge of the box, looking for an angle, but the ball went just wide of the post.


    In the 30th minute, Lucas had another chance. After stealing the ball in midfield, Denis made a deep pass that ripped through Chelsea''s defensive line. Lucas ran like lightning, beating his marker at speed. He broke into the box, but before he could finish, the defender came up with a perfect dink, deflecting it for a corner.


    The game was still wide open, but now it was Chelsea who seemed more concerned.


    Marie Jones was gesticulating on the bench, clearly annoyed. She called Mount to the sidelines during a break in play.


    "You need to come back more," she said. "We can''t let them loose like this."


    Mount nodded, but it was clear he was frustrated. He wanted to lead Chelsea into attack, but was now locked in a personal battle with midfielder Tanaka.


    On the pitch, Lucas noticed the tactical change for Chelsea to focus on stealing the ball. Ever vigilant, he noticed Mount was retreating further back, trying to neutralize his advances. This opened up space for other Brighton players, especially Miguel, Raphael and Arthur, who exploited the gaps left in the opposition midfield.


    At the 35th minute, Lucas played a breathtaking role. He received the ball in midfield and ran forward at speed. Mount tried to keep up with him, but Lucas left him behind with a dry dribble. He passed another marker and shot from outside the area. The ball was headed for the goal, but the Chelsea goalkeeper made a spectacular save, deflecting it for a corner.


    Marie Jones, from the bench, muttered to Oliver Blackwood: "This kid hasn''t just become a threat. He''s one of those storms you get when you go out and forget your clothes on the line... Bloody Brighton. Where in the world did they find a lad who''s so insistent and assertive at the same time?"


    Eddie, for his part, was clapping frantically on the sidelines. "That''s it, Lucas! Keep it up!"


    The corner was taken short, and the ball came back to Lucas on the edge of the box. He attempted a cross, but the Chelsea defense cleared. The ball fell to Felix, who calmly restarted the move with a safe pass to the full-back.


    Brighton was controlling the game, but Chelsea was still dangerous.


    Soon, they almost scored again. After a quick counter-attack, the winger received on the left and crossed into the box.


    Chelsea''s No9 headed the ball in, but Anton once again made an incredible save to keep the score level.


    Regulation time was drawing to a close, and Brighton didn''t seem satisfied with the draw. They were playing very well against a team that should have been theoretically superior.


    Lucas, tireless, continued to lead the attacks. In the 43rd minute, he had a quick one-two with Arthur and broke into the box again. This time, instead of shooting, he tried a low pass to Denis, but the Chelsea defense cut him off at the last moment.


    ''Damn, be selfish, Lucas!'' Arthur thought, seeing the chance his teammate had missed.


    However, Lucas hadn''t seen the angle to close it down because the goalkeeper had come too close. ]


    ''I need to copy someone''s finishing skills...'' thought Lucas.


    Finally, when the referee signaled five minutes of extra time, Chelsea was still trying to regain control, but the insistent Brighton players wouldn''t let them.


    Two minutes into second-half stoppage time, Lucas received the ball in the center circle, spun around Mount and took off like a rocket. He got past two defenders and, on the edge of the box, faked a shot, causing his marker to fall. Calmly, he rolled the ball to Arthur, who was free in the penalty area.


    Arthur didn''t miss. He shot into the corner, with no chance for the goalkeeper.


    BRIGHTON GOOOOOAAAL!


    The players ran to hug Arthur, but Lucas was the genuine hero.


    Felix, with a broad smile, pulled Lucas into a hug and said: "I told you, you knew what to do."


    Eddie, on the sidelines, looked ecstatic. "That''s it, boys! Hold on now!"


    In the last minutes, Chelsea tried everything, but Brighton''s defense was solid. Felix led like the captain everyone knew, cutting out crosses and commanding the defensive line, shouting every time he defended.


    When the final whistle blew, Brighton celebrated as if they had won a final. It was a hard-fought victory at the Blues'' ground, won with a collective effort and some brilliant moments from their players.


    As the players embraced on the pitch, Marie Jones walked over to greet Eddie.


    "Congratulations." she said, with a slight smile. "Your team played very well. And that Tanaka... you''ve got a gem in your hands. Can you hold him?"


    Eddie smiled proudly and lowered his gaze. "I don''t know if I can. Coach Jimenez wants to train him."


    "That''s what I thought. If I was going to say something to you about this kid, I''d just tell him to care less about his teammates and focus on himself. But how can you say that to a sixteen-year-old?"


    "Do you think that''s a weakness?" Alex asked, entering the conversation between the coaches of the two junior teams.


    "Excuse me?" Marie looked at Alex.


    "Some people might think that Tanaka would be stronger if he was an individualist, but I see the exact opposite. His ability to observe both his teammates and his opponents is impressive. And he doesn''t be a hero, he does what''s best for the win. If he had focused less on defending, he might have been able to put in a better performance. With a goal or more assists, but from what I saw from the outside, Tanaka''s help in defensive recovery often helped us. Of course, our goalkeeper had a brilliant performance too, so I can''t attribute the win to Lucas alone, but yes, he helped us a lot."


    While Eddie chatted to Marie and Alex at the side of the pitch, the Brighton players were still celebrating their hard-fought victory while the Chelsea team gathered with mixed countenances.


    Lucas Tanaka was in the spotlight, although he clearly wasn''t looking for it. He laughed shyly as his teammates hugged him and patted him on the back.


    It was against this backdrop that Mason Mount approached. He walked across the pitch, his boots clicking lightly on the damp grass as he watched young Lucas, now a little way off, sipping water and trying to catch his breath.


    Mount gave a slight smile and called out: S§×ar?h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Tanaka, isn''t it? Lucas Tanaka?"


    The young man turned, looking surprised to see the Chelsea player wanting to talk to him. His eyes widened slightly, but he tried to keep his composure.


    "Yes, it''s me. Nice to meet you, Mount," replied Lucas, shaking Mason''s hand, who laughed softly.


    "I should say it''s my pleasure. Man, what was that move at the end? Spinning on me, advancing and still having the composure to make the perfect pass... that was ace."


    Lucas scratched the back of his head, not knowing exactly how to react to such praise. "Thanks. But it was more luck than anything else."


    Mount shook his head, disagreeing. "No, it wasn''t luck. It was vision, technique, and courage. It''s not just anyone who has the coolness to bring down a marker with a body dribble. I confess I was curious... how did you develop this calmness in moments of pressure?"


    Lucas thought for a moment, still a little uncomfortable with the attention of a top player.


    "I think it comes a lot from the confidence that Eddie, our coach, always tells us about. He says that when we''re in control of the ball, the game is ours. The pressure is only there if you let it get into your head. I try to remember that when things get tense." Stay updated via empire


    Mount nodded, impressed. "It''s a strong mentality. How old are you again?"


    "Sixteen," replied Lucas.


    Mount laughed. "And I''m seventeen, and you humiliated me there..."


    "Don''t worry, don''t take it personally." Lucas said and gave Mount a weak punch on the shoulder, who laughed and nodded.

 Chapter 119 118 - Oscillation

    The day after the match, when Lucas arrived at the Training Center with Raphael and was heading for the changing room, Alex, the assistant, stopped them both."Lucas, can you come with me for a minute?" Alex asked with a serious expression that was unlike him.


    Immediately, Lucas knew there was something unusual going on. However, he did his best not to give Raphael that impression.


    Immediately, Lucas knew there was something unusual going on. However, he did his best not to give Raphael that impression.


    "You already want to discuss those tactical ideas of mine, right? Fine." He said, knowing that Raphael didn''t like the team''s tactical discussions one bit. "Rapha, go ahead. I''ll be there in a second."


    "No problem. We''ll talk later." Raphael headed for the changing room.


    Lucas then followed Alex through the corridors of the main building at Brighton''s training center. As he was only a youth player, he hadn''t been around the building much and therefore didn''t know where he was going, but when they passed the door with the sign "Management", he knew the conversation was serious. Enjoy exclusive content from empire


    Sure, he had already noticed Alex''s seriousness, but he thought it might be a problem with the team and didn''t know it was that serious.


    It wasn''t long before Alex stopped in front of a door, turned to Lucas and said:


    "Be very careful what you say in here. It''s about your future."


    Not having much to say because the words had slipped his mind, he just nodded in agreement.


    Alex smiled at the corner of his mouth when he saw Lucas'' obedient response. He opened the door and let him through.


    When Lucas stepped forward, he saw a large, well-lit room with a high ceiling and a polished wooden floor. The walls were adorned with tasteful artwork, giving the room an elegant ambiance. In the center of the room, a massive meeting table dominated the space.


    At the end of the table, a familiar face occupied the seat. He wore a baseball cap, had slightly tanned skin, a sneer on his face and also a broad smile when he saw Lucas. It was Coach Jimenez from Team A.


    In the chair next to Jimenez was Eddie with his white moustache and a less than joyful expression.


    "Good afternoon, Lucas. Come closer, we have a lot to talk about," said Eddie, pulling up a chair next to him.


    "Good afternoon, gentlemen. What''s the purpose of this meeting? Is it to talk about the championships we''re going to play in? They should be here, or at least Felix because he''s the captain, right?"


    "Calm down, Lucas. It''s all right. Come on, sit down." Eddie looked more impatient.


    Lucas swallowed and sat down in the chair next to him. He looked at Coach Jimenez, who had been staring at him since he entered the room.


    Alex hadn''t entered the room with him, so it was just the three of them there. Three adults in theory.


    "It''s a pleasure to see you again, Lucas Tanaka. It''s been a few days," said Jimenez and extended his right hand forward.


    "Yes, sir. I think it''s been almost a month, actually," replied Lucas, returning the greeting.


    He wasn''t thrilled with Coach Jimenez. Lucas knew Jimenez had approved his move to Brighton and that he owed him much more than Coach Eddie. Jimenez didn''t believe Lucas was good enough to play on A-Team, unlike William which would have saved him a lot of time adapting.


    "Ah-haha! Has it really been that long? Time flies when you''re busy." Jimenez put both hands together and said. "Anyway, are you enjoying your time here in England? I know it takes a while to get used to the ever-so-dull weather and the awful food, but one day it happens. No offense, Eddie."


    Eddie laughed quickly, without finding it hilarious. S§×ar?h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "It''s been better than I expected. My teammates are good, training is as intense as it should be, and I can see that everyone around me has the desire to improve and isn''t too selfish. That''s good. Not to mention that Mr. Eddie has arranged friendlies with good teams for us."


    "Yes, I heard about that. You played Liverpool and Chelsea, right? Friendlies with big teams don''t happen every year. Did you feel good during those games? Do you think you did well?"


    Lucas felt like frowning, because he couldn''t work out whether Jimenez was asking these questions because he cared about him or if he was still looking for a way to say something. Luckily, Eddie helped him out.


    "Come on, Jimenez, just ask the kid the question straight away," said Eddie as he scratched his moustache with one of his fingers. He looked anxious.


    "Question? What question?"


    Jimenez pursed his lips, interlaced his fingers, sighed and said:


    "Lucas Tanaka, I want you to migrate immediately to Brighton''s A-Team."


    Lucas''s heart leapt when he heard that. However, for some reason, he wasn''t as happy as he would have been if he had heard the same thing in the first week of training.


    Jimenez stood up from his chair. "I analyzed the videos that assistant Alex made of your training sessions against Chelsea and Liverpool. I''ve also watched a few training sessions and seen how hard you''ve worked and how much you''ve improved every day. If before your decision-making seemed wrong, inexperienced, that has changed in an instant." He snapped the fingers of his left hand. "It''s clear that you still have a lot to develop, but I believe you belong in the A-Team with the best boys from our base and not in the B Team. Eddie thinks so, too. Tell him, Eddie."


    "Ah, yes," Eddie said, and he swallowed some saliva. "Kid, you were the major factor that led us to play so well against two wonderful teams. We lost against Liverpool, but it was still a spectacular game. And if anyone doubted it, we beat Chelsea''s first team yesterday and showed that we can compete at a high level. Tanaka, you''ve been the driving force behind our team, both psychologically and athletically. It''s incredible what you do at your age."


    Lucas raised his eyebrows as he listened to Eddie say all this. Eddie had never given him praise outside the game, neither in training, nor in tactical talks, nor in anything. Lucas even had the impression that Eddie didn''t like him.


    Was Eddie''s expression of seriousness because Lucas could go to the A-Team? How unexpected...


    "See? Even Eddie agrees." Jimenez walked around the table and over to a blackboard, where he did some scribbling. "Look, we''ve got sixteen players on the A-Team, but I think you could get the start next year if our midfielder or one point moves up to the pros or runs out of contract. From there, I can see you moving up to the pros at the end of your second year or maybe in the middle of your third year. You won''t even be of age when that happens. Isn''t that amazing?"


    Not long before that, Lucas didn''t even know if he would ever make it as a professional footballer. It was a big uncertainty back then, because he was a time traveler who only knew the consequences of not following his dream, not knowing exactly how to do it. Now, there he was, already discussing when he would become a professional. It seemed crazy...


    Still, he wasn''t happy, and that didn''t go unnoticed after he fell silent. His usually bright eyes became dull, and a heavy silence filled the air.


    They could sense that something was deeply troubling him, and their curiosity piqued as they wondered what could have caused such a drastic shift in his mood.


    "What is it, Lucas? You didn''t like my idea?" Jimenez asked.


    "It''s not that..."


    Lucas didn''t even know why he wasn''t happy, but something told him that this wasn''t the way to go. Was it how long it would take? Another two years? Well, that didn''t seem like much to someone who had lived so many years in mediocrity in an office with an abusive boss.


    As he thought of thousands of possible and impossible reasons to explain that bittersweet feeling, many things crossed his mind. But he knew one thing. He wasn''t experiencing the syndrome of craving to have and the boredom of owning something, such as when you buy something you really want, and it isn''t everything you expected. It wasn''t like that. He loved soccer, and he loved playing soccer even more.


    Luckily for him, Lucas had something supernatural that helped him find answers sometimes.


    [The mission "Thanks, but no." was granted.]


    [Main Mission: Thanks, but no.


    Description: You don''t like the idea of playing for A-Team after being rejected, especially when you''re so well integrated into your current team, and you think your teammates are playing well.


    Goal: Reject Jimenez''s request and make a counter-proposal.


    Rewards: +1 Epic Loot Box].


    The proposed reward was nothing compared to the clarity that description gave his mind.


    "So, Lucas, what''s your answer?" Jimenez asked, now on the other side of the table, as he looked at him with an anxious expression too.


    Lucas looked him in the eye and said:


    "Thanks, but no."

 Chapter 120 119 - Career

    "Thanks, but no," said Lucas with his head held high as he looked at Jimenez.Stay connected through empire


    Jimenez''s dark brown eyes, slightly shaded by his blue baseball cap, went wide, as Lucas had never seen a pair of eyes go wide before.


    "W-what did you say?" Jimenez asked after a few seconds in silence.


    Lucas didn''t back down. "I don''t want to go to A-Team."


    At that moment, Coach Eddie abruptly turned Lucas'' chair, who was sitting next to him. Eddie looked at him seriously and said:


    "Lucas, what are you doing? This isn''t a time for jokes. It''s your future we''re talking about." Eddie was worried, and it was the first time he had shown anything like this.


    Lucas looked reassuringly at him with his eyes. "I know, Eddie."


    When Lucas turned to look at Jimenez again, his chin was still down, his mouth ajar and his brow furrowed. Then Jimenez raised his eyebrows and shook his head a little, as if he still didn''t understand.


    "What is it, Lucas? Why don''t you want to go into A-Team?" Jimenez asked, placing both hands on the table. "Look, if it''s something that I or someone on our team has said and it''s upset you, please tell us. Oh, don''t tell me it''s because we didn''t select you for the first team from the start. If that''s the case, I want you to understand that it was purely a professional decision aimed at your-"


    "No, not that. In fact, nobody bothered me. Everyone here at the club has always treated me very well." Raising his right hand, Lucas interrupted him.


    "So, what made you take that decision?"


    "Actually, if you''ll allow me, I haven''t decided yet."


    Eddie blinked twice, confused. "What do you mean? You just said no."


    "Yes, but... sort of. I''m going to get straight to the point with you here: I want to stay with the team that''s best for my career. Before you say it, you don''t have to tell me. I know that, theoretically, Team-A is the best at the moment because they compete at a high level, they have talent from all over Europe, they''re the best technically speaking and also psychologically."


    "However, I believe that we in Team-B are also an excellent team. We have few tactical options, and Coach Eddie is well aware of that. Still, we performed well against Liverpool and even beat Chelsea''s first team, which is one of the best U20 teams we have this year."


    "Anyway, what I''m trying to say is that we have two good teams at Brighton. In one I''m integrated. I''m a starter and we play well. In the other, I''m not going to start, not at first, I don''t know anyone and we''re starting the season next week. We''ll also be playing in the qualifiers for the same tournaments, as far as I know. So what do you think is best for me?"


    Lucas'' arguments seemed to have some effect on them, and they fell silent. When Eddie started to speak, he was a little hesitant, but he still said what was really on his mind.


    "If I were you, kid, I''d choose Team-B. Players like you want to play in the important games, so you don''t want to have a better chance of winning if you''re on the bench." Eddie said, being very measured.


    Jimenez laughed briefly. "Lucas, I have to say. That''s surprising. When I first saw you in training, I thought you''d be a typical shy kid, who plays whatever position they ask you to play and does what''s best for the team. You know, that''s the type of Japanese player. Yet here you are, going beyond what I expected."


    Lucas scratched the back of his head, a little awkwardly. "Sorry, sir, but that''s what I think." "However, Eddie, you still haven''t told the boys on your team, have you?" Jimenez looked at Eddie, who looked away. "You haven''t told them that you won''t be taking part in the FA Youth Cup qualifiers, nor the Youth League and, of course, let alone the Youth Premier League."


    "What? What do you mean?" asked Lucas, surprised.


    "Because of the conflict of interest, it''s not possible to register two different teams from the same team in the same competition. Although in the past teams didn''t do this because of the money needed to move two teams, money is no longer an issue for most Premier League teams these days. Therefore, at the time of formal registration, only one team of up to 25 players can be entered the competitions," announced Jimenez.


    Lucas looked at Eddie for confirmation, and he nodded. "I intended to tell them tomorrow, when I also told them about your move to the A-Team," said Eddie with a low look.


    "You should have told us that from the start, really. What will we play then?"


    "Smaller leagues and with non-professional teams. As you develop, we''ll integrate you into Team-A in the Youth Premier League."


    "But if only 25 players can be registered, and you already have 16 in the A-Team... That means that another three from our team would have to be left out of the initial registration." Lucas got up from the table abruptly. "Who did you intend to leave out?"


    "Anton, because there are already two goalkeepers in Team-A, then Hillebrand and Daniel."


    "That''s...!"


    "Lucas, please sit down and calm down," said Jimenez, and Lucas obeyed.


    Eddie''s lack of consideration outraged Lucas for the players. Signing players, giving them hope, only to leave them on the sidelines.


    Seconds of awkward silence perpetuated in that meeting room until he himself broke the silence. "So, how are we going to resolve this situation?" he asked, looking at Jimenez.


    "Resolve it? There''s nothing to resolve. I mean, unless you all won the A-Team and proved yourselves superior, we could swap places. You know, it would be like turning the tables." Jimenez laughed, as if what he had said was funny and impossible.


    At that moment, Lucas understood what the objective of the mission he had got meant by ''make a counter-proposal''.


    "And why not?" he asked seriously.


    The amused smile on Jimenez''s face vanished. "You don''t think I was serious, do you?"


    "Why? Are you afraid that our team, which was formed a few months ago, will beat the team you coach, sir? Let''s go. We''re Team-A and Team-B and we haven''t played against each other yet. Put us on the pitch, give us a ball, a referee, two goals, and then we can see which team is better." Lucas spoke calmly, more cold than he had ever been in marketing meetings at his old job.


    Jimenez looked at Lucas with lowered eyebrows, a frown, and a tense expression. Finally, he sighed, easing some of the tension in the room as well. sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Lucas, you faithfully believe that your team can beat Team-A, right? I like that, I like that confidence in a player. But confidence is a trap sometimes. You played against two good opponents, but you had problems with both games. Do you really think my players wouldn''t know how to exploit those dangers?"


    "Some of them could go up to the pros this year. It just depends on the first-team coach watching more games, and I''m sure some of them will. So, what do you say?" continued Jimenez.


    Lucas crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.


    "One game. 90 minutes. If Team-B wins, we win Team-A''s place in the competitions they''ll be playing in this year. If we don''t, I''ll go to Team-A without complaining, without blinking an eye, and I''ll do whatever punishment you want. Do the laundry for six months, I''ll do it. Tidying up the cones after training for a year, too. Whatever you ask."


    "You''re smart, kid. This is a win-win situation for you. On both occasions, you play on the best team. However, I take that back. You''re exactly the person I expected. A kind kid who''s willing to take a lot of punishment to bring his current teammates up to the next level." Jimenez said with a smile at the corner of his mouth. And turned to look at Eddie. "What do you say, partner? You want to try that?"


    "I don''t know if it''s a good idea... If they lost, they''d be so sad about it and the other news that it could shake up this whole year for them, maybe even their entire career," Eddie replied.


    "But if we win, Coach, it will be the greatest joy of their lives up to that point. Both for the rookies and for those who used to belong to the A-Team."


    "If I may say so, I''m excited about the idea," said Jimenez. "I don''t think my players would be too excited, but they''re also very self-centered at times for such young players. If they lose, it will be a great life lesson for them, and Brighton won''t be losing anything. We''ll have a competitive team anyway, and that''s the most important thing."


    "All right, I''m convinced."

 Chapter 121 120 - Important Announcement

    Before training the next day, on a Wednesday afternoon, Coach Eddie came into the changing room.Everyone looked at him. Normally he would stand under some shade near the pitch, just giving them orders during training.


    Seeing him in the locker room was a rare sight.


    "Sir, did something happen?" asked Anton as he finished putting on his uniform shirt.


    Eddie looked at all the players who were sitting on the bench and standing up. "Is everyone here?"


    The boys looked around and nodded at the same time.


    "So, I have to give you some news. This weekend, you have a very important match. It''s against Team-A. As they train on the pitch in the morning and you in the afternoon, the match will be on Saturday morning." Eddie announced.


    The dressing room was silent for a few moments after Eddie''s announcement. It was as if his words had taken an extra second to take root in the players'' minds. The news was too big to absorb immediately. The A-Team. It wasn''t just any opponent; it was the opponent everyone wanted. The team that symbolized everything they wanted to prove.


    "Is that it? We''re going to play them?" Loki was the first to break the silence, his voice laden with an almost childish enthusiasm. He stood up so quickly that the towel he was holding slipped to the floor.


    "Looks like they''re finally going to take us seriously," commented Denis, who crossed his arms and tilted his head, his gaze filled with a confidence that seemed to glow like a flame.


    "That''s it, lads!" Arthur punched the air, as if he could already taste victory. He had been switched from Team-A to Team-B. At that moment, he seemed more motivated than ever.


    Miguel, normally only focused on the music in his headphones, let out a subtle smile as he adjusted his socks. For him, this game was more than an opportunity. It was redemption.


    Eddie raised a hand, asking for silence, and everyone instantly turned their attention to him. His gaze was serious, almost stern, as if he was about to throw a bucket of cold water on the collective euphoria.


    "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said in a hoarse voice. "I haven''t finished yet."


    The players exchanged glances. Eddie''s tone clarified that there was something more, something that could change everything.


    "I''ve got something I haven''t told you yet," said Eddie.


    "What is it, sir?" someone asked.


    He swallowed. "This game will decide who gets the main championships. We can''t use two different teams in the same tournament because of a conflict of interest. So whoever wins will be the team that plays in the senior leagues. While the team that loses will only have to play in secondary competitions."


    Each of the eleven boys was paralyzed, as if Eddie''s words had turned the air into something heavy and almost impossible to breathe.


    It was as if lightning had struck the ground between them, cracking the ground beneath their feet.


    The initial excitement evaporated, giving way to exchanging glances full of uncertainty, worry. Playing against the A-Team was an opportunity, but worth the whole season? It was frightening.


    Aidan was the first to move, leaning against the locker with a deep sigh. He ran a hand through his dark, sweat-soaked hair.


    "So... that''s it," he said, as if trying to convince himself. "A game... that decides the future for all of us."


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    Arthur, who had been standing since the initial announcement, stepped forward. "They think we''re inferior. Since I came to Time-B, they''ve never looked at me as if I had a chance. This is a test. A test to see if we can survive... or if we''ll just accept what they think about us. We will win."


    Loki, sitting on a bench next to Denis, crossed his arms and leaned forward. His cheerful smile had disappeared, replaced by a serious expression.


    "They''re not testing us, Arthur," he whispered. "They''re discarding us. If Team-A wins, which everyone expects, we''ll be left behind. That''s what they want."


    Luiz Fernando, with his arms crossed and his countenance closed, shook his head slowly.


    "But what if we win? If we win, there''s no way they''ll ignore us. There''s no way they''ll call us ''the other team''. We''ll be the first team."


    All eyes turned to Eddie again. He remained where he was, his posture rigid, but his eyes showed a slight sadness that only someone very attentive would notice. He took a deep breath before speaking.


    "Yes. If you win, everything changes," he said. "You''ll go to the top. You''ll get the recognition you deserve. But it won''t be easy."


    "Easy?" Daniel let out a short, incredulous laugh. He was sitting in the corner, nervously fiddling with the straps of his boots. "They have the best players. Everyone knows that. How are we going to compete with them?"


    "Are you saying you''ve already lost?" Raphael retorted immediately, leaning forward with his fists clenched. "If we go out onto the pitch thinking like that, we don''t even need to play."


    "Enough." The voice of Alex, the assistant coach, cut through the room like a blade.


    He, who had been leaning against the wall until then, stepped forward.


    "You haven''t even been on the pitch yet and you''re already dividing yourselves. This isn''t about them. It''s about you. About what you can do together."


    Eddie nodded at Alex, approving of the intervention, and then spoke again.


    "I know you''re scared. It''s only natural. But I want you to remember one thing: you''re a team. You may not be the A-Team, but you are a team. And on Saturday, the only thing that matters is how you play together. If you go out on the pitch scared, they''ll crush you. But if you play the way I know you can..."


    He didn''t finish the sentence. He didn''t need to.


    Felix, who until then had been silent, got up from the bench and started walking around the changing room, his footsteps echoing in the cramped space.


    "So that''s it. They think we''re weak. That we don''t stand a chance. But you know what, maybe that''s our advantage."


    Everyone looked at him, confused.


    "What do you mean?" asked Miguel.


    "I mean that they''re not expecting us to really fight," replied Felix, stopping in the middle of the changing room. "They''re going to go out onto the pitch thinking they''ve already won. And that''s when we catch them."


    "That''s a lot of theory, Denis." Daniel retorted. "They''re even better."


    "So we do something different," said Hillebrand, speaking up for the first time. "We play our game. We don''t be them. We try to be... us."


    Eddie gave a small smile, imperceptible to most. "Exactly," he said. "That''s what I want to see on the pitch. Don''t worry about imitating them. Be the team you''ve been training to be. Be the team that nobody expects to win... and surprise everyone."


    The dressing room fell silent again, but this time it was a distinct silence. It wasn''t one of fear or uncertainty, but of reflection. Of preparation.


    Seeing this, Lucas smiled. He had deliberately decided not to say anything. S§×ar?h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "So, what''s the plan, boss?" Anton asked. "Because it looks like we''ve got a long job ahead of us."


    Eddie smiled, finally relaxing a little. "The plan, Anton, starts now. Counting today, we have two days of training before the game. We''re going to work as hard as ever. But first, I need you all to do something."


    "And what''s that?" Arthur asked, raising an eyebrow.


    "I want you to believe," Eddie replied. "Not in me. Not in the opposing team. Believe in yourselves and the surrounding others. Because on Saturday, that''s going to be more important than any tactical scheme."


    The players nodded slowly. It was a bigger challenge than any of them had expected, but at the same time, an opportunity they couldn''t afford to miss.


    "So, let''s get to work," said Eddie finally, turning to leave the dressing room. "Because in two days'' time, you''re going to show what you''re made of."


    Over the next two days, Miguel, Arthur, Loki and Denis helped all the boys during training, guiding them and informing them about what they would have to do to deal with certain A-Team players.


    As they used to belong to the A-Team, they had a lot of information about their teammates. Meanwhile, the A-Team didn''t have any information about them or how they played, and that was fine.


    To avoid any kind of favoritism, the coaching staff were forbidden from helping their players for this friendly. They couldn''t conduct specific training sessions to deal with the players, or advise on how they should play or set them up tactically. It was entirely up to the players.


    So the two days of training flew by and before everyone knew it, match day arrived.


    Lucas woke up earlier than he usually did on Saturdays. Five-thirty in the morning. He needed to do his daily exercise mission.

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    "Come on, Lucas," he muttered to himself as he pushed the covers aside.He put his feet on the cold floor and shivered. He put on a crumpled gray T-shirt that he had left on a nearby chair and went straight to the bathroom. The mirror reflected his serious expression, his eyes still a little puffy from sleep.


    He washed his face with cold water, and the shock made him take a deep breath. He looked at himself in the mirror, as if analyzing his reflection.


    "Today is not just another day," he whispered. "Today is the day that will allow me to take a long leap on my journey, regardless of the outcome."


    After brushing his teeth and fixing his hair anyway, Lucas put on his training kit and put on his sneakers. He already knew what he needed to do before anything else: his morning exercise routine.


    The door to his small room closed softly behind him, and Lucas was greeted by the chilly morning air.


    The campus was still waking up, with few people on the trails and shy sunlight beginning to paint the sky orange.


    He adjusted his headphones, choosing a playlist of instrumental music that always helped him concentrate. The soft beats started, and he ran.


    Each step on the asphalt seemed to resonate more strongly than usual. Lucas wasn''t just running; he was mentally rehearsing.


    Every corner he turned, he visualized a move. He remembered what Miguel and Denis had explained about the A-Team''s weaknesses.


    "Speed on the wings," he whispered to himself. "They''re strong in the middle, but they get disorganized on the sides."


    After 40 minutes of running and a few sets of push-ups and sit-ups in the nearby park, Lucas returned home. Sweat was running down his face, but his body felt lighter and his mind more focused.


    He prepared some bread with peanut butter to eat and some milk. He couldn''t eat anything too heavy before the game, and he wasn''t even in the mood for the cafeteria food.


    Around half past seven, Lucas arrived at Brighton''s ground. The morning mist was still hanging over the pitch. He was one of the first to arrive, as he almost always was. He liked to have a moment alone before the confusion began.


    The changing room was still empty, and the sound of his footsteps echoed off the walls. He sat down in his usual place and straightened his boots. As he did so, he heard voices approaching from the corridor.


    The door opened, and Arthur was the first to enter. He looked just as determined as he had at the meeting two days earlier.


    "You''re early, Lucas," she commented, taking a seat next to him.


    "I wanted to concentrate a bit before everyone else arrived," Lucas replied.


    Arthur nodded, taking his boots out of his bag. "Today''s the day, man. We can''t go wrong." Find adventures at empire


    Soon, the changing room filled up. Aidan, Denis, Loki and Miguel arrived at almost the same time, followed by the other players.


    The sound of nervous laughter and low conversations filled the room as everyone got ready.


    Eddie entered a few minutes later, accompanied by Alex. When everyone was ready, Eddie stepped forward.


    "You know what''s at stake today," he began, looking at each player. "But I want you to put that aside now. Don''t think about what might happen if you win or lose. I want you to think about what you need to do to win. One step at a time."


    Alex then took the floor. "Remember what you''ve trained for. Trust each other. No matter who''s on the other side of the pitch, today you''re going to show who you are."


    With those words, they left the small, changing room. When they finally stepped onto the pitch, the sun was already a little higher, and the A-Team was on the other side, warming up. They looked confident, almost relaxed.


    Lucas took a deep breath as he stepped onto the pitch, feeling the texture of the training ground under his boots.


    The A-Team, on the other side, was gathered in small groups, carrying out coordinated warm-ups.


    Lucas stared at the A-Team players, trying to identify the individuals.


    Miguel, Arthur and Denis had talked about them at length during training, and now, face to face, the descriptions took shape.


    On the defensive line, Lucas recognized Parker, the central defender, a tall, stocky guy with crossed arms and a serious countenance. Miguel had called him "the wall", not just because of his physical strength, but because he was rarely outmatched in man to man.


    Next to Parker was Kevin, shorter but agile, famous for precise interceptions and for never losing his composure.


    In midfield, Lucas spotted Javier, with curly hair and a relaxed smile, as he kicked balls high into the air. He was a strategist, the brains of the A-Team, according to Denis. His precise passes could break down any defensive line.


    Simon warmed up with quick, exaggerated moves alongside Javier. They matched his reputation for being unpredictable, both with the ball and in his moods.


    And in the front line, of course, was Ethan, the right-wing striker. With his uniform already perfectly adjusted, he kicked balls with frightening force towards the reserve goalkeeper.


    Ethan was the kind of player who intimidated just by his presence. Denis had described him as "a predator", someone who smelled opportunities and turned them into goals. sea??h th§× N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas looked away for a moment, trying to ignore the twinge of anxiety in his stomach.


    He warmed up with his teammates. But, as he stretched and passed the ball to Raphael, his colleagues'' conversations came to mind.


    "Parker is strong, but slow in quick turns. If we can lure him out of position, he leaves holes in the defensive line." Miguel had said.


    "Simon and Javier are monsters in midfield, but they rely on each other too much. If we cut the connection between them, the dynamic of the A-Team falls apart." Denis added.


    "And Ethan... Well, the only way to stop Ethan is not to let the ball get to him." Miguel concluded, almost resignedly.


    Now, looking at them, Lucas knew those tips weren''t just words thrown to the wind. They were crucial instructions, tools he needed to use.


    "Lucas." Arthur''s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Hey, man, everything okay?"


    Lucas shook his head, as if waking up from a reverie.


    "I''m fine, just... thinking about what we need to do."


    Arthur smiled, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Relax. We''ve trained for this. You''re ready."


    Eddie''s whistle called everyone to the edge of the pitch.


    "Guys, that''s it. We know that Team-A is good, but they''re not invincible. If we stick to the plan and play together, we''ll show what we''re made of."


    Alex, standing next to him, nodded and added:


    "Confidence is important, but don''t forget: play smart. Focus on the spaces, the quick moves down the flanks. And remember, it''s only one game... until the referee blows the whistle. After that, it''s war."


    The players laughed, and Lucas felt the weight of the tension ease slightly.


    The referee called the captains to the center of the pitch. Felix represented Team-B, while Parker, with his imposing stance, was there for Team-A. The sky was now clear; the sun was warming the pitch, but the coldness in the eyes of the players from both teams remained intact.


    Lucas took his position in midfield, feeling the light wind hit his face.


    Team-B would play first. He noticed that Ethan, in the distance, was looking directly at him, as if he already knew that Lucas would be an important part of the match.


    The whistle blew, and the game began.


    The ball was rolled back, and the B-Team quickly tried to keep possession. Denis, positioned as a midfielder, shielded the ball with his body before laying it off to Raphael, who was open on the left.


    Lucas ran. He knew his job was to exploit the flanks with passes, but to do so, he would need to get past Kevin, who was already positioned to block any attempt.


    Miguel raised his head and made a throw towards Lucas. The ball seemed slow in the air, but the impact with Lucas'' foot was firm. He took it with one touch, but before he could advance, Kevin was already on him.


    "Let''s see what you''ve got!" the defender teased.


    Lucas didn''t respond. He twisted, trying to escape, but Kevin was quick enough to intercept, sending the ball wide. Lucas frowned, annoyed with himself.


    "Thanks! It''s only the beginning!" shouted Arthur from afar, trying to encourage him.


    The next move was the opportunity Lucas needed. Denis won the ball back in midfield and immediately laid it off to Lucas on the right wing. This time, he didn''t wait for Kevin to get close. With a precise touch, he played the ball forward and sped up.


    Kevin tried to keep up, but Lucas was faster.


    The sight of Parker coming towards him was intimidating, but Lucas knew what to do. With a dry cut, he took the ball into the center and found Arthur entering the area. The pass was millimetric, and Arthur finished with his head, but the goalkeeper went to collect the ball in the bottom left corner.


    "Nice one, Mark!" Kevin shouted to their goalkeeper.

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    The ball got rolling again after Arthur''s near-goal, and Lucas ran to regain his position in midfield.Team-B pressed high, forcing mistakes from Team-A, but it was too early for any celebrations.


    Ethan, the opposing team''s number nine, in the middle of the field, looked on impatiently. He gestured to Javier.


    "Get a move on! They will not stand around and wait for you to think!"


    Lucas watched the interaction as he ran to mark a player who had received the ball.


    The play in question was Parker, and he attempted a pass to Simon on the right wing, but Raphael expected the move and cut him off.


    The ball fell to Denis, who twisted the ball to Miguel.


    Lucas was already racing down the center, and Miguel noticed. With a deft touch, he launched the ball deep.


    "Go, Lucas! It''s yours!" shouted Miguel, pointing to the space between Kevin and Parker.


    Lucas sped up, feeling the icy wind hit his face. He controlled the ball with the outside of his foot, but Kevin arrived quickly, trying to press him against the sideline.


    "Are you going to try to pass me again, kid?" teased Kevin, leaning in to steal the ball.


    Lucas didn''t answer. He fixed his eyes on the ball, took two short touches forward and suddenly pulled back, leaving Kevin off balance. He used <Mirage Feint> for this, of course.


    Seizing the moment, Lucas cut inside and advanced towards the area.


    Parker came to cover, but Lucas confidently passed to Arthur, who was waiting on the edge of the box. Arthur dominated and shot hard, but the ball went just over the crossbar.


    "Thanks, Arthur! Good try!" shouted Alex from the sidelines, trying to keep his spirits up.


    At the other end, Javier pushed the opposing team forward. He gestured with his hands, asking his teammates to move. He was their brain.


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    Lucas noticed Ethan was isolated in the middle of the B-Team defenders, frustrated by the lack of support.


    "Come on, let''s mark those passes!" shouted Felix, commanding Team-B''s defensive line. S§×arch* The N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Javier found Simon with a quick pass, and the right-back advanced quickly.


    Loki tried to intercept, but Simon was too quick. He got to the by-line and crossed with force. The ball crossed the box, but not A-Team player could reach it.


    Lucas took advantage of the counter-attack. When Daniel got the ball back, Lucas was already shooting again. He received the pass at speed and, with a precise touch, took Willian out of the play. Now it was just him and Kevin again.


    "You''re not going to pass this time, kid!" shouted Kevin, trying to intimidate him.


    "That again?" Lucas asked.


    Lucas pretended to cut inside, but quickly changed direction, taking the ball to the end line. Kevin slipped again, drawing discreet laughter from his teammates. Lucas crossed low to Arthur, who was well positioned in the penalty area.


    "Arthur, score!" shouted Lucas, his heart racing.


    Arthur shot the first time, but Mark made a spectacular save to keep the ball out.


    Mark fell to the ground after the save, his hands still firmly on the ball, as if he was keeping a secret that couldn''t be revealed.


    The muffled sound of applause came from the side of the pitch where the A-Team substitutes were cheering.


    Lucas raised his hands to Arthur, who was standing still, hands on his waist, taking a deep breath.


    "It''s okay, Arthur. The next one''s in!" encouraged Lucas, approaching him. His friend shook his head, but his eyes showed frustration. It was the third time he had come close, but to no avail.


    "Yeah, if Mark hadn''t been born with eight arms," muttered Arthur, kicking the air lightly in annoyance.


    On the other side, Javier reorganized his team with quick gestures and sharp glances. Lucas noticed the movement as he returned to midfield. The A-Team''s number ten was dangerous, though like a few others, and rarely hesitated.


    "Guys, get closer! Double mark Ethan if he gets it!" shouted Lucas to Daniel and Luiz, who were protecting the area.


    As Javier ran with the ball through the center, Arthur''s mind wandered for a moment to another match, months ago.


    It was a pre-season friendly against a small, local team.


    Denis commanded the midfield like a maestro. His precise passes opened defenses like rusty gates.


    Loki, with his speed and tireless energy, was a constant threat on the flanks. And Miguel... Miguel was the rhythmic one, the player who could see spaces where no one else could.


    "Arthur, position!" shouted Miguel, pointing to the space between the opposing defenders.


    Arthur obeyed without hesitation, and within seconds, the ball was at his feet. He dribbled past the goalkeeper and finished calmly, sending his teammates into raptures.


    "That''s the spirit!" said Denis, tapping Arthur on the shoulder as they made their way back to midfield.


    But over time, things changed.


    Coach Jimenez started experimenting with different formations, and the team''s chemistry was lost. Arthur, Denis, Loki and Miguel ended up in the B-Team, while new players like Ethan and Willian took center stage in the A-Team.


    Returning his mind to the present, Arthur clenched his fists and that brought his attention back to the game. He saw Javier cut in from the right, escaping Felix''s marking.


    "Watch out for their attack!" shouted Lucas.


    Javier made a deep pass to a player who was already speeding up down the wing.


    Loki ran to intercept, but Simon crossed before he got there. The ball came in high, spinning in the air like a promise, but Daniel, alert, rose higher than Ethan and cleared the danger.


    The relief was momentary. The ball fell to Willian, who controlled it skillfully and advanced down the left.


    Denis rushed to put pressure on him, but Willian was agile and escaped with a short dribble.


    "Go, Ethan!" shouted Willian, crossing low.


    Ethan positioned himself between Daniel and Luiz Fernando, using his body to protect the ball. He pivoted and shot, but Anton grabbed the ball with both hands.


    "Come on, guys, we''re letting them play!" shouted Aidan from the side of the pitch.


    Arthur looked at Lucas and Denis, who were exchanging quick glances, trying to reorganize the marking near midfield. He knew he needed to do more, but the memories kept haunting him.


    After that pre-season friendly, there was a meeting in the dressing room.


    Jimenez was serious, his hands folded behind his back as he looked at each player.


    "You have talent, but talent isn''t enough. I need players who understand the collective, who sacrifice for the team."


    Arthur remembered how Denis had tried to argue.


    "But we''re already working well, coach. Why change now?"


    Jimenez shook his head. "That''s exactly why. Comfort is the enemy of progress. You''ll be divided into two groups. And I want to see who can adapt the fastest."


    Arthur would never forget the feeling of being separated from Loki and Miguel. B-Team seemed like a punishment at first, but now he saw it was more than that. It was an opportunity.


    The ball came back to Miguel, who was standing back but paying attention. He raised his head and saw Lucas running through the middle. With a millimeter pass, he launched the ball deep.


    Lucas got the ball on the end of his foot and advanced, but a player was in front of him again. He smiled in the corner, undeterred. Lucas faked a cut inside, but kept the ball on the sideline, deceiving his marker. With a cross over the top, he found Arthur on the edge of the box.


    Arthur took a deep breath. He knew he couldn''t waste this chance. With a precise touch, he latched onto the ball and shot with force.


    The sound of the ball hitting the post echoed around the pitch, followed by a collective groan from the B-Team players.


    "Damn! Why can''t I shoot properly today? What''s wrong with you two?" He looked down at his legs.


    Arthur lowered his head and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to contain the wave of frustration that was rising like a high tide inside him. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, but he couldn''t shake the feeling that all eyes were on him.


    "Relax, Arthur! The goal is coming, can you feel it?" shouted Raphael.


    Arthur looked up at his friend, who was already running back to the score.


    Arthur straightened his socks, and, for a moment, he was back in time. He must have been about eight years old. It was a cold, wet day in Brighton, the day that makes your hands burn when you touch something metallic.


    Arthur held his mother''s hand as they hurried through the city streets. She wore a shabby but elegant coat, her blonde hair tied up in a hasty bun. She had left straight from work.


    "Come on, Arthur. I don''t want us to miss the start of the game!" she said with an anxious smile.


    Arthur was exhausted, his little legs struggling to keep up with her pace. But he didn''t complain. He never complained when the destination was Brighton''s stadium. They couldn''t buy tickets for the big Premier League games, but sometimes there were promotions or charity matches where the stars appeared.


    That day, the star was none other than Alan Shearer, the legendary English striker who had retired but made sporadic appearances in charity matches.


    When they finally arrived at the stadium, Arthur''s heart raced. He had never seen a pitch so bright, so alive.


    The smell of freshly cut grass mixed with popcorn and hot dogs enveloped him like a warm hug.


    His mother pointed to the bleachers. "Let''s sit over there. I think we can get a good view from there."


    Arthur nodded, his eyes shining with excitement.


    When the game started, he was covered. But it wasn''t just the spectacle that fascinated him. It was Shearer. He was controlling the ball as if it extended his own body. And then came the moment that would remain etched in Arthur''s memory forever.


    Shearer received a long pass, took it on his chest, turned and, with an impeccable finish, sent the ball into the corner. The stadium exploded, and Arthur screamed like he had never screamed before.


    He turned to his mother, his eyes wide. "Did you see that? I want to be like him one day!"


    She smiled and ruffled his hair. "You can, Arthur. You just have to believe and work hard."

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    The stands shook with the energy of the fans. The fans clapped, sang and shouted, but Arthur hardly heard them. He was fixated on the pitch. S§×arch* The N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.Watching Alan Shearer control the ball was like magic to him. The way the striker kept his head up, always one step ahead of the opposition defense, was mesmerizing.


    Shearer advanced, the defenders surrounding him, but he seemed to know exactly what to do. With a subtle touch, he pushed the ball away, struggled for speed, and shot with the inside of his foot. The sound of the ball hitting the net was like music. Explore new worlds at empire


    Arthur let out a scream so loud that his throat hurt. "GOOOLL!"


    "That''s Shearer, my boy!" shouted a gentleman next to him, waving a Brighton scarf.


    Arthur looked at his mother. She was smiling, her eyes full of pride at seeing him so excited.


    "I''m going to play like that one day, Mom! And I''m going to be England''s top scorer!" he said, pointing to the pitch.


    She knelt down in front of him, adjusting his scarf to protect him from the cold wind. "I know you will, Arthur. You have the heart and the will. Just don''t forget Mom, okay?"


    He nodded firmly. He never forgot her words, even now, years later.


    Back in the present, Arthur ran towards midfield. The ball was at the feet of Javier, who dribbled masterfully, trying to open up space in the B-Team''s defense.


    Arthur clenched his fists. He knew he had to get back into the game, put his mistakes behind him. But how? With every wrong shot, he felt further away from that boy who believed anything he wanted was possible.


    "Lucas, stick it to him!" shouted Felix, pointing at Javier.


    Lucas ran to mark the No10, but Javier quickly passed to Simon on the wing.


    Arthur positioned himself further back, trying to predict his next move. Suddenly, Arthur saw Loki disarm Simon with a precise tackle.


    The ball fell to Denis, who quickly flicked it on to Miguel. The B-Team''s movement was working again and tend towards the attack.


    Miguel advanced through the middle, his gaze alert. He raised his head, saw Arthur and shouted:


    "Arthur! Get into position! Now!"


    Arthur ran, his head held high, trying to find the right space. He noticed the movement of Kevin and Parker, who were already trying to close the way for him. He felt his heart racing, but he didn''t stop.


    Miguel made the pass at just the right moment, the ball coming in with power and precision.


    Arthur latched onto it with his chest, feeling the impact reverberate through his body.


    Kevin advanced, trying to take him out of the play with a body block. But Arthur remembered Shearer. He remembered the calm, the confidence. He used his arms to protect the ball and saw a gap. With a firm shot, he sent the ball into the bottom corner of the goal.


    Miguel''s shout drowned the sound of the ball hitting the net out:


    "GOOOOOOOL!"


    Arthur raised his arms, a wave of relief and emotion running through him. "That''s it..."


    His teammates rushed to hug him, smiles on their faces.


    "Finally! If you waste any more passes from now on, I''ll charge you more!" said Lucas, slapping him on the back.


    Arthur smiled, breathless but grateful. He looked over to the bench where coach Eddie and Alex were celebrating, and saw something else. In his mind, his mother was there, smiling, just like that night in Brighton.


    "I''ll get there, Mom," he muttered to himself, as he walked back to midfield. ''I''ll become the player I promised, so you can be proud of me while you watch me from up there. I promise...''


    On the other side of the pitch, Ethan watched with his arms crossed. His eyes sparkled with impatience. He wasn''t the player to swallow defeat, least of all in a match that, for him, was as important as a final. His position in the A-Team was something he protected with sharp claws, and the idea of being beaten by the B-Team was an insult.


    Willian approached, and Ethan, noticing the movement, turned to him, his face already flushed with frustration.


    "If you lecture me, you can save your breath," Ethan snapped.


    Willian shook his head negatively. He was always serious, almost expressionless.


    "I didn''t come here for that. I just want to talk about the game."


    "Oh, the game," replied Ethan sarcastically, stepping forward. "You want to talk about how those two B-Team defenders are glued to me? They''re not even that good, Willian. They''re tall, strong, but they don''t have enough skill to stop me. It''s just bad luck that the ball isn''t going where it should."


    Willian didn''t back down, but took a deep breath before replying.


    "Ethan, listen. They may not be Premier League players, but they''re not here by chance. They''re good. Team-B didn''t beat Chelsea by some miracle, and you know it."


    Ethan opened his mouth to retort, but Willian held up his hand, interrupting him. "They''re writing you off because they''ve studied you. They know how you play, they know your movement. And yes, they''re tall, but that''s not a weakness. It''s an advantage they''re using against you."


    "So what do you suggest, genius?" replied Ethan impatiently. "That I do what? Leave the area and cross balls for you?


    Willian tilted his head, his gaze sharp. "Actually, yes. That''s exactly what I''m suggesting. You know we have more chances if we reverse. You open up space, attract the marking, and I come on as a center-forward. They''re not expecting that. They''re good, but everyone makes mistakes when they''re surprised."


    Ethan laughed humorlessly. "And I run around like an idiot to make room for you, is that it? You think you can do my job better than me?"


    "It''s not about who''s better or worse, Ethan," said Willian, his tone firmer now. "It''s about winning. And if you stop thinking about your ego for a second, you''ll realize that this is the best chance we have. I''m not asking you to hand over your position once and for all. I''m asking you to do what''s best for the team."


    Ethan was silent for a few seconds, his eyes searching for something in Willian''s face that he could dispute. But he found nothing but implacable certainty. He knew Willian was right. Willian was some kind of freakishly good Dutch soccer genius. The problem was admitting it.


    "You talk like it''s easy," muttered Ethan, reluctantly. "But I won''t forget it."


    Willian stepped forward, coming face to face with him. "You don''t have to forget it. You just need to do the right thing now. If we lose today, it won''t just be one game. Imagine playing the whole season in just the minor leagues."


    Ethan looked at the field. The B-Team players were returning from celebrating.


    Felix was gesturing to reorganize the defense, and Lucas was talking to Denis about the next move. They didn''t look tired. They looked motivated.


    "That''s good," said Ethan at last. "But if it goes wrong, I''ll make sure I remember whose idea it was."


    Willian nodded without smiling. "It''ll work. Now go to the far right and leave it to me."


    As Ethan walked to his new position, Willian looked at Coach Jimenez on the sidelines.


    The coach was watching everything intently, but didn''t interfere. He knew the players needed to find their own solutions during this match.


    The game restarted, and Team-A showed clear signs of the change in strategy.


    Ethan moved out wide, drawing the attention of Luiz Fernando and Aidan. The number nine, although reluctant, used his speed and technique to attract the marking.


    In the middle, Willian took up the position of center forward. He looked comfortable there, as if he had been born for it.


    The crosses started coming in, one after the other, and the Time-B defense felt the pressure.


    Loki tried to mark Simon, but the winger managed a dangerous cross. The ball came in high, falling into the area. Willian went up, using all his strength and skill to challenge Daniel. He couldn''t finish because he was shorter, but the ball fell to Ethan, who shot for the first time.


    Anton made a spectacular save, but the rebound fell to Javier. The No10 didn''t hesitate and shot for the goal. The ball hit the post, but the A-Team continued to press.


    Lucas shouted to his teammates, trying to reorganize the defence. "Come on, guys! We can''t let them get into the game!"


    Arthur returned to help with the marking to keep the score level, but it was clear that Team-A had found some way to increase their volume of play. The worst part was that no one from Team-B understood what had changed, except for Willian and Ethan''s position. That was a simple change.


    Then came the decisive moment. Javier made a deep pass to Ethan, who shot in from the side. He wasn''t fast; he wasn''t skillful. He was tall and awkward with the ball at his feet, but his strength was unbelievable. From the edge of the box, he tried to shoot at the goal, which surprised the goalkeeper.


    Anton accidentally deflected the ball into the center of the box because he was startled. The ball passed between the defenders and found Willian, who, with a subtle touch, sent it into the back of the net.


    Ethan raised his arms, taking a deep breath. Although reluctant at first, he couldn''t deny that the plan had worked.


    Willian looked at Ethan as Simon, Javier, and the other players hugged him. It was as if he was saying to the number 9:


    "See? This is how it''s done."

 Chapter 125 124 - Whats the first team? (Part 4)

    Willian returned to midfield as if nothing had happened. He didn''t celebrate like the others, who cheered and shouted at the edge of the pitch. Neither a smile nor raised fists appeared on his face. He just walked with the same serenity as someone doing a simple task, like organizing papers on a table or cleaning the sink after breakfast.Daniel and Luiz Fernando, still in the area, looked at each other, confused.


    "Was he there?" asked Daniel, straightening his socks incredulously.


    Luiz Fernando shrugged, his eyes still searching the pitch for an answer. "I didn''t even see him go in. I only saw the ball go in. He might have been, but... it''s as if he wasn''t."


    That was Willian''s trademark: he moved like a shadow, calculating, almost invisible. While most strikers were attentive, like Ethan, who shouted, gesticulated and made noise, Willian simply waited. He knew exactly where the ball would land. And when it did, the finish was as natural as a sigh. There was no drama, no hesitation.


    Anton, in the B-Team goal, looked at the net and punched the ground hard, but not out of anger. It was a kind of resigned frustration. He hadn''t seen Willian either. It was as if the striker had materialized out of nowhere, like a character out of the shadows.


    Lucas ran over to Denis, the two of them trying to reorganize the B-Team.


    "Okay, calm down! Calm down! That wasn''t luck, so we can''t let him do it again," said Lucas, trying to cheer up his colleagues.


    Denis, however, wasn''t so confident. He looked at Willian, who was now standing in the center again, as silent as ever. He seemed to meditate on something distant, as if the pressure of a decisive game didn''t exist.


    Something about that player troubled Denis deeply. It wasn''t just the lack of emotion; it was the way he seemed completely oblivious to the surrounding chaos. The shouts of encouragement, the complaints from teammates, even the ordinary noises ¡ª nothing seemed to penetrate Willian''s concentration camp.


    Lucas patted Denis on the shoulder, bringing him back to the present. "Focus, man. We need to close him down. If he''s in the center, Daniel has to stick to him like a shadow."


    Denis nodded, but kept looking at Willian. "It''s like he''s not playing with us. He''s... somewhere else."


    Lucas didn''t reply. He was busy gesturing for Aidan and Loki to cover the wings, while Felix positioned himself closer to the defensive line to provide support. The truth was that he also felt the same way as Denis. Willian didn''t just seem distant; he was unpredictable, an enigma on the pitch.


    On the other side, Ethan was trying to contain his frustration. He hated to admit it, but the switch was working.


    "How does he do it?" Ethan muttered to Javier, who was standing next to him. "The guy looks like a ghost. It shouldn''t even work."


    Javier laughed lightly. "It''s because he sees the game in a way that no one else does. While we''re thinking about the play, he already knows where the ball is going to be. It''s instinct, but also patience. And that''s rare."


    "Patience?" Ethan snorted, kicking the turf. "That doesn''t work for me. I prefer to get straight to the point."


    "That''s why you''re you, and he''s him," Javier replied, rushing to position himself as the game resumed. S§×arch* The ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Ethan had no answer to that, so he just clucked his tongue and walked over to his field for the game to be restarted.


    So, when the game returned to normal, with the score tied at 1-1, Team-B, even pressured by the scoreline, still wanted to keep the flame of competitiveness burning.


    However, Team-A, energized by their lead, seemed to have found their rhythm.


    Javier took charge like a maestro, regulating the passes and directing the positioning of the surrounding players.


    Lucas tried to intercept and reorganize the B-Team''s lines. But, whenever they got the ball, the A-Team''s defense was compact and skilled. They marked Miguel, Raphael, and Arthur well because they were used to marking good players.


    Also, Team-B''s defense needed to be compact. Willian''s constant threat gave Team-A more space in midfield.


    Lucas, in midfield, gritted his teeth. He knew it wouldn''t be easy to regain control of the game. The A-Team were in top form, using the whole pitch to open up space and create chances. Still, Lucas wasn''t willing to give up.


    "Raphael, squeeze him! Don''t let him breathe!" shouted Lucas, pointing at the opposing No10.


    Raphael obeyed, approaching Javier like a shadow. However, the Team-A midfielder was experienced. He took two steps back, protecting the ball with his body, and then found Simon free on the right flank.


    Simon dominated and advanced with his eyes fixed on the space ahead.


    Loki went to meet him, running like lightning. He intercepted, but the ball went wide. A corner for the A-Team.


    In the corner of the right field, Javier carefully tucked the ball away. He watched the area with attentive eyes, analyzing the movement of his teammates and opponents.


    Ethan gestured impatiently, asking for a cross into the penalty area.


    Willian, however, was standing on the edge of the penalty area, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around him.


    The cross came in slow and high in the air. The ball spun in the air, towards the confusion of bodies in the area. Ethan rose high, fighting with Daniel, but it was Felix who cleared with a powerful header. The ball, however, fell at Willian''s feet.


    For a moment, time seemed to slow down. All eyes were on him. Willian controlled the ball with an almost supernatural calm, as if the chaos around him didn''t exist.


    Denis ran towards him, trying to close the space, but Willian made a slight movement with his foot, moving the ball to the side. He then unleashed a low, precise shot that flew through Daniel''s legs and straight into the left-hand corner of the goal.


    Anton tried his best, but it was too late. The ball had gone into the net.


    2-1 to the A-Team.


    Willian didn''t celebrate. He just turned and started walking back to midfield, as if he had just completed a routine task. Some of his teammates ran to hug him, but he politely pushed them away with a hand gesture.


    "Don''t be so happy. Just keep doing your job and play the ball for me." Willian said, which pushed Javier and the others away.


    The silence that followed Willian''s goal was deafening for the Team-B players. Not the silence of the stands ¡ª those were empty. The game was just a training session. It was the internal silence, the one that invaded everyone''s mind.


    Lucas looked at the scoreboard in the pitch''s corner, now reading 2-1 to Team-A. But it wasn''t just the score that bothered him; it was Willian''s cold manner.


    The striker walked back to midfield as if the goal was something trivial, a formality. More than that, the way he had dismissed his teammates with that dry comment ¡ª "play the ball to me" ¡ª had triggered something in Lucas. An irritation he could barely contain.


    As the teams repeated, Lucas walked with hurried steps towards Willian.


    Denis tried to grab him by the arm. "What are you doing?"


    "I''m going to give this guy a message," Lucas replied.


    "Never mind that! He''s on their team. It''s not our problem!" insisted Denis, now a little worried.


    Lucas didn''t reply. He was already a few steps away from Willian, who had his hands around his waist and was looking up at the sky.


    "Willian!" Lucas'' voice cut through the air and caught everyone''s attention.


    Willian lowered his gaze, not in surprise, but with the same imperturbable seriousness he had displayed since the start of the game. He straightened his posture, arms relaxed at his sides, as he watched Lucas approach.


    "Something wrong, Tanaka?" asked Willian, almost disinterested.


    "Yes, I do. What''s with talking to your companions as if they were your employees?" snapped Lucas.


    Willian arched an eyebrow. For a moment, he looked more curious than annoyed. He tilted his head slightly to one side, as if analyzing Lucas. Explore more at empire


    "I said what needed to be said," replied Willian, directly. "They need to play what they know, not celebrate as if the game is over."


    "That''s not how you play in a team, man. Nobody likes to be treated like that. Who do you think you are? Cristiano Ronaldo or something? Your arrogance, arrogance, or ego doesn''t help you at all." Willian sighed.


    Willian sighed. "Arrogance? No, that''s not arrogance. It''s knowing what needs to be done to win. They don''t have to like me. They just have to play their part. I, as a center forward, will score as many goals as I can."


    Lucas laughed, but it was a laugh laden with irony. He shook his head in disbelief.


    "You''re a skilled player, but you act like a machine. There''s no soul in what you do. And in soccer, that matters. People play as a team."


    "Soul doesn''t score goals. Nor does it stop the opposition from scoring. Don''t give me that childish talk about friendship."


    This sentence made the tension on the pitch increase even more. Some players exchanged uncomfortable glances. Ethan, who was watching from a distance, crossed his arms, apparently satisfied with the clash. Perhaps he hoped Lucas would put Willian in his place.


    "If you haven''t yet understood that soccer isn''t just about technique, you may be a worse player than you think. If you choose to continue down this path and become a professional, all you''ll feel is a huge void."


    "At least I''ll become a professional. I''ll do what I can to do that. However, I can''t say the same for most of the players here." He looked Lucas in the eye. "Or do you think everyone on your team will become a professional? This sport isn''t that benevolent. Not everyone who makes it into a professional team actually becomes a professional. Thinking that is irrelevant."


    Lucas nodded. "You didn''t say that..."


    "Yes, I did."


    "Look around you, kid."

 Chapter 126 125 - Whats the first team? (Part 5)

    "Look around you, kid."Willian raised his head, brushing his bangs away from his sweaty face. His dark eyes scanned the field, stopping at each teammate.


    They were motionless, scattered, but the message was clear. Javier had his hands on his hips, staring at the ground, as if silently going over Willian''s harsh words.


    Simon stood with his arms crossed, a slight frown on his forehead that showed dissatisfaction.


    Even Ethan, who normally didn''t care about anything but himself, seemed divided, biting the corner of his mouth in discomfort.


    Willian felt a slight tightening in his chest, but his expression remained firm. He believed in what he was saying, in the cold, objective logic that had always guided him. "Work comes first," was the mantra he had repeated to himself ever since he had played.


    Lucas took a step back, still facing Willian, but then turned around, showing his back to the striker.


    "You can have the best players on your side, Willian, but you''ll never get 100% out of them. Do you know why?" Lucas paused briefly, without looking back. "Because soccer isn''t just about technique or physique. It''s heart. It''s will. And that, my fellow youth player, is what you need to understand."


    The silence on the pitch was absolute.


    The icy wind blowing through the surrounding trees seemed to amplify the tension.


    Willian remained still, his gaze fixed on Lucas'' back as he walked back to his position in midfield. The number seven''s words echoed in his mind, challenging everything he believed in.


    On the B-Team side, Raphael approached Lucas, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Man, that was intense. Are you okay?"


    Lucas nodded, taking a deep breath. "I am. I just can''t stand people with high egos."


    Raphael smiled. "Yeah, but now we have to get back to the match. They''re still ahead."


    Denis, who had overheard the conversation, crossed his arms. "That''s it, guys. Let''s focus. They''ve got the score. It''s 2-1, but this game isn''t over yet."


    The whistle blew, and the match resumed.


    The B-Team''s attitude was obvious: collective struggle, effort on every inch of the pitch. No ball would be wasted, no opportunity passed up.


    On the opposite side, Team-A had the lead on the scoreboard, but discomfort was showing in their expressions. They could feel their opponents'' growing momentum.


    In midfield, Lucas watched the A-Team players. He analyzed their postures, gaps, and patterns. They formed a puzzle.


    The ball rolled out to Raphael, who received it under pressure and immediately played it back to Denis. The A-Team''s marking was intense, but not enough to break up the B-Team''s control of the ball.


    After a pass from Lucas, Denis shielded the ball with his body, turned and found Miguel free on the right wing with a low pass.


    Miguel ran, the ball glued to his foot, while Simon approached at high speed to block his onslaught. He advanced the ball with a subtle touch and sped up even more, leaving Simon behind.


    When it looked like Miguel wouldn''t reach the ball before it went out of play, he slid across the pitch, stretching out his leg and keeping it in play. A muffled sound of applause came from the B-Team bench. Experience more tales on empire


    "Nice one, Miguel!" shouted Felix, dropping back to support the right flank.


    The passing followed meticulously.


    Arthur moved to receive, Lucas dropped back to the center to set up the attack, and Denis kept cover.


    Team-B''s possession increased, forcing Team-A to run more, to cover spaces in a hurry and, above all, to spend energy.


    "Close the gaps! Tighten up in the middle!" Javier shouted.


    Lucas, ever attentive, noticed the fatigue that was weighing on the A-Team''s legs as the first half drew to a close.


    With a quick gesture, Lucas called Felix for a quick pass and took control of the ball. He raised his head and saw the field in front of him as a detailed map, where each player occupied a position that connected to him as multiple lines. Each of these lines had its potential, its dangers, but Lucas, with his experience, saw the best option.


    "Go, Miguel!" he shouted, playing the ball accurately to the right-back.


    Miguel shot again, now with more freedom. He ran to the by-line with the ball and, with a strong, low cross, sent the ball into the box.


    The ball flew past Arthur and Ethan in a blur of movement. An attentive defender tried to clear, but only managed a touch that left the ball floating on the edge of the box.


    Coincidentally, the ball fell in front of Lucas. He saw Simon appear to block any attempt at a shot. Lucas took a small touch to the side and then executed the <Mirage Feint>. His body indicated that he was going to shoot to the right, but at the last second, the ball slid to the left, completely fooling Simon.


    "How did he...?" Simon barely finished the thought, already spinning around to recover, but it was too late.


    Lucas straightened up and shot left-footed. The ball came out like a missile, traveling in a straight line towards the angle.


    Mark, A-Team goalkeeper, launched himself into the air with impressive reflexes. His fingers touched the ball, deflecting it by just a few centimeters. The ball bounced off the crossbar before sailing over the end line.


    "Ahh, Lucas! It almost went in!" shouted Denis, close enough to Lucas to be a good passing option instead of Lucas shooting, yet he didn''t complain to his colleague.


    Lucas smoothed his sweaty hair, still panting. He looked at the A-Team goalkeeper, who was on the ground, recovering.


    "Sorry, I didn''t see you there," Lucas said as Denis passed him to take the corner.


    "Nah, it''s okay!"


    Denis adjusted the ball for the corner kick. He took a deep breath, watching his teammates move around the area. S~ea??h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Felix went to the far post. Arthur and Raphael stood near the center. Lucas stayed a bit further back, ready for any leftovers. The stiff wind was blowing again, raising the flags in the pitch''s corner and making the players'' socks flutter.


    "Come on, this is our chance..." muttered Denis, as he raised his right hand, the signal for a close cross.


    *Thooof


    The ball flew and made a beautiful arc. Felix rose higher than anyone, but it was Kevin, the A-Team defender, who got a slight deflection on his head, sending the ball out of the box. The danger seemed to be averted, but Lucas was there again.


    He took the ball on his chest with the calm of a conductor in full concert, letting it fall gently in front of him. Two A-Team players rushed out to mark him, but Lucas already knew what to do. With a light touch, he took the ball to his right, escaping the tight marking.


    "Shoot!" shouted Raphael, from the middle of the confusion.


    But Lucas was patient. He didn''t shoot under pressure; he shot when he was sure. And when he saw Arthur move a few steps to the right, he found his opening.


    With a low, metered pass, he laid the ball at Arthur''s feet. The striker controlled it with the inside of his hand, adjusting for the shot. He looked up for a second, seeing Mark already closing down the space. It was a striker versus goalkeeper duel in the penalty area.


    Mark had the advantage of closing the angle and being big, but Arthur, as a striker, had a huge goal with dozens of options as targets.


    Arthur shot.


    The ball sailed hard, low and low, towards the left corner of the goal. Mark threw himself at it, stretching out as if he were made of rubber. His fingers touched the ball, but this time it wasn''t enough. The unmistakable sound of the net rattling echoed across the pitch.


    "GOOOOL!" shouted Lucas, raising his arms as he ran towards Arthur.


    Raphael and Denis followed, and the three of them hugged the striker, who smiled, relieved to have scored his second goal.


    Arthur laughed, panting. "It was only a matter of time. Thanks, Lucas, for the pass."


    "You did the rest, my friend. That''s what I''m talking about!" replied Lucas with a smile.


    At first, Lucas didn''t like Arthur very much. He thought he was overbearing in a disguised way, but after training together, Lucas understood Arthur was just the classic striker with a desire to win by scoring goals, and yet Arthur wasn''t selfish or ungrateful. Arthur understood a striker couldn''t score goals without depending on his teammates.


    The score was now 2-2. Team-B felt their morale rise. Team-A looked disconcerted, with players arguing among themselves.


    Willian was gesturing furiously at Ethan, Javier was shaking his head, and the others were angry.


    Outside, Eddie, the coach of Team-B, smiled discreetly. "Well done, boys. Now let''s turn it around."


    Alex, the assistant coach, approached him. "Denis, Felix and Lucas are dominating the midfield. I think they''ll need to do something fast to break our rhythm."


    "Yes, but trying something new will make them make mistakes."

 Chapter 127 126 - Whats the first team? (Part 6)

    The draw made Team-B play even harder against Team-A, and with more confidence than ever.Javier was trying to play his part as captain and reorganize the team, to lift spirits. However, the frowns and furtive glances showed that not everyone was on the same page.


    Ethan and Willian, in particular, barely exchanged words and avoided passing them on to each other.


    As the Team-B players returned to their positions, Lucas exchanged a glance with Denis. They both knew that Team-A was vulnerable, but they couldn''t underestimate them.


    "Lucas, mark Javier more closely now!" shouted Felix, pointing at the opposing No10.


    "Leave it to me!" replied Lucas, adjusting the cuff on his shin guard.


    The ball was put into play, and Team-A quickly showed signs of impatience.


    Javier dropped back to look for the ball, while Simon and Willian tried to push forward from the wings. Ethan, in the center again, seemed agitated, gesticulating non-stop to get the ball to his feet.


    Willian seemed to want to return to the center, but Ethan had been there since the restart after Willian''s second goal.


    From the bench, Eddie was watching everything intently.


    "They''re getting disorganized. This is our chance," He commented to Alex, who nodded, arms folded.


    On the pitch, Javier evaded Lucas for a moment with a skillful feint and passed the ball to Simon, who was advancing down the right.


    Loki blocked Simon, who ran to the by-line, by sliding in to send the ball wide. The opposing full-back got up quickly, but the furious look he directed at Loki showed his frustration.


    Javier took the short corner to Simon, who now positioned himself more offensively, almost like a left-winger, reversing the winger position he had at the start. He dominated with class and faced Denis, who quickly advanced to mark him.


    "You can''t pass!" teased Denis, but Simon just smiled in the corner.


    With a quick flick to his right, Simon escaped his marker and advanced, now surrounded by Felix and Daniel. He faked a pass to Javier and suddenly pulled back to the by-line. The dribble was so unexpected that Felix slipped, allowing Simon space to cross.


    The cross was high and hard, and everyone in the area prepared to contest the ball. Ethan rose with his imposing center-forward presence, but the ball went past him. It was Willian who ran into the area from behind, surprising everyone.


    "Look out!" shouted Anton, stretching out his arms to position himself.


    Willian leapt like a predator on the attack, his body arching in the air as his eyes followed the trajectory of the ball. He took a firm header, aiming for the top corner. His height was no asset, however, and the ball came out weaker than expected.


    Anton leapt to his right and grabbed the ball with some ease. The goalkeeper fell to the ground, wrapping himself around the ball to make sure it didn''t get away.


    "Yes, Anton!" shouted Luiz Fernando, relieved.


    Ethan kicked the air in frustration. "You''re not a striker, Willian! Leave that to me!"


    "If I wait for you, the game will end in a draw, Ethan," said Willian, coldly.


    The words fell like a stone on the pitch. Javier looked at them both and shook his head, clearly annoyed.


    "Enough! You two, pay attention!" Javier shouted, still in the B-Team area. "You''re going to stop fighting now, otherwise you''ll both leave, and we''ll put in others who want to play for the team. You don''t have a coach today, but you have a captain, and I''m really going to do that. Now, either you stop fighting, or you''re out!" sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Javier rarely got angry. As the son of Spanish immigrants, he had grown up in a home where respect and patience were fundamental values. His father, a former midfield player in Spain''s minor leagues, always said:


    "A captain isn''t just a leader, Javier. He''s the balance."


    So seeing Javier raise his voice in the middle of the pitch was something no one dared ignore.


    Ethan and Willian, whose tempers were already flaring, froze at the sound of the captain''s shout.


    "Did you hear that right?" Javier asked. "This isn''t about you. It''s about the team. If you want to prove something, do it by playing together. Otherwise, leave the field. Now choose."


    Willian bit his lower lip, looking down at the floor. Ethan, for his part, took a deep breath, his jaw muscles tightening. Neither of them answered, but they didn''t challenge Javier either. He knew he had succeeded.


    With a sharp nod, Javier turned and ran back to his position in midfield, raising his arm to show that the game should continue.


    On the bench, Alex smiled. "He''d be a grand coach one day, don''t you think?" he asked Eddie.


    "Maybe, but he''s still too young to think about it," replied Eddie, without taking his eyes off the pitch.


    Ethan ran past Lucas as he said this:


    "Boy, that guy is scary..."


    Lucas smiled, but the slight smile didn''t detach him from the situation. He looked around, trying to reposition himself.


    As he moved, something bothered him deeply. It wasn''t Javier, or the A-Team itself. It was Willian. Or rather, Willian''s ability. He couldn''t explain it, but he had the impression that the opposing striker appeared out of nowhere, like a moving shadow. He was there, present on the pitch, and then he would disappear only to reappear where he was least expected.


    Lucas pressed his fingers against his temples for a brief second. This was the tool that could turn the tide in a split second. It would be good to have this weapon in his hand too.


    He felt the familiar hum of the system activating in his head. Messages floated before his eyes like translucent holograms.


    [Condition for Skill


    : Ethan must provide direct help to Willian].


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    Lucas closed his eyes for a moment, trying to stifle the sigh of frustration that rose in his throat. "Of course, because nothing can be easy," he muttered.


    It was practically impossible for Ethan to pass Willian a goal, and especially since it wouldn''t be just any goal, but one that would seal Willian''s hat-trick.


    Lucas would also have to watch passively while Team-A scored a goal. He shook his head in disbelief. What kind of cruel system required that?


    "Lucas, is everything all right?" asked Felix, noticing his expression.


    "It''s Willian," Lucas finally admitted, in a low tone. "He''s... he''s unpredictable. You know, one second he''s there, and the next... puff! Gone. It''s like marking a shadow."


    Denis raised an eyebrow, pondering his friend''s answer. He looked at the field, where Willian was positioned, but was always on the move, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.


    "Listen," Denis said, squeezing Lucas'' shoulder to emphasize his words, "you don''t have to solve this alone. I''m going to play further back now. Felix, Daniel and I will keep an eye on him. You focus on the attack, understand? Leave Willian to me."


    Lucas opened his mouth to protest, but Denis held up his hand, interrupting him.


    "I know what you''re going to say, but trust me. The A-Team is dangerous, yes, but if we''re all worried about what they''re going to do, who''s going to worry about what we can do?"


    For a moment, Lucas was silent. Denis'' words made sense. He nodded slowly, feeling the weight on his shoulders ease a little.


    "Thanks, Denis. I trust you."


    "Good, because if we lose, it''s your fault." Denis joked, offering a smile that, despite the tension, was sincere.


    Lucas laughed, albeit briefly. He knew the pressure would continue, but now he felt he had an ally who shared the weight of the battle.


    On the pitch, the game was intensifying.


    Javier, more alert than ever after his previous outburst, commanded the A-Team midfield with precision. He received short passes, turned, found Simon or Willian easily on the edges. The passing was quick and efficient, forcing Team-B to chase the ball like predators in search of prey.


    Simon advanced down the right once again, trying to repeat the dangerous cross that had almost resulted in the previous goal. This time, however, Denis was there. With a perfect shot, he disarmed Simon before the full-back could even raise his head.


    "Nice one, Denis!" Felix shouted, stepping back to support him if necessary.


    Denis looked up, searching for options to play out wide. Lucas was free in midfield, running towards the space. Denis threw the ball towards him, a long, precise pass that Lucas masterfully controlled.


    Lucas raised his head, quickly scanning the field in front of him. He saw Miguel positioning himself on the right flank, waiting for a deep pass. With a deft touch, Lucas flicked the ball to the winger. He sprinted past the right-back, who was lost in Miguel''s speed and ball control.


    Time-B''s attack was now fast and coordinated. Miguel crossed low into the area where Raphael was waiting. But Mark, the A-Team goalkeeper, anticipated the move and dived to intercept the cross, keeping a firm grip on the ball.


    "Yeah, Mark!" shouted Kevin, clapping his hands to motivate the team.


    Mark got up quickly and laid the ball off to Javier, starting another attacking move. The A-Team''s No. 10 attracted Felix''s marking, captain against captain.

 Chapter 128 127 - Whats the first team? (Part 7)

    Lucas knew that Team-A had dangerous players, but with every shot, he felt the flame of competition burning brighter inside him. The match was getting fun.Javier dominated the ball and drew Felix in, swinging his body to the right, but in one swift movement he cut back to the left, evading his marker. Javier''s peripheral vision was impeccable, and he found Simon again on the right wing.


    The full-back ran like a rocket, crossing the halfway line as Loki ran to catch him.


    "Loki, cover Simon!" shouted Felix, dropping back to close the gaps in the center.


    Simon advanced a few more meters and raised his head. The ball was crossed powerfully across the B-Team area like an arrow. But Daniel was alert. He positioned himself well and headed the ball away, into the middle of the pitch.


    Lucas saw his chance coming. He shot towards the ball, which bounced on the pitch. He felt the muscles in his legs burn as he sped up, leaving behind a Team-A marker who was trying to catch up with him.


    "Go, Lucas! That''s yours!" shouted Miguel, already running down the right, ready to support.


    Lucas took the ball on his chest, his perfect touch cushioning its trajectory. He lifted his head briefly, analyzing the scene in front of him.


    Kevin and Parker, the A-Team defenders, formed a solid defensive line, but he noticed a narrow space between them.


    Relying on his intuition and skill, Lucas took the ball quickly.


    Kevin advanced to mark him, but Lucas used his body to protect the ball, faking a cut to the right before pulling the ball to the left with the sole of his boot. Kevin tried to keep up, but momentarily lost his balance.


    Now it was him against Parker. The A-Team''s stoutest defender stood like a wall on the way to the goal. Parker opened his arms, trying to close the angle, but Lucas knew exactly what to do. He slowed down, which confused the defender, and then, with a subtle touch, he slipped the ball under the defender''s legs.


    "WHAT A PLAY!" echoed a shout from the side of the pitch, probably coming from Alex, the B-Team''s assistant coach.


    Lucas was free. In front of him was Mark, the A-Team goalkeeper. He heard the footsteps of the defenders trying to reach him, but kept his focus. Mark took a few steps forward, trying to close the angle, his eyes fixed on Lucas'' movements.


    The world seemed to slow down for Lucas.


    He remembered a moment from his childhood, practicing shots with a makeshift goal made of bottles in the backyard. His father, John, who rarely had time, had stopped an entire Sunday afternoon to help him perfect his accuracy.


    "Calm down, Lucas. It''s not about shooting hard, but with intent. Aim where the goalkeeper doesn''t expect it," his father had said, holding the ball in both hands before handing it to him.


    Lucas blinked as the scene from his childhood backyard flashed across him like a flash of light. He was just a boy then, bare feet, grass-stained clothes and a smile that shone brighter than the Sunday sun.


    His father was kneeling beside him, pointing to the bottom right corner of a makeshift goal made up of two empty soft drink bottles. He was so young that he couldn''t even remember his own age.


    "Concentrate. Imagine the goalkeeper throwing himself to the opposite side. That''s where you shoot," said John. Find your next read on empire


    Back on the pitch, in front of Mark, Lucas realized he wasn''t very different from that moment. The essence was the same: him, the ball, and an instant decision.


    The goalkeeper jumped slightly, his eyes fixed, his muscles ready to react.


    Lucas took a gentle touch with the inside of his right foot, pushing the ball forward. Mark took another step forward, trying to guess the movement, but Lucas remained calm. He didn''t need strength, just precision.


    He tilted his body to the left, simulating a cross-kick. It was enough for Mark to fall into the trap. When the goalkeeper leaned the wrong way, Lucas finished with his right foot. He placed the ball low into the opposite corner.


    The ball slid across the grass as if guided by an invisible line, past Mark''s fingertips, which, even stretched to the limit, he couldn''t reach. It found the back of the net and stayed there.


    "WHAT A GOAL!" shouted Miguel, almost out of breath.


    Lucas, still panting, flashed a smile that seemed to light up the whole pitch. He raised his arms and hugged Miguel tightly.


    "I knew you''d do it, partner!" said Miguel, slapping him on the back.


    Raphael arrived right behind him, messing up Lucas'' hair. "That''s ace stuff, my brother!"


    The scoreboard now showed 3-2, and the sparkle in the players'' eyes was clear. Lucas ran back to midfield as his teammates surrounded him with warm greetings.


    "That''s it, Lucas! Way to go!" said Felix, giving him a gentle push on the shoulder, a friendly gesture that carried pride.


    On the other side, the A-Team showed expressions of frustration.


    Lucas, panting, looked at the scoreboard and felt sweat trickle down his temples. His body was pulsing with adrenaline, but he knew there was still a long game ahead.


    "Let''s keep our heads, guys. We''re ahead, but they''re dangerous," he said, trying to convey confidence and focus at the same time.


    Before the game could continue, the referee''s whistle blew, announcing the end of the first half.


    The players gathered on the B-Team bench, taking deep breaths as they took quick sips of water.


    "Very good first half, guys," began Eddie as he pointed to a notepad he was holding. Since he couldn''t help during the game, he would try to help as much as possible at half-time. "But they''re adapting. Javier is seeing spaces on the wings and playing Simon and Willian further forward. We need to adjust our marking."


    As Eddie spoke, Lucas looked around, analyzing the faces of his teammates. Denis had his head down, catching his breath, while Raphael wiped the sweat from his face with his shirt. Felix, the captain, stood firm, with the serious expression of someone who already knew that the second half would be an even tougher battle.


    Lucas raised his hand, drawing the attention of Alex and the team. "I have a suggestion." He said. "I think it''s time to change something at left-back."


    Raphael looked up, surprised, but showed no resentment. "Speak up, Lucas. What are you thinking?"


    Lucas took a deep breath before continuing. "You''re fast and great at counter-attacks, Raph. But now we''re ahead, and they''re pressing a lot on the right with Simon. Maybe we should put the Hillebrand on. He''s stronger defensively and can hold up play better there."


    Raphael bit his lower lip, thoughtful, but then nodded. "That makes sense. Hillebrand needs chances too. If we want to show that we deserve the A-Team, it''s everyone fighting together." He looked at Eddie and Alex. "I''m fine. Put him in."


    Eddie looked at Raphael with an approving smile. "Respectful attitude, Raphael. Hillebrand, warm up quickly! You''re on at the start of the second half."


    Hillebrand, who was sitting further back, stood up immediately. "You got it, guys. I''ll give it my all."


    He started stretching his arms and legs, a confident smile on his face.


    Lucas turned to Raphael and patted him lightly on the shoulder. "You were a giant in the first half, Raph. This is teamwork. Without you, we wouldn''t be ahead."


    Raphael smiled. "Make sure we come out of here with a win."


    Meanwhile, Felix raised his voice to the group. "Everyone''s playing well, but this is where we separate the strong from the weak. This second half is going to be tough. Each of you needs to give 110%. Is that clear?" sea??h th§× novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Yes, captain!" they replied in unison, with enthusiasm.


    The A-Team, on the other hand, gathered on the other side of the pitch.


    Coach Jimenez was leading the conversation, pointing to a small improvised sketch he was drawing on the grass with a twig.


    Ethan crossed his arms, frowning, while Willian listened intently.


    Coach Jimenez was gesturing, trying to pass on his instructions. "Simon, you need to be even more offensive," said Jimenez in a hurried tone. "Ethan, stop waiting for the ball. Start looking for it. Their defense isn''t as solid if you create confusion there."


    Ethan shook his head, not entirely convinced, but he knew he had to control himself. He didn''t want to let his emotions take over.


    The whistle soon blew again, summoning the players for the second half. As the Team-B players ran to their positions, Hillebrand came on in place of Raphael, receiving a few encouraging pats on the back of his colleagues.


    Lucas stopped in the center circle, looked up at the sky, and took a deep breath. He knew that the second half would be even more difficult. But he also knew that this was the moment to show who he was, to prove that Team-B wasn''t just a second tier team - they were a team worthy of being Team-A.


    And the game resumed.

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    As the players took up their positions, Hillebrand clenched his fists, mentally warming himself up to get into the rhythm of the match."It''s going to be tough, but I''m ready to hold this side up," he muttered to Lucas, who gave him a slight smile and a nod.


    Outside the pitch, a small but growing group of club employees was gathering. It was rare to see a match between the development teams so heated.


    The rumor had started with a cleaner who was passing by and witnessed Willian and Arthur''s performance in the first half.


    "You guys need to see this," he said to others in the cafeteria. "There are kids out there playing like professionals."


    The group now included assistant analysts, physiotherapists and even a few administrators who left their desks to take a peek.


    "Who''s playing?" asked one of the first team''s assistant coaches, attracted by the commotion.


    "Team-B is in front. A Japanese boy is running the midfield," replied another, pointing to the skinny boy with his hands on his waist.


    The ball rolled again, and Team-A showed their intentions in the first few seconds.


    Simon received a quick pass from Javier and shot down the right flank, putting Hillebrand under immediate pressure.


    Hillebrand, taller and more robust, held his ground, forcing Simon to retreat. But not without effort; Simon was agile, constantly testing the defensive limits.


    "Nice one, Hillebrand!" shouted Felix from the center of the defense. "Keep it tight there!"


    Javier, always alert, took advantage of the momentary indecision and took responsibility. With a precise touch, he pushed the ball to Ethan, who had dropped back to look for the ball, as Jimenez had instructed at half-time.


    Ethan turned quickly, leaving Daniel behind, and advanced towards the box.


    Luiz Fernando, with years of youth system experience, intercepted the ball. His clean tackle disarmed the striker and drew applause from the small crowd on the side of the pitch.


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    Lucas was attentive. He knew that, despite their solid defense, the A-Team was dangerous. He dropped back to help with the defensive transition, stealing the ball from Willian and immediately starting the counter-attack. Lucas raised his head, looking for Arthur up front. Parker closely marked the striker, but gestured to Lucas, asking for the ball.


    "Look at that boy," commented one physio, watching Lucas. "He''s got impressive vision for his age."


    "That''s not all," replied the assistant coach, crossing his arms. "He''s got leadership. You didn''t see how he organized the team at half-time. That''s not easily taught."


    More employees approached, attracted by the excitement that now dominated the atmosphere. However, the eyes of many outside the camp were fixed on Lucas, because the rumors about him inside the club kept growing.


    Outside the touchline, a middle-aged man wearing a gray jacket with the Brighton emblem was watching with increased attention. His name was Samuel Drayton, one of the club''s most respected scouts. He crossed his arms, his face showing a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. Rumors of promising talent often spread behind the scenes. But, the growing presence of other coaching staff at that match intrigued him.


    "So that''s the boy..." muttered Drayton to himself, as his eyes followed Lucas.


    Drayton remembered a recent conversation with the first team''s assistant coach, Takashi Otsuka, during a break at the training center.


    It was a sunny afternoon, and Otsuka was leaning against the balcony parapet, watching the professionals train on the main pitch. Drayton approached, holding a coffee.


    "You seem to be in reflective mode today, Otsuka," commented Drayton, trying to strike up a conversation.


    Otsuka smiled slightly, but didn''t look away from the field. "I remembered a trip I made to Japan. A boy playing for a club at a small soccer school in my town caught my eye, although I don''t know if you''ve heard about it. I saw myself in him. He had something special, you know?"


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    "Haha! Maybe both!" Otsuka laughed too. "Anyway, it wasn''t just his ball skills, but his intelligence, his calmness in pressure situations, his will to win. It was like watching a miniature adult."


    "Interesting. And what happened to him?" asked Drayton, taking a sip of his coffee.


    "I put him forward for a test here at Brighton. He passed, of course. He''s at the base now, still adapting, but... something tells me he might be different." Otsuka finally turned to face Drayton. "Keep an eye out. Lucas Tanaka is his name."


    "A Japanese man called Lucas? How different! HAHAHA!"


    Drayton blinked, turning his attention back to the field.


    "So that''s the boy I heard about..." He narrowed his eyes as Lucas advanced with the ball, pressed by the opposing midfield at the same time. "Let''s see how good he really is."


    On the pitch, Lucas seemed oblivious to the growing audience outside the four lines. After playing in a small, almost full stadium in Japan, he no longer felt nervous about having a viewer. He was completely focused on the game. When Javier took a shot, Lucas dribbled past him. A covering player tried to tackle him from the side. But, Lucas took a short touch and escaped over the back line. This drew murmurs of approval from the small crowd.


    "He''s got excellent ball control," commented one analyst next to Drayton.


    "That''s not all," replied Drayton, his eyes fixed on the boy. "He thinks two steps ahead. Look how he already knows where he''s going before he even receives the ball."


    Lucas raised his head, scanning the field with his eyes. He saw Arthur moving between the opposing defenders, trying to find space. With a strong pass, Lucas launched the ball, which found Arthur on the move.


    Parker tried to block, but Arthur got in a powerful shot. The ball went inches past the post, prompting a collective groan from the B-Team.


    "Damn, almost!" cried Arthur, frustrated, while Lucas raised his arms in encouragement.


    "Calm down, Arthur! We''ll get there!" shouted Lucas, quickly returning to his position in midfield.


    "I know, I just want to score my hat-trick!"


    Drayton frowned. "He''s not just skillful. He leads."


    As the game went on, Drayton remembered other talents he had seen over the years.


    Many had skill, but few could command a game, especially at such a young age. Even fewer could keep their composure under pressure.


    On the pitch, Lucas seemed to be everywhere at once. He had an incredible breath of fresh air. He helped in defense, organized the midfield and still found time to create chances in attack and even be dangerous on his own.


    Javier, from Team-A, noticed this and started pressing Lucas more aggressively, trying to limit his impact.


    "Mark him closely!" Javier shouted to his teammates.


    But Lucas had already been through this a few times. He used quick touches and clever movements to evade marking. On one occasion, he received a tight pass from Miguel, surrounded by three A-Team players. With a sideways touch, he left two of them behind and laid the ball off to Raphael, who was advancing down the flank.


    On the outside of the pitch, Drayton crossed his arms.


    "Hiroshi was right. This kid has something special." He turned to the analyst next to him. "How old is he again?"


    "Seventeen, I think," replied the analyst.


    Drayton shook his head slowly. "Seventeen, and playing with the calm of someone with a decade of professional experience."


    Meanwhile, on the pitch, Lucas was far from satisfied. He knew his team needed one more goal to be more secure on the scoreboard.


    The ball was put back into play, and Team-B launched an attack. Felix regained possession in midfield and quickly passed to Lucas. He looked forward and saw Arthur, Hillebrand, and Miguel.


    With a perfect pass, Lucas put the ball into the space between Parker and Kevin. Arthur sped up, leaving the two defenders behind. He got hold of the ball, and, before Mark could react, struck a powerful shot. The ball sailed into the bottom left-hand corner of the net.


    The pitch erupted in applause and shouts. Lucas ran to hug Arthur, who raised his arms in celebration.


    "I told you!" shouted Lucas, smiling.


    Arthur, with a broad smile, immediately went to hug him. It was thanks to Lucas not giving up on him that he could score three goals.


    "Man, you''re the best, Lucas!!!"


    Drayton tilted his head, as if assessing Lucas'' every move. "He can play well in training, but he needs to prove himself in big games," he muttered.


    The B-Team celebrated as if they had won a championship, and Arthur couldn''t contain his smile. He finally felt that he had found his rhythm, but even amid the celebration, Lucas was already thinking about the next step. He wasn''t the type to relax until the final whistle.


    "Well done, everyone, but it''s not over yet!" He gestured for everyone to return to their positions quickly.


    On the other side of the pitch, Ethan was standing with his hands on his waist, his gaze fixed on Lucas. He was clearly annoyed.


    "This kid thinks he''s already won. Let''s turn this around. Don''t let them breathe. If you have to, break his leg."

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    Willian, with the ball on the left, advanced like a predator, with Denis pressing him closely."I''ll hold him here, go to the center!" shouted Denis to Lucas, shifting his body to block Willian''s dribble.


    Lucas understood the message and ran to close the space, but someone had already passed the ball to Javier, who was free in the center circle.


    Javier raised his head and found Ethan making a diagonal move between Daniel and Luiz Fernando. With a millimeter pass, he launched the ball deep.


    Ethan controlled it expertly, but Anton, the Time-B goalkeeper, was quick out of his depth, closing down the angle. The shot came in hard, but Anton saved with impressive assurance.


    A deflection sent the ball to a corner, and Team-A was already positioning themselves to press. They were in a hurry.


    From the corner, Javier played a short ball to Simon, who crossed the first time. The ball came in venomously, but Felix was alert and kept it out with a firm header. The ball fell to Miguel, who didn''t hesitate. With a quick touch, he released Lucas, who was already running down the right.


    The timing was perfect for a counter-attack.


    Lucas realized he had space and sped up, dribbling past his first marker with a subtle touch. The crowd fell silent, holding their breath as he advanced.


    When Kevin approached to tackle him, Lucas executed a quick footwork, followed by a cut to the opposite side. The movement was so precise that Kevin was completely out of position.


    Lucas raised his head, analyzing his options.


    Arthur was well marked, and Miguel was still running to get close to the area.


    Lucas took a chance. He adjusted his body and, from outside the area, unleashed a powerful low shot. The ball arrowed across the pitch and into the right-hand corner of the goal.


    Mark, the A-Team goalkeeper, dived desperately and touched the ball with his fingertips, deflecting it for a corner. A chorus of applause echoed around the pitch.


    "What a shot!" shouted Alex from the sidelines, thrilled by Lucas'' audacity. "That''s it! Keep pressing! Oops... I shouldn''t be saying anything, should I?" He looked at Eddie, who just nodded in disapproval.


    Lucas put his hands on his waist, panting, but with a smile on his face. He knew he had made the right choice, even if the goal hadn''t come.


    As he passed Arthur to position himself in the area, Arthur said: "You don''t stop, do you? You seem to be everywhere at once."


    "I want my hat-trick too." Lucas replied with a smile.


    Javier, realizing that Lucas was the heart of Team-B, directed his team to mark him more closely. He deployed two players to press Lucas every time he received the ball.


    But Lucas was cunning. He moved around more, looking for spaces where he could escape his marker. In one of these moves, he received a pass from Miguel and, with a first touch, found Raphael advancing down the flank.


    "Go, Raphael!" shouted Lucas, as he ran to support him.


    Raphael crossed into the area, but Kevin intercepted with a header.


    The ball came back to Javier, who tried to start another counter-attack, but Lucas, tireless, quickly returned to help with the marking. He stole the ball with a neat pass, drawing applause from the stands.


    Lucas'' energy seemed endless, and this annoyed not only the A-Team players but also coach Jimenez.


    Jimenez was standing at the side of the pitch, arms crossed, eyes fixed on Lucas. Under the cap that protected him from the biting cold that morning in Brighton, the coach reflected.


    The boy was a tireless engine. He ran, scored, passed and attacked as if tiredness was just a distant concept. For someone so young, Lucas'' vision of the game was also remarkable, but what impressed Jimenez most was his mentality. S§×ar?h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Jimenez knew how to recognize raw talent, but soccer was more than technical ability or physical strength. For him, the great could think the game through. They could adapt and stay calm under pressure. And Lucas seemed to have these qualities in abundance.


    On the pitch, Lucas continued to do what he did best: move like a conductor leading an invisible orchestra. He knew exactly where to stand, when to move forward, and when to move back.


    After winning the ball back with that precise tackle on Javier, he wasted no time. He stood up, raised his head, and found Raphael in the left wing. The pass was perfect, low and strong, cutting through the opposition''s pressure like a razor.


    Jimenez heard the praise and made a mental note. "He gains the confidence of his teammates. That''s crucial."


    In the center of the pitch, Javier watched Lucas with an expression that mixed frustration and admiration.


    The A-Team No10 wasn''t used to meeting such disciplined opponents. He was the brains of the A-Team. But, Lucas seemed to expect his every move. He cut off passing lanes, anticipated plays, and, worse, forced mistakes.


    Jimenez called out to Simon, who was closest to the sideline. "I want you and Willian to double-team Lucas. Don''t let him breathe."


    "What if he runs away? He''s fast, technical..." Simon asked.


    "It doesn''t matter," Jimenez interrupted. "Make him work harder than he already is. Let''s see if there''s a limit to his energy."


    As Simon returned to the field, Jimenez continued to observe. He knew the B-Team players well. After all, he himself had been responsible for separating them from the A-Team.


    Many interpreted the decision as a relegation, but for Jimenez, it was a test. He wanted to see who had resilience, who would use adversity as fuel.


    Lucas was the perfect example. Instead of regretting the move, the boy seemed to have found an opportunity to prove himself in the B-Team. His intensity was infectious, and Jimenez knew players like that were rare.


    "But can he handle the professional level?" wondered the coach, as he watched Lucas drop back to pick up the ball again.


    On the pitch, the match was still heated. The A-Team, frustrated by their lack of effectiveness, resorted to long throws. Kevin, trying to make amends for his earlier humiliations, tried an overhead pass to Ethan.


    The ball traveled high, but Daniel, ever alert, rose once again to head it away. The ball fell to Denis, who quickly played it to Lucas.


    Lucas protected the ball, feeling Simon''s pressure on his back. With a subtle touch, he dislodged his marker and advanced.


    Willian came to cover, but Lucas had already spotted the movement. With a quick turn, he played the ball to Raphael, who was advancing down to the left.


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    Raphael shot down the flank, while Arthur, and Miguel positioned themselves in the area. The cross came in powerfully, but not into the box, but to Lucas. He raised his head, analyzing Mark''s position in the goal, but before he could shoot, Simon arrived like a bolt of lightning, disarming him.


    "Damn!" exclaimed Lucas, hitting the turf lightly.


    He got up quickly, but couldn''t prevent the A-Team from launching a counter-attack.


    Javier received the ball and distributed it to Willian, who advanced down the left.


    Denis tried to close the space, but Willian left him behind with a dry dribble. He crossed low to Ethan, who was well positioned in the small area. Ethan turned and shot high, but Anton made another spectacular save to save Team-B.


    On the sidelines, Jimenez clenched his jaw. He knew his team was in trouble. Although the A-Team had more possession, it was the B-Team who looked more dangerous on the counter-attacks. And at the center of it all was Lucas.


    "He doesn''t just play like a veteran, he thinks like one. I may be hasty, because he needs to be tested in even more challenging situations, but he definitely has gigantic potential."


    The coach looked at his watch. There were ten minutes to go. There was no time to prevent the A-Team''s defeat, as they had no breath left. Nevertheless, he exclaimed:


    "Play down the left flank, force them back even further. Let''s see how far he can take it."


    On the pitch, Lucas was already feeling the weight of the match. His breath was running out, but he showed no signs of giving up. His teammates trusted him, and he knew he had to lead by example.


    Denis approached, panting. "Lucas, we need one more goal. Just one to end it."


    Lucas nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "We''ll do it together, but we need to be smart. They''re pressing on the wings, so we have to use the center."


    He looked at Miguel and Raphael, gesturing for them to come closer. "No rush, but precision. Let''s build this move."


    As the Team-B players reorganized, Jimenez watched carefully.


    "Maybe I underestimated this kid."


    Lucas received the ball again, pressed by two opponents and, with a subtle touch, passed to Denis. Team-B pushed forward, playing the ball.


    Arthur, Miguel, and Raphael constantly moved. This confused Team-A''s marking. It opened a big hole in the defense for Lucas to exploit.

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    The clock was ticking slowly for Team-B, but for Team-A, the minutes seemed to evaporate.Team-A pressed as hard as ever, trying to avoid the defeat that was looming. Jimenez''s shouts from midfield left no doubt: they were playing for pride now. Enjoy new adventures from empire


    "Come on, team! We''ve still got it! Squeeze it!" coach Jimenez shouted.


    Lucas felt his heart hammering in his chest, but he remained focused. He knew that Team-B had gained the upper hand on the scoreboard and psychologically, but any slip-up could turn the tide.


    Each player knew that this was more than just a friendly. It was a test to determine who would may play in the major leagues for Brighton.


    Denis, Miguel, Raphael and Arthur formed a solid block around Lucas, supporting and protecting the play. The rapport between them was clear. Meanwhile, behind him were Felix, Daniel, Luiz, Loki, Aidan and Anton. It was a very well-integrated team, even with only a month''s training.


    Outside the pitch, the makeshift crowd of officials was forming their opinions on what they were seeing.


    "They''re playing with an intensity that the A-Team can''t match."


    "Lucas is the engine, but the whole B-Team is united."


    On the other side, Eddie, coach of Team-B, remained calm. He trusted his players. He knew they were ready to withstand the pressure.


    With just five minutes left, Javier picked up the ball in midfield. He knew it was time to put everything on the line. With a precise pass, he found Willian on the right. The winger advanced at speed, ignoring Loki''s marking, and crossed low towards Ethan.


    "Mark Ethan!" shouted Raphael from the back.


    Ethan, visibly worn out, couldn''t run to control the ball. Daniel, ever attentive, cut in from the side, drawing applause from the spectators.


    "That defender is very good!"


    "Yes. He''s cleared all the dangerous balls so far. He''s very attentive."


    The A-Team was pressing, but fatigue was clear. The intensity of the game from the start of the first half had sapped their energy throughout.


    When the ball came back to Team-B, Lucas called for calm.


    "Hold it, hold it!" he shouted to Miguel, who retreated to Denis.


    They played the ball patiently, waiting for the moment to finish the game.


    Jimenez clenched his jaw. He knew that defeat was looming, but he couldn''t allow his players to surrender the game without fighting to the end.


    Willian and Simon continued to double up on Lucas, but this created holes in other areas of the pitch. Taking advantage of this, Raphael received a long pass from Denis and shot in from the left. He looked into the area and crossed to Arthur, who was well positioned.


    Arthur headed the ball powerfully, and the ball was closed. However, Mark deflected it out for a corner.


    "Good try, Arthur!" shouted Lucas, running to take the corner. But there was no time for that.


    The referee blew his whistle for the last time, with no chance for extra time so as not to wear out the players for future matches. The 5-3 scoreline was final.


    Arthur, with three goals, and Lucas, with two, were the highlights of the match for Team-B.


    Team-A was dejected, especially Ethan, who had been completely neutralized by Daniel and Luiz Fernando and didn''t score.


    The players walked to the center of the pitch for the final greeting. Lucas approached Javier, extending his hand.


    "Good game." said Lucas, sincerely.


    Javier hesitated for a moment before shaking Lucas'' hand. "You were better today, but it''s not over yet."


    Lucas smiled, tiredly. "We''re ready for anything."


    Jimenez crossed his arms as he watched the scene. He knew that this defeat would have repercussions. They had decided that the winner of this game would be the one to play in the main competitions at the base. This decision could be questionable if the game was too close. Some might argue that Team-A was having a bad day. But, despite the score, Team-B was tactically superior throughout the game. For Jimenez, it was a hard decision, but now inevitable.


    At the side of the pitch, some members of staff started whispering.


    "Hey, have you heard the rumor?"


    "What rumor?"


    "Whoever wins this game will become the senior U20 team."


    The news quickly spread: Team-B would replace Team-A in the main competitions. Many Team-A players protested, especially Ethan and Willian.


    "Coach! This is ridiculous! We''re the first team! You can''t just take our spot away!" complained Ethan at the end of the match, gesturing with frustration.


    "You had the chance to prove that you deserved the spot," replied Eddie calmly. "And today, they showed that they''re better prepared." S~ea??h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Willian shook his head, annoyed. "That''s not fair!"


    However, they were nervous for nothing, at least Willian was nervous for nothing. The truth was that Team-B had a small squad. With only 12 players, long competitions were impossible. Everyone knew that meant pulling players from Team-A, which had 16 players.


    While the Team-B players celebrated discreetly, Arthur sat on the grass, taking a deep breath. Lucas came over and sat down next to him.


    "Three goals, huh? I''m glad you''re regaining your confidence," said Lucas, smiling.


    Arthur shrugged. "It could have been more. But it was worth it. We did what needed to be done. It was great to see the looks on those guys'' faces when I scored."


    Lucas nodded. "It''s for real now, Arthur... We''re the first team."


    Arthur smiled. "Does that worry you?"


    "No, we''ve shown we can play against anyone. My biggest goal this year is to win the Youth League."


    While the players were talking, Jimenez approached Eddie.


    "Congratulations, Eddie. Your team played very well. You''ve coached them superbly."


    "Thanks, Jimenez. But you know, it wasn''t just about today. Arthur, Miguel, Loki and Denis have been working hard for months."


    "Happy to prove that you were right to propose the creation of the B-Team instead of expelling them?"


    "Just seeing you desperate was worth it! HAHAHA!" Eddie slapped Jimenez on the back and laughed.


    While the B-Team players stayed on the pitch, some sat on the grass and others chatted. The A-Team left, their faces a mix of frustration and resignation. Ethan kicked a water bottle on the way to the changing room, while Willian, with his arms crossed, avoided any eye contact.


    Lucas stood up slowly, holding out his hand to Arthur, who was still sitting down. "Come on, Arthur."


    Arthur smiled, but his face showed the fatigue of an intense match. He took Lucas'' hand and stood up with a heavy sigh. "And what''s the next step? Challenge Real Madrid?"


    Lucas let out a low laugh. "Easy, one step at a time."


    The Japanese boy who had just joined the club knew what he was saying. Thinking one step at a time was best. They had taken the first step towards becoming the A-Team. But, perhaps the biggest step was yet to come.


    -:-


    The sun was setting when silence fell over Brighton''s training center.


    The pitch, which hours earlier had been the scene of a fierce battle, was now empty, lit only by artificial lights.


    The B-Team''s victory over the A-Team had marked more than just a game; it was the harbinger of profound changes in the club''s grassroots structure. However, what should have been a cause for celebration for some had become an institutional dilemma.


    In the meeting room on the second floor of the complex, the glass walls allowed a privileged view of the pitches.


    Sitting around a long, dark wooden table, Eddie and Alex waited in silence, while Jimenez, with his arms crossed, regarded at his hands. All three were tense, aware that the conversation that evening would be crucial.


    The door to the room opened with a soft creak, and two club officials entered. The director of grassroots soccer, a burly, gray-haired man called Philip Dawson, led the group, followed by Linda Harrison, operations manager for the youth sector. Both wore neutral expressions, but they were not happy.


    "Good evening," began Philip, and he straightened his glasses before continuing. "We''ve received reports about today''s game and we''ve also heard some rumors. We seem to have an... intriguing situation."


    Eddie leaned forward in his chair. "Interesting situation, Philip? I''d call it a great opportunity. My team has shown that it''s prepared to take on the biggest responsibilities."


    Linda raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Prepared, perhaps. But it''s not just about performance on the pitch. You two," she pointed at Eddie and Jimenez, "decided on this game as a definitive criterion, but consulting no one in management. That''s not how we do things around here, and you know it."


    Jimenez finally said. "Look, Linda, I understand your concern. But we need to be honest. Team-B deserved it. They played with more grit, organization, and maturity than my Team-A. I can''t justify keeping the major competitions with a group that was so clearly outclassed."


    Philip frowned. "This decision may seem simple to you, but there are bigger implications. Sponsorship contracts, commitments to the board, expectations from families, agents... Not to mention the psychological impact on the A-Team players."


    Alex, who had remained silent until then, shifted in his chair. "Psychological impact?" He smiled. "With all due respect, Mr. Dawson, the B-Team players will suffer most. They gave their all, but the club''s rules favor tradition over merit. Those boys worked hard and won the most important game of their lives so far."


    Linda shook her head slowly. "I''m not saying we won''t recognize their merit, Alex. But turning a decision like that into something formal requires a process. We need to align it with everyone involved."


    "Then let''s formalize it. That game was a test. Team-B passed. Team-A didn''t." Eddie said. "What we need to discuss here is not whether the exchange will happen, but how we''re going to implement it in the best way."


    Philip took a deep breath, clearly uncomfortable to be pressured. "Right, Eddie. Assuming we agree to promote Team-B to the top competitions, how do you plan to deal with the squad problem? There are only 12 players. It''s impossible to sustain an entire season with that number."


    Jimenez leaned his elbows on the table, visibly annoyed. "I think we can integrate some players from my group into Team-B to form a more robust team."


    "Who?" Linda asked.

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    Eddie stared firmly at Linda, while Jimenez, uncomfortable, tried to find the right words to justify what looked like a surrender.Alex, next to Eddie, drummed his fingers on the table impatiently.


    Jimenez took a deep breath, straightening his posture before answering. "I know that if we''re going to start a new era with this B-Team, we need to make sure they have the support they need to not only compete, but to win. And that includes reinforcing the squad with some players from my group. But I''ll be blunt: it won''t be a simple choice."


    Philip adjusted his glasses and crossed his arms, his expression skeptical. "Who exactly are you suggesting, Jimenez? This needs to be done strategically. The A-Team boys will not accept losing their top spot. They also won''t join a group that has just overtaken them."


    Jimenez pressed his lips together, but then spoke in a measured tone. "Kevin and Parker are obvious choices. Team-B only has two defenders, and it''s going to be one season. Kevin and Parker are the best defenders we have and can provide the defensive solidity that Team-B needs. Without them, it will be difficult to play against the top teams."


    Eddie raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "Kevin, that''s fine. He''s got experience at Manchester United and discipline, but Parker?" His voice carried a hint of doubt. "He didn''t put in the best performance today. In fact, he was scouted several times and his contract runs out at the end of this year."


    "I know," Jimenez replied sincerely. "But Parker has potential. He makes mistakes under pressure, but with the right support, he can become a reliable defender. Besides, the chemistry between him and Kevin is undeniable. Separating them would be a mistake."


    Linda, who had been listening in silence until then, intervened: "What about the midfield? Team-B may be good, but who from Team-A can help?"


    "Javier," Jimenez replied without hesitation. "He''s intelligent, calm and knows how to dictate the pace of the game. Lucas can be the engine of Team-B, but if Lucas gets injured, with Javier at their side, they''ll still have control and vision. Also, Javier is a natural leader. He can help integrate the two groups."


    Eddie pondered, running his hand over his chin. "What about at the ends?" Sear?h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "We have two left-wingers. Hillebrand and Raphael, so I recommend Simon."


    "Simon and Miguel play in the same position. That''s going to be a problem. They had fights when Miguel was in the A-Team."


    "A competition for places will make them both evolve. In the end, we''re not doing this to avoid intrigue and for everyone to be happy, right? We want Brighton to have a strong team and win some championships."


    Philip gestured with his hand, showing that he wanted to hear more. "In attack, Team-B has great options, but who''s going to be the center forward in more physical games? Ethan may not have stood out today, but he has the size to fight in the box and he likes it."


    Jimenez himself shook his head. "No. Ethan isn''t ready for that role. He''s lost confidence and needs time to recover. I suggest Willian. He''s more versatile, he can play as a center forward or out wide. Also, he''s hungry for a goal, something that was clear today."


    Eddie stood up, walking slowly to the glass window overlooking the empty pitch. He stared at the pitch as he reflected. He didn''t like Willian and the way he saw soccer tactically, but it was undeniable that Willian had exceptional talent.


    "So that''s it..." Philip finally said, turning to the others. "Kevin, Parker, Javier and Willian. Those four players will strengthen the B-Team. And the rest of the A-Team? What happens to them?"


    Linda answered with practicality. "They need to be redistributed. Some can go to the U-18 team, while others should be evaluated for a loan. We can''t keep unmotivated players here."


    "What? But the whole point of creating the B-Team was to put pressure on the A-Team as well," argued Jimenez, surprised by the sudden change in attitude.


    "Yes. That was the original idea." Linda said with her fingers crossed. "However, this year''s experiment has been a success. The B-Team has already overtaken the A-Team. It wouldn''t make sense to pay for players who will not help the sport."


    Philip sighed, clearly dissatisfied with how the situation had turned out. "This will not be easy. The parents, the agents, the sponsors... Everyone will question this change. We need a clear communication plan." Continue your journey at empire


    "Leave that to us," said Alex confidently, which made everyone look at him in surprise. "What? I have a special way with other people''s parents. All the in-laws I''ve ever had have adored me. Besides, the important thing now is to make sure that the players accept this and that the transition is smooth."


    -:-


    The following morning, Sunday, the two groups were called together for a meeting in the auditorium of the training center.


    The players arrived in silence, and whispers filled the room as they waited for the coaches to enter.


    Lucas sat next to Arthur and Raphael, chatting normally.


    When Eddie and Jimenez entered, accompanied by Philip and Linda, the silence settled. Eddie was the first to speak.


    "Good morning, everyone. First, I''d like to congratulate everyone on their efforts yesterday. It was an intense match, and everyone showed commitment." He paused, observing the players'' cautious expressions. "But we have to be honest. Yesterday''s game was more than a friendly. It was an assessment to determine which group is best prepared to represent Brighton in the major competitions."


    There was a buzz, but Eddie held up his hand for silence. "We''ve decided to promote Team-B to the main role, based on their performance. This doesn''t mean that Team-A isn''t talented, but that, at this time, we believe this is the best decision for the club."


    Ethan stood up abruptly. "That''s absurd! You can''t just replace us like that!"


    Jimenez intervened, with a firm tone. "Ethan, you had your chance yesterday. You all did. But soccer is about merit. And Team-B showed more."


    Willian, still seated, spoke calmly. "And what happens to us? Are we going to be written off?"


    Eddie shook his head. "Not at all. In fact, four of you have been chosen to reinforce the B-Team. Kevin, Parker, Javier, Simon and you, Willian. We believe you have a lot to contribute to this team this season."


    The chosen ones exchanged glances, while the other A-Team players looked even more dejected.


    Ethan, visibly frustrated, shook his head and left the room, saying nothing.


    In the afternoon of the same day, someone introduced the players chosen for Team B to the group.


    Kevin, Parker, Javier and Willian joined Lucas and the others on the training pitch.


    Felix, as captain of Team-B, welcomed them. He walked up to Javier, holding out his hand. "Welcome to the team."


    Javier shook his hand with a restrained smile. "I hope we can work well together."


    The integration began with light training and group dynamics. It was Sunday, after all.


    Training ended shortly after midday, when the sun was high. The players gathered in the center of the pitch to hear the last instructions from Eddie, who thanked them for their commitment and asked them to focus on training on Tuesday, because Monday would be off.


    After the brief talk, the groups dispersed, walking towards the changing room.


    It was then that Lucas took courage. He spotted Willian, who was away, adjusting his socks near the bench. This was his chance. Taking a deep breath, he walked towards his new teammate.


    "Willian!" he called, stopping a few steps away.


    Willian looked up, but didn''t answer immediately. He finished adjusting his socks. Then, he straightened up and crossed his arms. He stared at Lucas with a disinterested expression. "What?"


    Lucas frowned, but kept his posture. He knew this conversation would not be easy. "I wanted to talk about... what happened at the game yesterday. The things I said."


    Willian raised an eyebrow, but his fundamental expression didn''t change. "Oh, that. What about it?"


    "I... made a mistake." Lucas chose his words carefully, trying to convey sincerity. "I shouldn''t have said that you only thought of yourself or that your mentality was wrong. It''s not for me to judge what you think or how you see the game."


    Willian tilted his head slightly, as if pondering for a moment. Then he shrugged, his cynical smile turning to indifference. "Whatever."


    Lucas blinked, surprised by the casual response. "What do you mean, ''whatever''? I''m trying to apologize."


    Willian shook his head, walking towards the changing room. "You saying that didn''t change anything. Not even the result of the game matters. I''m still in the first team, so, honestly, it makes no difference."


    Lucas stood still for a moment, staring at Willian''s back as he walked away. His jaw clenched, and he clenched his fist tightly. The calm he had worked so hard to maintain was fading fast.


    ''This guy... He really doesn''t care about anything but himself,'' he thought, his face hot with irritation.

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    The conversation with Willian hadn''t gone as Lucas had hoped. He imagined that by apologizing, things might improve between them and flow smoothly, but all he got was more indifference. It irritated him deeply.He finally turned and walked towards the changing room. On the way, he bumped into Arthur and Raphael, who were waiting for him near the entrance. They both noticed his closed expression and exchanged a quick glance before speaking.


    "So? How was it?" asked Raphael, crossing his arms.


    Lucas sighed, shaking his head. "It was terrible. He doesn''t care about anything I said."


    Arthur put a hand on his shoulder. "It''s no surprise. That''s just the way Willian is. He''s the selfish type, focused on what''s best for him. But maybe with time, things will change."


    "I don''t know..." Lucas muttered, still frustrated. "If he carries on like this, how are we going to build a united team? We''ve had enough tension between the two groups."


    Raphael agreed with a nod. "Yes, and it''s going to get worse now that they''ve brought these A-Team people here. It''s not just Willian. Some of them still think they should be the starters."


    Lucas knew Raphael was right. The A-Team, now reduced and mixed with the B-Team, still carried the shadow of the old hierarchy. There was obvious resentment among the players.


    Those who used to be in Team-B, led by Felix, were proud of the progress they had made, but they were also suspicious of their new teammates. A feeling of displacement and frustration affected the A-Team players, especially those not picked to boost the B-Team.


    -:-


    On Monday, the first full training session with the new formation took place. The atmosphere on the pitch was tense.


    Felix tried to maintain order as captain, but even he seemed uncertain about how to handle the situation.


    During the initial exercises, there were two distinct groups in the team. On one hand, the former B-Team members, like Lucas, Arthur, Raphael, and Felix, worked well together. They had fluid communication and positive energy.


    On the other, the players from Team-A, including Kevin, Parker, Javier and Willian, formed their own closed circle.


    There was little interaction between the two groups, and when there was, it was brief.


    Coach Eddie noticed the division and tried to intervene during tactical training. He organized activities that required cooperation between players from both groups, but the results were mixed.


    In an attack versus defense drill, Felix tried to coordinate the offense. But, Willian ignored his instructions and tried a solo move. The defense ended up with the ball.


    "Willian, that''s not how we''re playing!" Felix complained, his voice firm.


    Willian just shrugged. "I saw an opportunity. You didn''t follow it up." S~ea??h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Daniel, who was in defense, huffed in frustration. He knew it would not end well.


    -:-


    After training, the atmosphere in Brighton''s new U20 changing room was strange.


    The large, modern space impressed the former B-Team players. Gleaming cabinets, comfortable light wood benches and carefully planned lighting gave the room an air of professionalism. For many there, it was the first time they had had access to such a sophisticated, changing room.


    Lucas entered and stopped in the middle of the space, looking at everything with admiration.


    "Not bad." he commented wryly, glancing at Raphael, who was putting his backpack in the designated locker. "Much better than the cubicle we used to stay in."


    Raphael laughed, but his tone was restrained. "Absolutely. It feels like we''re finally being treated like a real team. But look at them..." he said, gesturing discreetly to the group gathered in a corner.


    On the other side of the dressing room, the former A-Team players occupied an area near the door. Kevin and Parker chatted quietly. Meanwhile, Javier, the skilled midfielder, read the tactical instructions for today''s training.


    Willian, as always, had his headphones on, isolated from the rest.


    "They act like they''re still Team-A and we''re Team-B," observed Arthur, who had just arrived. He threw his water bottle on the bench and sat down next to Lucas. "They hardly talk to us. As if we were inferior."


    Lucas shook his head in agreement. "But that''s going to change. We''re one team now, and they''re going to have to accept that."


    Although coach Eddie had insisted on integration, the former A-Team members seemed reluctant to give up their identity. For them, losing their elite status was a hard blow. They were used to being the first, the most prominent, the ones who played in the main games. Now, sharing space and, worse, accepting the leadership of players demoted to a secondary position was a blow to their self-esteem.


    On the other hand, the former B-Team members had come from a background of sweat and hard work, built away from the spotlight. Now that they had the chance to play as equals, they didn''t want old prejudices to hinder their progress.


    The players, scattered around the benches and lockers, avoided eye contact, immersed in their thoughts. Find your next read at empire


    Coach Eddie walked in, clipboard in hand. He had to gain control before things got out of hand. He stopped in the center of the locker room, looked around, and snorted.


    "Right, lads. I want you all to drop what you''re doing and pay attention. We need to talk. Now."


    The players stopped what they were doing. Some crossed their arms, others leaned back in their seats.


    Willian took off his headphones with an expression of displeasure.


    Eddie let a moment of silence stretch out before continuing. "I know that many of you are dissatisfied. I know that unifying the teams wasn''t easy, and I also know that there''s a lot of unresolved issues. But if we want to have any chance of success as a team, this has to change. And it needs to change now."


    The coach walked slowly through the changing room, looking at each group. "You know what I see? Two different teams. The old Team-B, full of desire and fighting spirit. And the old A-Team, with experience and talent. But neither of these teams is Brighton U20. And as long as you continue to act like enemies, neither of you will be."


    Raphael raised his hand, hesitantly. "With all due respect, Eddie, it''s difficult to work with people who don''t want to cooperate."


    "And I understand that, Raphael," Eddie replied, with an understanding tone. "But what you need to understand is that this is the kind of challenge that is part of soccer. You''re in a competitive environment, and no one is going to give up their ambitions for free. Find a way of working together, even with your differences."


    "And why do we have to change?" Javier''s voice cut through the silence like a knife. He stood up and crossed his arms, his posture defiant. "We''re the ones who carried Brighton''s name last season. New players arrive and we''re cast aside? We''re the ones who took on the big teams. And now we have to give up our position to players who weren''t even at the same level? How does that make sense?"


    Javier''s statement provoked murmurs among the players of the former A-Team. Willian, who had remained silent until then, leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees, but said nothing.


    Eddie faced Javier directly. "I understand it''s difficult, Javier. But I want to make something very clear: we''re not here to talk about your past actions. We''re here to build something new. And if you, or anyone else, aren''t willing to adapt, there may be no place for you on this team."


    Javier clenched his fists, but didn''t reply. Eddie continued.


    "We have an incredible squad here. Felix, as captain, showed excellent leadership in the B-Team. Kevin and Parker, you have an experience that could be crucial for our defense. Lucas and Raphael, your chemistry on the pitch is something few teams have. And Willian..." Eddie stopped, staring at the striker. "You''re one of the best finishers I''ve seen come through Brighton. But if you keep playing on your own, you''re not going anywhere."


    Willian, in a rare moment of self-awareness, remained silent. Eddie noticed and seized the opportunity.


    "Look around. Each of you brings something unique to this team. But if you keep fighting amongst yourselves, all you''ll achieve is wasting your potential. And I''ll be honest: I will not waste time on players who don''t want to be here."


    Felix, who was sitting with a pensive expression, raised his head. "What if we tried something different? Some kind of activity to break the ice?"


    "Good idea, Felix," replied Eddie. "But it has to come from you. I can''t force it. Want it."


    Javier, still reluctant, snorted. "What if we just left things as they are? That might work."


    Lucas, who until then had been quiet, stood up. "Work how? With you ignoring us on the pitch? With Willian playing alone? That''s not soccer, Javier. And that''s not what we''re here for. We''re here to win as a team."


    Javier''s eyes narrowed, but the dressing room fell silent.


    Eddie seized the moment. "Look, I know this will not be resolved in a day. But it starts here. I want each of you to think about what you''re bringing to the team. And, above all, what''s stopping you from connecting? If you can''t sort that out, you can forget about any dreams of reaching the top of English and European soccer."


    After these words, Eddie left the dressing room, leaving the players alone with their thoughts. Silence reigned for a few minutes before Felix stood up.


    "Eddie''s right," he said, his voice firm. "We''re not going anywhere like this. And if Javier or anyone else has a problem with this, we''d better sort it out straight away. Because we''re not here to waste time."


    Willian finally spoke, but audibly. "Maybe... maybe we should try. I don''t like what''s happening, but I don''t like losing either."


    Raphael smiled. "That''s a start."


    "Nevertheless, Arthur, I promise to steal your spot and become the starting center forward," declared Willian, waging war on the hitherto quiet Arthur.

 Chapter 134 133 - Always

    Fierce competition marked the days that followed.On the training pitch, the players worked as hard as ever, each trying to prove his worth to coach Eddie and his team.


    Arthur turned the pressure and Willian''s statement into motivation, practicing finishing after hours and studying the techniques of great scorers.


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    Meanwhile, Willian wasn''t lagging either. His natural ability as a finisher shone through in training, but he knew he would need more than talent to stand out. For the first time, he seemed willing to listen and learn, albeit discreetly. It was common to see him talking to Parker or Kevin about positioning in the air, something he had previously ignored.


    The intense training sessions, however, only highlighted the divisions in the squad. The internal tensions after the teams were reunited quickly spread throughout Brighton''s training center.


    Staff commented in the corridors, and rumors reached the administrative offices.


    The situation gained even more attention when the Brighton Times, a local newspaper, published a story entitled: "Confusing internal decisions complicate the future of Brighton U20s".


    The article, signed by a veteran journalist, described everything that had happened in the U20 team over the last month. It covered the sift and the match that decided which team would be first. It also noted the difficult integration of the former A and B teams. There were reports from anonymous sources about perceived favoritism by the coaches and the pressure for results next season. After all, they had dismissed most of the players from the old U-20 first team.


    "While the club insists on creating a super youth team, they seem to build a house of cards that''s about to collapse." the text concluded.


    The news caused a stir, both at the club and at the Seyek Institute, where many of the players were studying.


    During classes, curious looks followed the young athletes through the corridors, and whispers were constant. For the players, this added even more weight to their backs.


    "Did you see what they wrote about us?" asked Felix, holding the newspaper with a grim expression in the CT cafeteria.


    Raphael picked up the paper, reading the headline aloud. "''Confusing internal decisions hamper the future of Brighton''s Under-20s''. Is this serious?" He threw the paper on the table. "Now my first headline is negative. Great."


    Lucas sighed. "This isn''t our fault. Let''s get on with our work. Today our Youth League group will be announced and this weekend we have an important game against Brentfort."


    Raphael stared at Lucas for a moment, his lips pursed in a thin line of frustration.


    "You''re right," he finally admitted, crossing his arms on the table. "This isn''t our fault. But that doesn''t mean they won''t put all the responsibility on us."


    Felix nodded slowly, still holding the newspaper. He closed it with an abrupt movement and set it aside.


    "They want negative headlines? Let''s give them something else to publish. A victory. Maybe two." He looked at Lucas. "But that depends on all of us, right?"


    Lucas smiled, relieved to see his colleagues reacting. "Yes. We''re all in the same boat. And if Brentford thinks we''re weakened, it''ll be the perfect chance to shut them up."


    Lucas'' optimism didn''t erase the tension. But, it stopped the team from sinking into pessimism.


    With a sigh, the group resumed their meal. They discussed the training moves as if the criticisms in the Brighton Times, echoing off the cafeteria walls, weren''t there.


    That week''s training sessions weren''t just intense; they were almost brutal. Eddie, the coach, seemed determined to turn the scandal into fuel. Under his watchful eye, the players dedicated themselves to each exercise, sweat running down their faces in rivers.


    Felix and Lucas worked incessantly on quick transitions in midfield, while Daniel and Luiz Fernando, as leaders in defense, honed their communication skills to avoid holes in the tactical system.


    -:-


    "Well done, Lucas! That''s how we break these lines!" shouted Denis, as the midfielder played a perfect deep pass to Miguel.


    On the other side of the pitch, Willian and Ethan were fiercely competing to prove who was the team''s real top scorer. Their shots exploded into the goal with a force that left the goalkeepers with numb arms.


    Parker, watching the scene, let out a short laugh: "Those two are going to destroy the net before any official game."


    The comment drew laughter from some players, easing the tension between the two groups. But everyone knew that the rivalry between Ethan and Willian was more than just healthy competition. Coach Eddie, however, seemed indifferent. He wanted results and, if internal competitiveness brought them, then so be it.


    When the day of the trip to the first Premier Youth League match arrived, the atmosphere in the clubhouse was full of anticipation. The players were loading their bags and equipment onto the bus, many talking in hushed tones. Some seemed confident, others were visibly nervous.


    Raphael, ever the joker, tried to lighten the mood. "What''s up, Felix? Have you thought about your pose to celebrate the header?"


    Felix rolled his eyes, but a smile appeared on his lips. "I''ll only worry about that after I''ve scored. What about you? Will you be able to avoid a yellow card today for simulation?"


    The provocation drew laughter, but the conversation soon died down as the bus left the training grounds.


    They were headed to Brentford Stadium. The engine and low music from the players'' headphones broke the silence in the vehicle.


    Lucas, sitting next to Arthur, watched the scenery pass by the window.


    "Are you ready for this?" he asked, breaking the silence. They had grown even closer after the last game.


    Arthur, who was distractedly looking at his hands, turned to his friend. "I am. But I will not lie... It feels like there''s a stone in my stomach. Do you think it''ll pass?"


    Lucas smiled. "No. It only gets worse until the whistle blows. After that, you forget everything. You just play."


    Arthur returned the smile and thought: ''I don''t know if it''s because he''s from Japan and has a unique culture, but Lucas is really very calm and mature. Does he feel any pressure?''


    Lucas leaned back in the bus seat, trying to push away the thoughts that kept returning. The London landscape flashed indistinctly past the window, a mosaic of gray and green tones that seemed to reflect his state of mind. He knew he was coping well with the pressure, but even the calmest person has their moments of doubt.


    On the outside, Lucas seemed unshakeable. He always had a word of encouragement for his teammates, a well thought-out plan for the midfield and a calmness that made the others feel secure. But inside, he felt the weight of it all. The devastating article in the Brighton Times, the club''s expectations, and the rivalries. There were days when he wondered if he was really ready for it all.


    But Lucas wasn''t the type to give in. The skills he had cultivated were his own, and he was sure he could develop even further, even without the help of the system.


    Yes, the current moment at the club was like sailing on a rough sea. However, he knew the calm would come if he persisted. And he needed to persist. He needed to stand out. After all, the ultimate goal wasn''t just to win titles; it was to be noticed by Brighton''s first team. And that required much more than talent. It required patience, resilience, and the ability to overcome adversity.


    The bus swayed slightly as it made its way through the narrow streets towards Brentford Stadium. Some players had their eyes closed, perhaps trying to meditate or just pretending to be asleep. Others were talking quietly, exchanging nervous jokes.


    As the bus made the last turn towards the venue, Lucas looked out of the window again.


    Brentford''s ground was smaller than Brighton''s, but they weren''t a team to be underestimated because they weren''t a big club.


    The dressing room was silent when they arrived. Each player was concentrating on their own rituals.


    Lucas sat in the corner next to Daniel. The defender, always quiet, seemed calm, but Lucas knew it was just a facade. Daniel had an enormous responsibility as the leader of the defense, and he felt that pressure as much as any other player.


    "Ready for today?" asked Lucas, without expecting a specific answer. It was more of an attempt to lighten the mood.


    Daniel gave a slight smile. "Always. And you?"


    Lucas nodded. "Always."


    Eddie entered the changing room at that moment, bringing with him the same aura of authority that always made the players straighten up. The coach looked at each of them before speaking.


    "You know what''s at stake. This isn''t just your debut in the Premier Youth League. It''s a chance to show the club, the press and yourselves what you''re made of. I know the last few weeks have been tough. I know that many of you are still trying to find your place in this group. But today, I want you to put all that aside. Today, we are a team. And a team plays together, wins together and loses together. Understood?"


    "Understood?" he repeated, louder.


    "Yes, sir!" they replied in unison. S§×ar?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Eddie nodded, satisfied. "Good. Now, let''s go. Felix, Lucas and Denis, I want quick transitions in the middle. Miguel and Raphael, you''ll need to use your speed on the wings. Ethan, today you start as center-forward. Understood?"

 Chapter 135 134 - Brentford U20

    The Brentford U20 coach, a stocky man with a shaved head that reflected the light, was standing in front of his tactical drawing board, working out the last details of the imminent clash against Brighton.Critics often faulted his overly conservative approach, but his ruthless defensive style yielded undeniable results.


    Brentford U20s, under him, had become a tough team. They were known for their low block and ability to frustrate more technical opponents. They had conceded few goals.


    "They''ll try to press us, especially in the first few minutes," he said as he ran his eyes over the youthful faces of his players. "I want them to keep their lines compact. No desperate long passes or unnecessary dribbling attempts. We''ll suffocate their midfield and force them to play out wide. When we get the ball back, we''ll attack at speed. Is that clear?"


    "Yes, sir!" they replied in unison.


    Brentford''s captain, a tall defender called Marcus, stood up. He was the pillar of the defense, known as much for his physical presence as for his natural leadership on the pitch. "They have fast players up front, but that''s all we know. They''re a completely new team, they won''t be meshing, and they won''t have the same synchronicity that we have. We''ll take advantage of that," said Marcus.


    At the same time, in the Brighton dressing room, Eddie had finished laying out his initial strategy. He then left the players alone for a few minutes before heading out onto the pitch to warm up.


    Lucas was calmly adjusting his shin pads, while around him the other players were adjusting their boots, warming their fists or just taking deep breaths, trying to control their anxiety.


    "Their team is known for its strong defensive capabilities." commented Arthur. "That''s been their characteristic since last season. They''re experts at it. We''ll need a lot of patience to open up spaces."


    Lucas nodded. "If we can keep up the pace and avoid losing the ball in dangerous areas, they''ll wear down. And when that happens, we''ll take advantage."


    Outside, the small stands of the Brentfort CT were taking on some color. Colorful coats of local fans, friends, family, and Brentford staff scattered around the stands contrasted with the grey London sky.


    The Premier Youth League didn''t attract vast crowds yet. But, the games were streamed online. They were followed by top team scouts and coaches. For many of those youngsters, this was a showcase for something bigger.


    When the Brighton players took to the pitch for their warm-up, a mixture of applause greeted them and booing from the small opposing crowd.


    Felix led the line of players. In the distance, he could see Marcus and other Brentford players watching, talking to each other as they stretched. They were analyzing, just as Brighton was doing the same.


    After a few minutes of warming up, they went back to the changing rooms. In the blink of an eye, they were on the pitch again, this time to start the match.


    When the referee blew his whistle to call the team captains to the center, he said:


    "The game will be clean, gentlemen. I expect the same from your teams. Understood?" He looked from one to the other as he held up the coin.


    They both nodded, almost at the same time. The coin was tossed into the air, spinning in golden reflections under the gray London sky. Marcus won the toss and chose to start with the ball.


    The moment the referee blew the whistle, Brentford showed their plan: intense pressing in midfield and very compact lines.


    The Brighton players, still adjusting to the rhythm of a league match, found it difficult to get forward. Every pass was contested, every attempt at progression intercepted. Brentfort had little creativity on the ball, but they didn''t let their opponents play either.


    Arthur, positioned in the attack alongside Miguel and Raphael, seemed restless. His gaze swept the field urgently, looking for gaps that simply didn''t exist, and whenever someone further forward, picked up the ball, he asked for a pass.


    "Hey, I''m here!"


    "Pass it to me!"


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    "Me!"


    He zig-zagged between Marcus and the other defenders, trying to open up spaces, but he seemed trapped in an invisible web. Defenders tackled him twice before he could even finish.


    "Arthur, calm down!" shouted Lucas from the back, trying to offer support.


    Lucas knew what was happening. Willian, on the bench, was more than a substitute. He was the constant shadow Arthur felt behind him, a silent reminder that any mistake could mean losing his place in the starting line-up. Lucas also felt this pressure at times, but it was easier for him to hide it under a calm fa?ade.


    In the first ten minutes, Brentford dominated, not with dangerous attacks, but with a solid defense that frustrated Brighton at every attempt to break forward and gave no space for shots.


    Denis, a very experienced midfielder, dropped back to get the ball. He tried to organize the game. But, two opponents quickly challenged every pass he made. Brentford''s strategy was to suffocate Brighton before they could find a rhythm.


    "Come on, guys, get around quicker!" shouted Felix, trying to encourage the team. But even he seemed to get annoyed with the opposition''s tactics.


    On the Brentford side, Marcus was showing why he was captain. He was gesticulating, shouting instructions and constantly positioning his teammates. When Raphael tried a daring dribble and cut inside the area, Marcus expected the move and stole the ball.


    Arthur fell to his knees on the pitch, looking up at the sky for a brief second before quickly getting up. He knew he couldn''t leave any room for doubt.


    "Damn..." he muttered softly.


    Sensing the growing tension, Lucas retreated to get the ball as well. He knew that Brighton needed a spark to break the monotony of the game. At one point, he received a quick pass from Denis and turned quickly, evading his marker. With a long pass, he found Miguel on the right wing, who tried to advance down the flank but was blocked.


    Lucas looked around. Brentford''s lines were closed in like a wall, but he knew every wall had a flaw. He just needed time to find it, and soon he did. Sear?h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    At the side of the pitch, Alex, the assistant coach, frowned as he watched his players intently. He held a clipboard and pen, scribbling down ideas in search of a solution.


    "What are you writing?" asked Eddie, the coach, without taking his eyes off the pitch.


    "I''m thinking of suggesting that we space the players out more and try longer balls. They''re pressing a lot in midfield, and we''re losing possession too easily. Maybe crosses could create more danger."


    Eddie shook his head slowly, without taking his eyes off the match. "Save it for now, Alex. I think they''re finding a solution on their own. Look at Lucas."


    Alex followed Eddie''s gaze and saw Lucas retreating as the Brentford goalkeeper prepared to take a goal-kick. The junior player was chatting rapidly with Denis, gesturing with his hands. Denis, for his part, nodded, absorbing instructions.


    Lucas had noticed something that might have gone unnoticed by others. Brentford, with their relentless marking, was making one small mistake: being too aggressive. In several disputes, the Brentford players were a second too late, touching the opponent''s body more than the ball. It was only a matter of time before the referee started punishing this with fouls. And fouls meant chances.


    As the Brentford goalkeeper kicked the ball forward, Lucas returned to his position. He muttered to Denis, "Let''s force them into fouls.""


    Denis arched an eyebrow. "Fouls? How?"


    "Keep the ball close, provoke contact. They''ll be desperate to steal the ball and they''ll make mistakes. We need to make the referee feel that they''re holding up the game. Once he marks more fouls against them, they''ll ease the pressure, and that opens up spaces for us."


    Denis didn''t reply, but understanding shone in his eyes.


    In the next move, when the ball was won back by Brighton, Denis retreated with it, deliberately controlling it and waiting for contact. Two Brentford players came to press. Denis shielded the ball with his body, and when one of them tried a shot, contact was inevitable. The whistle blew. Foul for Brighton.


    Outside the pitch, Eddie smiled almost imperceptibly. "They''re learning to play the mental game," he commented to Alex.


    Lucas quickly positioned himself to take the free-kick. Instead of shooting straight into the box, he rolled the ball to Felix, who was free on the right. Felix tried to advance, but was again blocked by Brentford''s defensive wall. Still, the pattern repeated itself. Every time Brighton regained possession, they held the ball up, provoking contact and drawing fouls.


    The referee gradually paid more attention to Brentford''s aggression. Meanwhile, Brentford captain Marcus was noticing the change in the game''s dynamic.


    He called one of his teammates over for a quick chat during a break. "We need to be more careful. The referee is picking on us. We can''t give them fouls in dangerous areas."


    But that was easier said than done. Brentford''s low-blocking tactics relied on aggressive marking, and any relaxation in that approach could open up gaps for Brighton. Marcus knew this, but he also knew that the referee would not hesitate to punish excesses.


    ''That''s the bad part of our tactics, and Brighton realized it within a few minutes... they studied us and took us out of our comfort zone. There''s no way they could have realized our tactics and adapted so quickly,'' Marcus thought.

 Chapter 136 135 - Free-kick

    Brentford was back, compact, but visibly more cautious. There was a slight tension, almost imperceptible, but for Lucas, it was clear as day.The ball rolled again and Lucas, with his keen reading of the game, strategically positioned himself in the space between the midfield line and the opposition defense.


    Denis, now aware of Lucas'' plan, kept possession not by trying to break down the opposition''s defense, but by trying to be broken down, protecting the ball and forcing fouls. When one of the Brentford midfielders approached to steal the ball, Denis spun on his axis, forcing contact.


    The referee''s whistle blew once again.


    The referee quickly took the free-kick, and Lucas received the ball at his feet. He took a light touch and advanced, facing one of the opposing defenders.


    The small but excited crowd held their breath as Lucas skillfully guided the ball, making small sideways movements. When the defender tried to shoot, Lucas tilted his body to the opposite side, escaping elegantly.


    He was now just a few meters from the edge of the penalty area. Sensing Marcus'' approach, Lucas again tried to turn, but Marcus intercepted him with a sudden contact.


    The impact threw him to the ground, prompting a chorus of protests from the Brighton side.


    "Foul!" shouted Eddie, raising his arms towards the referee.


    The referee, without hesitation, signaled the infringement and pointed to the exact spot. It was a dangerous foul, almost central, a few meters from the penalty area.


    The Brentford team complained, gesturing to the referee, but he stood firm, ignoring their protests.


    Lucas stood up slowly, rubbing his shoulder. Despite the pain, there was a small smile at the corner of his mouth. He knew this was the moment Brighton needed.


    Denis walked up to the ball with an air of concentration. His accurate free kicks in training were renowned, and he knew his teammates trusted him to score. He placed the ball on the pitch carefully, adjusting the position until it was perfect.


    But before he could position himself for the kick, Felix approached, his countenance resolute.


    "Leave that one to me, Denis?" asked Felix. "That distance is perfect for me. Trust me."


    Denis arched an eyebrow. He wasn''t the type who liked to give up these opportunities, because he already had a few chances to score his goals. He looked around at Lucas, who just shrugged, leaving the decision in Denis'' hands.


    "Right. But make it worth your while," Denis replied, taking a few steps back.


    Felix nodded. He handled the ball once more, even though it was perfectly placed, as if he wanted to connect with it before taking it.


    The Brentford goalkeeper set up the barrier, gesturing to his teammates. Marcus positioned himself next to the barrier, ready to jump if necessary or block a cross.


    Felix took four slow steps back, measuring the distance carefully. His countenance was closed, concentrated.


    Outside, Alex whispered something to Eddie, but the coach kept his eyes on the pitch.


    Felix positioned himself with the calm of someone carrying the weight of a decisive moment on his shoulders, but without showing the slightest sign of hesitation.


    "He''s going to hit hard, that''s for sure," whispered Parker on the bench.


    "If he misses, the other guy there will get angry." Javier replied.


    Brentford''s goalkeeper, a tall, slim young man called Rory, moved nervously on the line, spreading his arms, pointing to adjust the barrier.


    "Close right! Watch out for the low shot!"


    Lucas, standing near the area, observed everything. He knew Felix had more tricks than he realized. He was an unpredictable player, capable of alternating between brute force and surgical precision, but something in his posture at that moment showed an obvious choice: power. At this distance, if he tried to be technical, the goalkeeper would have time to look for the ball anywhere in the goal.


    Felix took another step back, his eyes flickering towards the goal. The barrier moved slightly, trying to guess which side he would choose. Sear?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    From the bench, Eddie didn''t blink. He knew the boy lived for moments like this, where all the pressure in the world seemed to feed his confidence. Alex, standing next to him, murmured with a slight smile:


    "He''s going to send up a rocket."


    The referee blew the whistle, and time seemed to slow down.


    Felix set off with a quick run, and his right foot met the ball with a resounding impact, like thunder breaking the silence. The sound echoed across the pitch, and the ball soared upwards, whirling through the air with overwhelming force, a comet heading for its destination.


    The barrier jumped, but it was useless. Felix had calculated every detail. The ball sailed over, grazing the tops of heads, before suddenly diving.


    Rory, the goalkeeper, reacted late. His feet moved as if they were stuck to the ground, and when he finally jumped, the ball was already crossing the goal line.


    The impact with the net was explosive. The ball flew past the top right corner, making the net vibrate like an instrument played to perfection. For an instant, time froze. Then the pitch erupted in euphoria.


    "GOAAAL!" shouted Alex, tapping Eddie on the shoulder, who allowed a rare smile to escape.


    Felix raised his arms, his serious countenance breaking into a cry of pure ecstasy. He ran towards the left corner and his teammates crushed him in hugs.


    Denis was the first to reach him, slapping him on the back with a satisfied smile.


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    "You did great, partner!"


    "You''ve got ice in your veins!" said Raphael, patting Felix on the bare head.


    "Yeah, and fire in the foot." Felix replied.


    At the other end, Brentford looked dejected. Marcus approached the goalkeeper, helping him up while muttering words of encouragement.


    "There was no catch, man. It''s all right."


    The referee gestured for a restart, but the vibration of the goal still hung in the air.


    Meanwhile, Eddie took advantage of the moment to shout instructions. "Lucas, control the middle! Denis, drop back a bit more, close the gaps! They''ll have to come up!"


    The ball went back to Brentford, who immediately adopted a more aggressive stance to equalize. Their players pushed forward, searching the flanks with insistence.


    However, Brighton, buoyed by the goal and the meticulous organization of Lucas and Felix, was ready.


    Denis fell back a bit to close the gaps with Felix. Raphael moved to the middle, to intercept any low passes.


    In the 22nd minute, a dangerous attack began on the right. One of their midfielders received the ball from Rory, the goalkeeper, and laid it off to a teammate in the middle. Two touches high, Brentford was in Brighton''s half.


    A deep pass found the opposing striker, who controlled with skill. He faced defenders Daniel and Luiz.


    Felix ran to cover, anticipating the danger. He stretched out his right arm and shouted: "Luiz, hold the line!"


    The striker feinted to his left, fooling Daniel for a moment, but not Felix. With a precise movement, Felix glided across the pitch in a neat cart, snatching the ball from his opponent''s feet. He stood up quickly, looking around to restart the move.


    "Raphael, go! Miguel, open up on the right!" shouted Felix, raising his hand and pointing.


    Daniel received the quick pass and did exactly what Felix had in mind when he asked the wingers to run, launching a long ball that found Miguel at speed.


    Miguel took it in his stride and sprinted down the right flank, using his explosiveness to outpace his marker. The back line was approaching, but Miguel had other plans. He cut inside, leaving two defenders behind, and crossed low into the area.


    Arthur was in position, but a Brentford defender got there first, deflecting the ball for a corner. It was a missed opportunity, but the move raised Brighton''s spirits even more.


    From the bench, Eddie shouted: "Yes, yes! That''s it! Keep pressing!"


    At the corner, Lucas calmly walked over to the ball. His eyes swept the area like a general inspecting the battlefield.


    Denis positioned himself near the penalty spot, while Daniel and Arthur jostled with the Brentford defenders.


    Lucas raised his left arm, signaling the rehearsed move. He took two steps back and hit the center of the ball. The cross was closed, with a curve that messed up the defense and surprised the goalkeeper, who was ready to catch the ball in the middle of the penalty area.


    ''Son of a bitch,'' thought Rory.


    Lucas had practically shot at goal, as if he was trying to score an Olympic goal, which forced Rory to back up quickly and make a great save. However, the fact that he hadn''t grabbed the ball was to the great detriment of the team, which was compressed in defense.


    Rory fell to the ground as the tussle in the box began. By coincidence or luck, the ball fell into Arthur''s lap, who just had to tuck it away and shoot it into the air and into the back of the net.


    [Brighton 2-0 Brentfort.]

 Chapter 137 136 - Masters of Movement

    Despite the blow of Brighton''s second goal, Brentfort was still resilient, calm and organized. The game had two halves, so there was no reason to despair.The coach, a gray-haired man with a calm countenance, was signaling explicit instructions. Brentford was not a team that crumbled easily and, contrary to what much might think, their strategy was not based solely on fouls or rough play. They were masters of movement, something that quickly became apparent.


    Lucas observed the opposition formation, trying to understand how they would react. Brentford''s players began exchanging quick passes, but with impressive precision and speed.


    The ball passed from the central defender to the left-back, then to the midfielder, who quickly returned it to midfield. Two touches, three at most.


    Denis, who had dropped back to help with the marking, sensed this change.


    "Close in, Felix!" he shouted, as the nearest opponent moved out of reach.


    Lucas tried to expect a pass, but was taken aback by the speed with which the ball changed direction. Brentford was dictating the pace, looking to exploit the flanks with their speedy winger.


    Miguel and Raphael returned to help with the marking, but Brentford was patient. They were in no hurry.


    "Don''t play in their hands!" Eddie shouted from the bench, realizing that Brighton was being pulled into their opponents'' web.


    In a move down the left, the Brentford winger surged forward, receiving a perfect pass in depth. He controlled the ball with a soft touch and looked into the area, but didn''t immediately cross. Instead, he dropped back into midfield, restarting the passing game. They wanted to find a gap, and Brighton was conceding.


    "Hold the line! Don''t get disorganized!" Lucas was trying to reorganize the team.


    In a quick combination, the Brentford No10 received the ball in the middle, dribbled past Denis and found the striker on the edge of the box with a cross.


    Luiz ran to close the space, but the striker was skillful. He feinted to the right, deceiving Luiz, before shooting with force. The ball sailed just wide of the post, drawing gasps from the home crowd.


    "Wake up, lads!" Eddie shouted, visibly frustrated.


    The Brighton manager knew Brentford was building something, and Brighton needed to react quickly.


    Brentford continued to press, their movement confusing Brighton''s marking.


    Lucas was constantly on the move, trying to cover the spaces left by his teammates, but it was a Herculean task.


    Then, in the 39th minute, the blow came. A quick sequence of passes left the Brentford left-back free. He broke into the area and crossed low behind. One of the opposing strikers, positioned in a space between Daniel and Luiz, got ahead of him and deflected the ball into the back of the net.


    "Brentford''s goal!" announced the narrator on the online broadcast, as the opposing players ran to retrieve the ball from the back of the net.


    [Brighton 2-1 Brentford].


    From the studio, the main narrator, Henry Martin, gave his analysis:


    "And now Brentford show why they are such a dangerous team. Many thought they were all about physical play, but that''s not the case. Brighton, who started the game so well, seems to have been lost on the pitch since the second goal. They seemed to think the match was settled. They couldn''t have been more wrong."


    Technical commentator Clara Rodrigues added:


    "Henry, what''s impressive is how Brentford has completely adapted their style of play. They started with that tough approach, full of fouls to undermine Brighton''s rhythm. Now they''re showing refined soccer, with quick passing and surgical precision. This has destabilized the away team''s defensive organization."


    Meanwhile, on the pitch, Lucas tried to cheer up his teammates.


    "Calm down, guys! We''re still ahead! Let''s wake up!" he shouted, trying to pump up the team.


    From the bench, Eddie looked frustrated. He was pacing back and forth with his arms crossed. Alex, the assistant coach, tried to reassure him.


    "They''ll react, Eddie. We still have the lead."


    Eddie shook his head. "If we keep playing like this, Alex, we won''t hold on for long. Brentford have found their rhythm. We need to change something before it''s too late."


    Meanwhile, the Brentford players were celebrating in moderation. There was no exaggeration, just a brief celebration before returning to their positions.


    In the center of the pitch, Lucas was talking to Denis and Felix, trying to reorganize the midfield.


    "They''re playing behind our full-backs and defenders. We need to close the spaces on the wings and force them to play through the middle. Denis, stay closer to Miguel and Felix. Help Loki when they come in from the right," said Lucas.


    Denis nodded, but Felix looked hesitant. "But what if they turn the tables? We can''t open ourselves up too much."


    "It''s a risk, but it''s better than leaving those crosses free. We''ll rely on our defensive line. Anton is usually pretty secure, too," Lucas replied firmly.


    The referee blew his whistle, and the game resumed. Brighton tried to regain control of the game, but Brentford, buoyed by the goal, was well marked and continued to dominate with their passing.


    The opposition players were constantly on the move. Quick passes made life difficult for Brighton, who was getting tired.


    "Brighton needs to react now. If they keep going backwards, they''ll end up conceding another goal." Henry said on the broadcast.


    Clara agreed. "Number 7 Tanaka seems to organize the team, but they need a collective attitude. They seem to have lost the aggression they had at the start of the game. And that''s dangerous against a team like Brentford." Continue your adventure with empire


    On the pitch, Denis received the ball near the halfway line. He looked ahead and saw Lucas breaking clear, but before he could make the pass, he was pressured by two Brentford players. Miguel tried to hold on to the ball, but was tackled and not fouled. Brentford regained possession and quickly advanced down the left flank.


    The Brentford left-back crossed into the area, but this time Daniel was alert and headed clear. The ball fell to Raphael, who tried to start a counter-attack. Loki, after receiving a pass, ran down the right but the opposing right-back intercepted him.


    "They''re winning every second ball," Felix muttered to Denis as he returned to his position. "We can''t hold possession for over three passes."


    Denis didn''t reply. He was focused on marking Brentford''s No. 10, who was orchestrating the opposition''s moves.


    "Come on, Brighton! Keep possession!" shouted Eddie from the bench, but the team seemed stuck in a spiral of insecurity. S~ea??h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    In the 43rd minute, Brentford had another dangerous chance. In a quick exchange of passes through the middle, the number 10 found the center forward on the edge of the box. He held on and shot as low as he could, but Anton made a great save, tipping the ball away for a corner.


    "What a save from Anton! He''s keeping Brighton in the lead!" exclaimed Henry on the broadcast.


    "But how long can he hold on? Brentford is getting more and more dangerous," warned Clara.


    The corner was taken and the ball, after a scrape in Daniel''s auburn hair, fell to the Brentford defender, who headed it into the goal.


    Anton, once again, was there to save Brighton, grabbing the ball safely.


    "We need to keep the ball longer. They''re suffocating us because we can''t keep possession."


    The message was simple, but the problem was in the execution. Brentford gave Brighton no room to think, and the first half ended with the impression that a draw was only a matter of time.


    At half-time, Eddie entered the dressing room with a gloomy expression. The players were panting, some sitting with their heads down, others massaging their legs.


    "Is that what you call soccer?" Eddie asked, irritated. "We started the game as the home side, controlling everything. And now? We''re letting them rule our field."


    Lucas raised his head. "They''ve completely changed the game, coach. They''re pressing a lot."


    "That''s no excuse. You''re in a hurry to clear the game, you''re trying passes you don''t need and you''re trying to dribble. That will not help us!"


    There was a murmur of agreement among the players. Miguel, who was sitting near the door, looked down at the floor, clearly disappointed with himself. He had lost several important possessions during the first half.


    Eddie took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before continuing. He looked at Alex, the assistant coach, who was already standing by the blackboard with a pen in his hand.


    "Let''s change the way we''re playing. First, Miguel, you''re going out."


    The young man looked up, surprised, but didn''t argue. He just nodded, knowing that he hadn''t lived up to expectations in that first half.


    "Willian, you''re coming on. I want you to play as a winger on the left. Take advantage of the opportunity to launch counter-attacks and open up space for the team. Lucas, you''ll need to be more central. You''ll help Felix and Denis in the middle, but you''ll also be the link between the middle and the attack. If you get the chance, please shoot from outside the area."


    "Our biggest problem in the first half was the space on the flanks. We need to close the lines. Loki and Aiden, I want you to be more attentive to the defensive back line. If you don''t, Brentford will continue to exploit this weakness. Understood?"


    The two players nodded vigorously. Eddie then quickly drew a line on the blackboard.


    "And one more thing. We''re going to change our passing game. No long, desperate passes. I want you to play short, calmly, but always looking to get forward. Haste is the enemy of perfection. Is that clear?"


    "Yes, sir," the players replied in unison.

 Chapter 138 137 - Game over

    The break ended. Eddie had adjusted the plan, but now everything depended on execution. On the opposite side, Brentford looked invigorated, confident that they could draw or even turn the game around.In the broadcast studio, Henry Martin enthusiastically resumed the broadcast. "Well, guys, the first half was a rollercoaster. Brighton started brightly, but Brentford responded in kind. With the score at 2-1, the second half promises to be electrifying. Clara, what can we expect from the next stage?"


    Clara Rodrigues adjusted her headphones and answered with her characteristic calm. "Brighton needs to regain their organization. Eddie has made clear adjustments, bringing on Willian and centralizing Lucas to strengthen the middle. Now it all depends on how the players adapt to these changes. Brentford, on the other hand, must keep pressing. If they keep up this pace, a draw is only a matter of time."


    As the teams positioned themselves, the narrator mentioned the other Premier Youth League matches. "On the other pitches, we have some updates. West Ham is beating Crystal Palace 1-0, while Manchester United is drawing 2-2 with Chelsea. The competition remains fierce, and these results could have an enormous influence on the overall standings."


    On the pitch, the referee blew his whistle, and the ball rolled again. From the start of the second half, Brighton was trying to get their act together. Willian, positioned on the left, was dynamic and direct. In one of his first interventions, he received a pass from Felix, dribbled past the Brentford right-back with a dry cut and attempted a cross. The ball was deflected for a corner, drawing applause from the visiting fans.


    "Yes, Willian, that''s what we need!" shouted Lucas begrudgingly.


    Denis took the corner, but the Brentford defense cleared safely. The ball fell to the Brentford No10, who immediately tried to start a counter-attack. However, Felix, on the lookout, intercepted it with a neat pass.


    "Not now, mate," muttered Felix, getting up quickly and playing a short ball to Lucas.


    Brighton needed to impose the pace of the game, but Brentford wasn''t making it easy. Their defensive lines were compact, and the midfield remained a fierce battle.


    Meanwhile, Eddie, with his arms crossed, and his gaze fixed on the pitch, was analyzing everything.


    Alex, next to him, commented quietly: "They''re trying, but we''re still struggling to keep the ball in the middle. We need to be quicker in transition."


    Eddie nodded. "Yes, but look at Willian. He could be the difference today. If we can get him on the ball more often, something will come of it."


    On the pitch, Brentford continued to exploit the flanks, but Brighton, now more organized, could neutralize their play. Aiden and Loki were attentive to the defensive back line, and Daniel and Luiz, the central defenders, looked more secure.


    In the 58th minute, Brighton had a simple chance. Willian received a deep pass from Lucas, outpaced the opposing defender, and broke into the box. With a subtle touch, he tried to dribble past the goalkeeper, but the latter deflected the ball with his fingertips. On the rebound, Lucas arrived with a first-time shot, but a defender who threw himself in front blocked the ball and cleared it off the line.


    "What a missed chance! Brighton are getting close, but they need to improve their finishing!" analyzed Henry,


    "Willian is being a key player, but he needs more support in the box. Lucas is doing his best, but it''s not enough against such a well-positioned defense. Brighton''s No9, Arthur, is out for the moment."


    In the 64th minute, Eddie made another change. He took off Miguel and brought on Hillebrand as a right winger, looking for a breather. The idea was clear: to speed up play on the wings and exploit the spaces left by Brentford, who were also beginning to show signs of fatigue.


    Brentford, however, continued to be dangerous. In the 63rd minute, their No10 received a pass on the edge of the box and shot wide. Anton once again pulled off a spectacular save to keep the ball out. Read chapters at empire


    "Anton is holding it together for Brighton. What a goalkeeper!" exclaimed Henry.


    The camera focused on the young goalkeeper, who was shouting to his teammates:


    "Let''s wake up! They will not take us down!"


    In the 70th minute came the moment Brighton fans had been waiting for. In a quick breakaway, Felix stole the ball in midfield and set Willian up on the left. The young winger took off at speed, dribbled past two defenders and crossed low. The ball traveled the length of the penalty area and found Hillebrand, who was free on the right. He calmly finished into the far corner, with no chance for the goalkeeper.


    "BRIGHTON''S GOOOAAAAL!" shouted Henry, as the players ran to hug Raphael.


    As the boys celebrated, Clara analyzed the move: "Brighton could exploit Brentford''s tiredness. But, I must say, coach Eddie made the right substitutions. Willian was brilliant in that move, but Hillebrand''s cool finish deserves a mention. Now it''s time to manage the game."


    With a two-goal lead, Brighton continued to prioritize possession. Lucas, Denis and Felix exchanged quick passes in midfield, while the full-backs supported only when necessary.


    Brentford, meanwhile, looked dejected. Marcus in particular. Despite a few sporadic attacks, they could no longer impose the same rhythm.


    In the final minutes, Eddie made his last substitution, bringing on Parker in place of Luiz to strengthen the defense. The final whistle blew in the 94th minute, sealing Brighton''s victory.


    "Game over! Brighton 3, Brentford 1. A great result for the away team, who showed resilience and knew how to adapt." said Henry.


    "Despite having struggled, this game proves that Brighton can compete very well this year. The news about the contradictory decision took us all by surprise, but it looks like they''ve put together a very complete team." Sear?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    In the changing rooms, Eddie gathered the team for a brief speech. "Good win, guys. But we can''t repeat the mistakes of the first half in a game with a better team. We have a lot to improve and the league is still a long way off. Enjoy this win, but be ready to work hard next week."


    The players smiled and celebrated quietly, aware that they had overcome a tough opponent.


    Lucas, while putting his boots in his backpack, felt a hand on his shoulder. The touch made him startle slightly. When he turned around, he saw Willian, still wearing his sweaty shirt from the game, staring at him with an expression he couldn''t immediately decipher.


    "Can we talk?" asked Willian, his voice lower than usual.


    Lucas hesitated. Despite their victory and the crucial role Willian had played, their relationship was complicated. Suspicious, he stammered:


    "Hm... sure. Right here?"


    Willian shook his head. "No. Let''s go out there, in the corridor."


    Lucas followed Willian, keeping some distance. The corridor was quiet, far from the euphoria of the changing room. The fluorescent light cast long shadows on the cold white walls.


    Willian leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. Lucas stood a few paces ahead, still holding the strap of his backpack as if it were an anchor. There was something uncomfortable about the silence that hung between them.


    "So, what do you want?" Lucas asked, suspicion clear in his voice.


    Willian held up his hands, as if to calm any reactivity.


    "It''s not what you think. I didn''t come here to argue, fight or anything like that."


    Lucas arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Then what is it?"


    Willian took a deep breath, as if organizing his thoughts before speaking. Finally, he let the words out:


    "You''re very good, Lucas. Maybe even genius."


    The silence that followed was so heavy that Lucas needed a moment to process what he had heard. Of all the things he had expected to hear from Willian, a compliment was at the bottom of the list. He blinked a few times, trying to assess whether it was a prank.


    "Are you... are you serious?" asked Lucas, frowning.


    Willian gave a small smile, without a trace of irony. "Totally serious. I''ve been thinking about it a lot since they put us on the same team. We''re both different, we think differently, it''s true. And sometimes it''s hard for me to admit that not everything has to be my way. But one thing that became clear today is that when we work together, we can do something great."


    Lucas relaxed his shoulders, but was still cautious.


    "We went through the same sieve to get into Brighton, remember?" Willian continued. "We went to different teams, it''s true. But now we''re in the same one. And if we carry on in this stupid dispute, we''re both going to lose. And, worse, the team will lose. I don''t want that."


    Lucas nodded slowly. Sure, he remembered the soft well. It had been a grueling event, with hundreds of boys competing for just a few places. Willian had always been talented, and Lucas had known it since that day.


    "So what do you want?" Lucas asked, his suspicion less incisive.


    Willian uncrossed his arms and took a step forward, coming closer.


    "I want us to put all this nonsense aside. I want us to play like a real team. You''re the guy who can dictate the pace of the game, Lucas. I can be the cog that makes the moves work and has a happy ending. Today, when you gave me that deep pass... That''s when I realized. It doesn''t matter who gets the credit. It''s important that we win."


    Lucas lowered his gaze, staring at the ground for a few seconds. It was rare to hear Willian speak with such sincerity.


    "Right. If you''re willing to try, so am I."


    "Partners?" asked Willian as he extended his right hand for a handshake.


    "Partner." Lucas returned the greeting.

 Chapter 139 138 - Marcelli

    The next morning, the sun had barely risen over the horizon when Lucas woke up to the sound of the alarm clock, which seemed more strident than usual. He reached out to turn it off, feeling his muscles still a little tense from the previous day''s game.Stretching, he stared at the bedroom ceiling for a few seconds, processing the events of the previous day. Eddie''s half-time speech, the victory and also the conversation with Willian in the hallway.


    "Partners..." he muttered to himself, still finding Willian''s unexpectedly genuine tone curious.


    He got up and went straight to the bathroom, where he washed his face and brushed his teeth. The cold water helped him wake up completely. Back in his room, he put on a simple T-shirt and jeans, grabbing his backpack before heading out to the Seyek Institute cafeteria.


    When he arrived, Raphael was already there, sitting at a table near the window. He waved to Lucas, who joined him with a tray containing bread, eggs, an apple, and orange juice.


    "Did you sleep well?" asked Raphael, chewing on a piece of bread.


    "More or less." replied Lucas, taking a sip of juice. "I''m still thinking about yesterday''s game. And... what Willian told me."


    Raphael arched an eyebrow, curious. "Did he say anything worthwhile? That''s news."


    Lucas laughed weakly. "Actually, he did. He said he wants to put the fights aside and play like a real team. I think he meant it."


    Raphael leaned back in his chair, taking in his friend''s words. "Hm. Interesting. Maybe the Christmas miracle came early this year."


    Lucas shook his head, laughing. "Let''s see at the next training session if he''s really changed."


    As they finished their coffee, the cafeteria filled up with other students, some still sleepy, others excited.


    The institute''s atmosphere was a mix of competition and teamwork. But, that morning, Lucas noticed something different. A few glances in his direction seemed to linger longer than usual. He tried to ignore it, thinking that maybe it was just his impression.


    "Ready?" asked Raphael, standing up and adjusting his backpack.


    "Ready." replied Lucas, getting up.


    They walked down the corridors together, chatting about the day''s activities. Raphael was telling a story about a girl from the institute he was talking to. Then, a skinny boy with glasses, messy hair, and a crumpled uniform appeared in front of Lucas.


    "Excuse me," said the boy, his voice hesitant and almost trembling.


    Lucas stopped, a little surprised. "Hello? Is something wrong?"


    The boy shook his head quickly and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small blue notebook. He held it in front of Lucas with both hands, as if he were offering something sacred.


    "I... wanted to ask for an autograph!" said the boy, his eyes shining with anticipation.


    Lucas remained static for a moment, blinking as if he hadn''t quite understood. "An autograph? Mine?"


    The boy nodded vigorously. "Yes! You played very well yesterday. I saw the broadcast online. Some say you could play for Brighton in a couple of years. I want to keep doing that. One day, it''ll be worth a lot!"


    Raphael, who was watching the scene, tried to hold back his laughter, but ended up letting out a low chuckle.


    Lucas scratched the back of his head, not knowing exactly what to do. "Right... uh... how do you want me to sign it?" asked Lucas, picking up the notebook. Enjoy exclusive content from empire


    "Whichever way you think is best!" replied the boy, grinning.


    Lucas looked down at the notebook and pen he was now holding. He had never thought about what his autograph would look like. As a child, he''d scribbled a few things on the last page of his notebook, trying out combinations. Even in adulthood, he never tried having one. The documents always just bore an office stamp and then his boss''s signature. Finally, he decided on something simple: just his first name, but with a stylized curve on the "L" and a striking stroke across the end of the "s". He signed it carefully, trying to look confident.


    "There you go," said Lucas, handing the notebook back to the boy.


    "Thanks!" said the boy, almost jumping for joy. "One day, everyone will want this. I''ll keep it until it''s worth a lot."


    Before Lucas could reply, the boy was already walking down the corridor, looking at the notebook as if it were a trophy. Raphael leaned against the wall of cupboards, laughing even louder.


    "Looks like we''ve got a star here!" joked Raphael, giving Lucas a gentle push on the shoulder.


    Lucas laughed, but his embarrassment was evident. "Oh, stop it. He was just excited about yesterday''s game."


    "That''s how it starts, my friend. Today it''s an autograph, tomorrow it''s a queue of fans," teased Raphael, winking.


    Lucas rolled his eyes, but couldn''t help smiling.


    As they walked back, Lucas couldn''t help thinking about what had just happened. Being recognized like this, even inside the institute, was something new for him. Was it just because of yesterday''s match? Well, Brighton''s Ct was literally across the street, and surely many people knew the players studied at the Seyek Institute, so it was only natural that a few curious people would watch the game and get excited somehow... right?


    For the rest of the day, Lucas noticed the stares persisted. In the corridors, in the classroom, even when he went to the bathroom. Some smiled at him, others just looked at him curiously.


    At lunchtime, Raphael didn''t miss the chance to make more jokes. "Have you thought about hiring a personal security guard? Or maybe an agent?"


    "Have you noticed that too? Those looks?" asked Lucas as he cut a piece of meat on his plate.


    "Of course I noticed," replied Raphael, leaning closer, as if to confide something. "But you know what else I realized? Marcelli hasn''t answered me since yesterday." He threw his hands in the air theatrically. "Nothing. Not even an emoji. Zero."


    "And surely it has something to do with yesterday''s game?" He put down his fork, staring at the cafeteria window. "She saw the game, you know? I think she was disappointed because I didn''t play that well. I mean, I tried! But, I don''t know, I missed a few passes, nothing serious... but maybe... is she mad at me?"


    Lucas held back his laughter at his friend''s exaggerated desperation. "If she''s mad at you because of a soccer match, then she''s an idiot."


    Raphael opened his mouth, as if to retort, but ended up laughing and nodding. "You''re right. She is a bit of an idiot, isn''t she? But I think I like her, you know? She''s pretty, smart, tall and... well, you know, pretty." He said and sighed dramatically, leaning back in his chair. "Ah, but who understands women?"


    Lucas shrugged, still a little skeptical. Raphael was always falling in love. First, it had been Lucy''s friend, and now it was someone else.


    Raphael, however, recovered his spirits in record time. He suddenly pointed to the side and exclaimed:


    "Hey, that''s her over there! Ow, Marcelli, I''m here!"


    Lucas looked where he was pointing and saw a girl standing in line at the cafeteria, accompanied by two other friends.


    Marcelli was indeed pretty and had a striking presence. Her hair was a golden brown and fell in neat waves to just below her shoulders, with a few golden locks. She wore her uniform like any other girl, but her slender body, well-groomed hair and neat make-up made her look very different from the rest. On her face was a confident smile with lively brown eyes. sea??h th§× novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The friends next to her, although also well-groomed, had a more discreet posture, as if they were orbiting around Marcelli. One of them was blonde and bespectacled, with a shy laugh; the other, with darker skin, had curly hair tied up in a high bun and a friendly expression.


    Marcelli stopped when she heard Raphael''s call. Her eyes took a second to focus on him, and when they finally did, she raised her eyebrows in recognition, but her confident smile didn''t change. She whispered something to her friends, who laughed. When they picked up their trays, they came over to our table.


    "Hi, Raphael," said Marcelli, stopping in front of the two boys'' table. She crossed her arms, looking first at Raphael and then at Lucas.


    Her gaze was appraising, as if she was trying to read who he was in a few seconds.


    "Lucas, huh? The team''s number seven."


    Lucas felt a twinge of discomfort at her casual tone, but forced a polite smile. "Yeah, I guess so."


    "You played very well yesterday." She smiled at him, but the gesture seemed more like a formality than a genuine compliment. Then she turned her attention to Raphael. "And you... disappeared, huh?"


    "Gone?" Raphael blinked, confused. "I texted you last night! You didn''t answer."


    Marcelli gave a short laugh and fiddled with her hair, tossing it to one side with a movement that seemed rehearsed.


    "Oh, sorry." Marcelli finally replied, but with little concern. "I was busy with some things. Can I sit down?"


    "Of course, please." Raphael said with a silly grin.


    Lucas looked at Raphael and frowned. He wasn''t feeling good about this relationship.

 Chapter 140 139 - Questions & More Questions

    Marcelli placed the tray on the table with a calculated movement, as if each gesture had a purpose.Her friends hesitantly sat down next to her, leaving Lucas and Raphael diagonally across the table. Lucas, who was still cutting his meat, felt her presence almost like a weight in the room.


    Raphael seemed torn between excitement and apprehension, his eyes shining hopefully as he tried to keep the conversation under control.


    "Do you always play like that?" asked Marcelli, leaning slightly towards Lucas. Her brown eyes were fixed on him, assessing every detail.


    Lucas looked up from his plate in surprise. He hadn''t expected her to start a conversation with such interest... in him.


    "Well, I... try. It was an important game, so I think I did my best."


    Marcelli smiled, resting his chin on his hand. "Isn''t that what everyone says? ''I did my best''. But I saw it. You''re a natural. Is playing for Brighton really your plan?"


    Lucas shrugged, uncomfortable with the incisive tone. "It''s too early to say. There''s a lot to improve before then."


    Raphael tried to join in the conversation, taking the lead. "He''s modest. You had to see the goal he scored in training. Hardly anyone would have managed it."


    Marcelli replied with a smile that bordered on impatience, before turning his attention to Lucas. "So, what did you think of his performance? Really. You seemed so calm. Is that training or are you just naturally like that?"


    Lucas hesitated for a moment, trying to decipher what was going on.


    "I''d say it''s a mixture of both. Training helps, but... trying to stay calm is something I strive to do on the pitch." S§×arch* The N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Interesting." Marcelli leaned a little closer, his eyes shining with curiosity. "You don''t seem like the type to let the pressure get to you, do you?"


    Raphael tried again to redirect the conversation. "Lucas has been like that ever since I met him. In the sieve, he even looked older. Always calm, you know? A reliable guy."


    "Is he?" Marcelli asked with a smile that Raphael interpreted as disinterest. She didn''t even look at him, focusing only on Lucas. "I can see that you have something different. Many people commented on you after yesterday''s game. I bet the scouts from the other teams already know who Lucas is."


    Lucas laughed, scratching the back of his head. "Maybe. But honestly, I''d rather focus on the next game. There''s no point if I think too far ahead."


    "Very down to earth." Marcelli complimented, looking sincerely impressed. Then she suddenly leaned forward, crossing her arms on the table. "But tell me, Lucas, what do you do when you''re not playing? Do you have any hobbies? Or is it just soccer all the time?"


    Lucas blinked, feeling the pressure of so many questions. "Oh, I like to read, listen to music... Normal things, I guess. Nothing too special."


    "Reading? Really? What books?" She seemed even more interested.


    "Usually fiction. Something to relax after training." Lucas replied, trying to keep the conversation light.


    Raphael looked at Marcelli and then at Lucas, feeling a pang of frustration grow. He wasn''t used to being left out, especially when he was the one trying to impress Marcelli. He knew she was interested in Lucas, but he didn''t want to admit it to himself. Maybe it was just him, he thought. Maybe she was just curious about the game.


    "Lucas also has good taste in music. He always puts on some cool playlists when we''re in the locker room." Raphael interjected, forcing a smile.


    "Oh, really?" Marcelli asked in a tone that sounded more polite than genuine. "And what kind of music do you like?" again directing the question to Lucas.


    Lucas looked at Raphael, sensing his friend''s discomfort, but didn''t know how to change the dynamic of the conversation. He answered, trying to be brief. "A bit of everything. It depends on the mood of the day."


    Marcelli seemed satisfied with the answer and continued the conversation, completely ignoring Raphael, who was now silent, munching on his food without appetite. Her friends also remained silent, exchanging glances with each other as if they had noticed the imbalance at the table.


    After a few minutes, Raphael could stand it no longer. He stood up abruptly, picking up his tray. "I''m going. I have a few things to do before training."


    Lucas looked at him, surprised. "Really? But there''s still time."


    "Yeah, but... you know, some things can''t wait." Raphael replied with a tense smile. He waved to Marcelli. "Bye, Marcelli. See you later."


    "Bye, Raphael." She said, not really paying attention.


    Lucas watched Raphael leave and felt a growing guilt. He knew something was wrong, but he couldn''t figure out how to fix the situation without sounding rude.


    "Your friend seems sensitive," Marcelli commented, finally noticing him leave.


    Lucas frowned. "Raphael is one of the best guys I know. He just... doesn''t know how to choose properly."


    Marcelli shrugged, apparently not caring. "Anyway, it was nice talking to you, Lucas. I hope to see you kicking ass in the next games. Maybe we''ll talk more?"


    Lucas forced a polite smile. "Uh-huh. It was a pleasure."


    When she finally got up with her friends and left, Lucas felt an immediate sense of relief. He ran a hand over his face, taking a deep breath, before finally getting up, picking up his tray and strolling to the disposal area.


    As he left the cafeteria, he put his backpack on his back, his thoughts still stuck to Raphael''s behavior.


    However, Lucas didn''t have to wait long to find out what had happened. As soon as he passed through the double doors that led to the main courtyard of the Seyek Institute, he saw Raphael leaning against the wall near the exit. The afternoon sun partially illuminated his face, highlighting his relaxed expression as he fiddled with his cell phone.


    When Raphael looked up and saw Lucas, a sarcastic smile appeared, followed by a restrained laugh.


    "Finally, huh? I thought I''d be chatting to Marcelli forever," said Raphael, crossing his arms.


    Lucas stopped next to him, trying to decipher his tone. Raphael didn''t exactly look annoyed.


    "You came out of nowhere," said Lucas, directly. "What happened? Is everything all right?"


    Raphael laughed again.


    "Everything okay? Dude, Marcelli barraged you with questions as if you were in the middle of an exclusive interview. And you didn''t even notice, did you?"


    Lucas frowned, confused. "Interview? What do you mean?"


    Raphael shook his head, still laughing, but now with a look that mixed with amusement and exasperation.


    "Marcelli is an explosive, aspiring reporter. She speaks three languages and always has a notebook or cell phone in her hand to write things down. She started talking to me two weeks ago, you know? She said she was interested in Brighton. She wanted to know what life is like for the U20 players. Behind the scenes, that sort of thing. I thought it was normal curiosity, but no... She was doing her job."


    Lucas blinked, processing the words.


    "Job? Are you saying...?"


    "That she was gathering information, my friend," added Raphael, raising his eyebrows. "About me, about you, about the team, about anything that might make a good story. She''s good at what she does, I won''t deny that. She can get you talking without you even realizing it. But today... well, today she was clearly focused on you."


    Lucas felt a wave of discomfort. He remembered the way Marcelli had looked at him, the incessant questions. At the time, he had interpreted it as romantic interest, perhaps a little too much.


    "Ow... women really are like snakes. But why?" he asked, still trying to understand. "Why me?"


    Raphael shrugged, but his tone became more serious.


    "Because you''re the number seven. Because you played an incredible game yesterday, and because I speak highly of you. Because the scouts are watching you, and everyone knows it. She probably wants to write something big, something that attracts attention. And who better than the promising kid from Brighton?"


    Lucas shook his head slowly.


    "Ah, man! What a relief! I thought she was... I don''t know, interested. In me, as a person."


    Raphael couldn''t hold back a laugh this time.


    "Man, she''s good. Superb. She made you believe that with no effort. But look, don''t take this the wrong way. She''s not a bad person. She just knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. I just... didn''t expect her to let me down so much today. Normally, she''s more subtle."


    Lucas crossed his arms, looking up at the blue sky. Everything made more sense now, but that didn''t make the situation any easier to swallow.


    "And why haven''t you told me this before?" he asked, raising his eyes to Raphael.


    "Because I didn''t think it was important," replied Raphael, shrugging. "And, to be honest, I kind of liked her attention. Even though I knew it wasn''t 100% authentic. Anyway... You did nothing wrong. Just... maybe be careful of what you say to her. Marcelli is good at picking up details and turning them into stories."


    "Thanks for warning me," said Lucas, looking at Raphael. "And I''m sorry again if I made you feel bad."


    Raphael smiled, this time more genuinely.


    "It''s okay, man. Just don''t forget where you came from, okay? Because when the fame comes... and it will, I''m sure of it... there''ll be a lot of Marcelli''s out there."


    The two continued walking towards the training ground, the mood between them lighter now.


    However, what they didn''t yet know was that, that same week, a new report in the city''s newspaper was going to shake up the harmony within Brighton.

 Chapter 141 140 - Manchester City U20 (Part 1)

    The Brighton dressing room was buzzing with excitement. It was the first home game of the season, and the team knew the challenge would be monumental. Their opponents? Manchester City''s Under-20s. Although they were young, they carried with them the weight of a name that inspired respect and awe in those days. Everyone at Brighton knew it would not be a simple game.Lucas was sitting on a bench, tying his boots more tightly than necessary. Next to him, Arthur was also getting ready, but with slower movements, as if he was deep in thought.


    "Have you heard of Phil Foden?" asked Raphael, breaking the silence as he finished fixing his uniform. "He''s their number 10. They say he has an absurd vision of the game, like Iniesta, you know?"


    "That''s not all," added Denis, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "I read in an article that he can play in various positions in midfield and attack. If he''s given too much space, we''re screwed."


    Lucas shook his head, frowning. "Then we can''t let him think. Constant pressure. No rest."


    Of course, he knew who Phil Foden was, perhaps better than anyone else in that dressing room, because he knew he would become a big star.


    Aidan, the goalkeeper, raised his head as he adjusted his gloves. "You also know that Sancho plays with them, right? Jadon Sancho. Fast, skillful and unpredictable. If he appears in my area, he''ll be a problem."


    "Sancho?" Loki let out a short, nervous laugh. "Man, I saw some videos of him on YouTube. He dribbles like the ball is glued to his foot. We''d better double up on him."


    Coach Eddie entered the dressing room, interrupting the conversation. He carried a tactical board in one hand and a clipboard in the other. His presence immediately brought silence, and all eyes turned to him.


    "Listen, guys. I know Manchester City is a great team, but so are we. This is our field, our game. They may have individual talents, but soccer is played as a team. And today, that''s what we''re going to show."


    Alex, the assistant coach, added: "We need to neutralize Foden and Sancho. But remember: if we only focus on them, other players will emerge. After all, they''re just the points. They have a defender, Eric Garc¨ªa, who is incredible at anticipating moves. Be smart and not leave any clues about our movements."


    Daniel sighed, running a hand through his hair. "They seem to have an entire team of stars. But we''re not here for nothing. Let''s show them we can compete."


    Eddie smiled when he heard that. "Exactly. And it''s with that mindset that we''re going to take the field. Remember: stay compact, use the wings to escape pressure and trust each other. Now, everyone ready?"


    A chorus of voices replied firmly: "Yes, coach!"


    -:-


    The pitch at Brighton''s training center was spotless. The grass looked like a green carpet. The smell of wet earth mingled with the booming sound of the stands, which were packed with local fans. Among them were youngsters from the Seyek institute, and soccer enthusiasts, eager to see Brighton U20''s take on Manchester City''s promising talents.


    Raphael was standing next to Miguel, adjusting the bandage around his ankle, when something caught his eye.


    In the stands, he spotted Marcelli, surrounded by some friends, laughing at something one of them had just said. Her smile was infectious, and Raphael felt his heart racing. He raised his hand in a cheerful wave, trying to get her attention.


    Marcelli noticed him almost immediately, returning the gesture with a smile that seemed to light up the room even more. Miguel, noticing the interaction, nudged Raphael with his elbow and joked:


    "Focus on the game, Romeo. She''ll be there later."


    Raphael laughed briefly, but didn''t reply. His nervousness about the game was now mixed with an excitement that he couldn''t hide.


    Meanwhile, Lucas, who was standing near the entrance to the tunnel leading to the pitch. He turned his head almost by instinct and saw Lucy sitting in the stands, talking to some friends.


    Lucy noticed him looking at her and, with a slight, discreet smile, raised one of her hands in a little wave.


    Lucas hesitated for a moment, but responded with an equally discreet wave, trying not to attract the attention of his colleagues around him. His stomach knotted up because it was his first game in front of their fans, but he took a deep breath, pushing the thought away. It was time to focus.


    Coach Eddie approached, interrupting any distractions.


    "Remember, lads, the first home game of the season is always special. Let''s show why we''re here. Brighton is more than a name. It''s our pride. High pressure from the first minute, and we''ll attack through the middle, as we''ve trained. I want intensity and compactness. Is everyone clear?"


    "Yes, sir!" they replied in unison, the players joining in a circle before entering the pitch.


    The stands erupted in cheers and shouts as the two teams stepped onto the pitch.


    Manchester City, in their impeccable sky blue uniforms, looked like an organized machine. Their attitude was confident, almost arrogant.


    Brighton, however, entered with their chests puffed out. The navy and white combination of their uniforms shone in the sun, and the players were determined to show that they would not be intimidated.


    The referee blew the whistle, and the game began.


    From the first few minutes, Manchester City had a style of play that dominated possession.


    Phil Foden, in the number 10 shirt, was orchestrating every move with precise passes. His movements were elegant, almost like a dance, as he avoided the pressure of Felix and Denis in midfield.


    Jadon Sancho, on the left wing, was a constant nightmare for Loki, who did everything he could to keep up with his opponent''s quick and unpredictable dribbles. sea??h th§× n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Close him down! Close him down!" shouted Eddie from the sidelines, gesturing for Loki and Felix to double up on Sancho.


    Even so, the opposing winger found a gap and crossed into the area. The ball looked perfect, but Anton, the Brighton goalkeeper, leapt like a feline, grabbing it firmly before the opposing striker could reach it.


    "Well done, Anton!" shouted his teammates, as the goalkeeper quickly put the ball into play with a long throw.


    Lucas received the pass in midfield. He deftly turned to get rid of Eric Garc¨ªa''s marker, feeling the warmth of the fans in the stands. With a precise touch, he passed to Denis, who spotted Miguel shooting in from the right.


    "Go, Miguel!" shouted Denis, launching the ball deep. Miguel ran like lightning, reaching it near the end line.


    With a strong, low cross, he put the ball into the box. Arthur was well placed, but the opposing defender cleared at the last moment.


    The game continued at an intense pace. Brighton didn''t have as much possession as City, but they made up for it with an organized defense and fast counter-attacks. Raphael, on the left, was a constant threat, using his ability to dribble and create space.


    The crowd cheered Brighton''s every move, trying to push the players forward. Although Manchester City controlled possession, Brighton showed courage in their attacks and discipline in defense.


    The major difference, however, was clear: Manchester City was an extremely mature team without the ball. With every misplaced pass or recovery, they reorganized in seconds, closing down the spaces like an invisible wall.


    Phil Foden had been quiet until then, seeming to observe the game with the patience of a predator. Lucas was constantly studying him, knowing that at some point the young playmaker would do something that would change the game. Foden, however, seemed in no hurry. He moved around the pitch, offering passing options, but without forcing plays. It was almost as if he was waiting for Brighton to expose themselves.


    Miguel again tried to speed up play on the right, running at the City full-back. He got a corner, and the crowd erupted in applause, but the move was thwarted by the opponent''s solid defense.


    On the counter-attack, City showed why they were so respected. The ball was quickly won back by Eric Garc¨ªa, who laid the ball off to Sancho on the left. Loki and Felix doubled up, forcing Sancho to drop back. Brighton had time to reorganize.


    And then it happened. The ball fell to Phil Foden, who was positioned between the midfield line and the attack. He received a low pass and, with a subtle touch, turned his body to evade Denis, who was coming at him at speed. It was a simple but flawless move.


    "Close him down!" shouted Lucas, running to cover the space.


    Foden raised his head and saw Sancho shooting in from the left. With a three-fingered pass, he sent the ball through two lines of defense, reaching his teammate at speed. The touch was so precise that Sancho didn''t even have to adjust to his run. The fans held their breath as the opposing winger broke into the box.


    Anton, on the lookout, was quick to get out of the way and close down the angle. Sancho tried a cross, but Anton saved with his legs to keep the ball out of danger. Even so, the move had been a wake-up call for Brighton. Foden didn''t need many touches to unsettle the entire defense.

 Chapter 142 141 - Manchester City U20 (Part 2)

    The silence that followed Anton''s miraculous save was like a collective sigh, a breath caught between the thousands of spectators in the stadium.Lucas felt the weight of that moment ¡ª a split second that could define the fate of the match.


    Phil Foden. Thirty meters from the goal. An almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips. It wasn''t arrogance, but the calmness of someone who knows his job like a few others.


    On the bench, the U20 coach remained impassive.


    "Did you see that?" whispered Denis to Lucas, after Anton''s save. "That pass... was surgical."


    Lucas nodded, without taking his eyes off Foden. He knew that the young playmaker was like a snake ¡ª apparently calm, but about to strike at the least expected moment.


    The game''s narrative was constructed like a complex novel, where each character had a defined role, but was free to surprise. Brighton were perhaps the unlikely heroes, while Manchester City was the implacable giant.


    Anton, the goalkeeper, took a deep breath.


    The coach finally made a move on the technical bench. A subtle gesture with his hands, almost imperceptible to those who didn''t know him deeply. It was a code, a microscopic instruction to his players.


    Foden received the message as if it were telepathy. With a slight gesture, Foden signaled Sancho to retreat. He knew that Brighton''s defense was aligned, but it wasn''t impenetrable.


    "Hold the line!" shouted Lucas, warning his teammates.


    "Watch out for the switch!" shouted Eddie from the sideline, pointing frantically at Jadon Sancho''s movement.


    The left-winger was approaching the midfield line again, dropping back to look for the ball.


    Phil received the ball with a smoothness that made it seem to float rather than bounce. With a light touch, he broke away from the pressure of Felix, who was advancing to mark him. sea??h th§× N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The Brighton midfielder tried to stretch out his leg to cut out the pass, but Foden had already seen beyond him. With the inside of his foot, he sent the ball through the middle of two players, finding Sancho on the move.


    "Close him down!" shouted Loki, already advancing to cover Foden.


    Sancho, however, was sometimes like a shadow ¡ª impossible to catch. His ball control was so refined that it seemed part of his very anatomy. Loki tried to position himself to force him back, but Jadon executed a quick flick to the side, followed by a spin that left the Brighton right-back out of position.


    Raphael, coming to the rescue, tried to round him. The Manchester City winger, however, didn''t hesitate. With a short dribble, he pulled the ball back and passed between the two defenders like water flowing through a crack. Now he was face to face with Daniel Riber, the central defender.


    "Don''t let him cut in!" Daniel shouted to Luiz Fernando, who was positioned further to the right, trying to block Sancho''s path into the box.


    Sancho smiled in the corner, a smile of absolute confidence. He sped up towards Daniel, driving the ball with the outside of his right foot.


    Daniel took a step forward, trying to expect the move, but was betrayed by a sudden, precise touch that brought the ball onto his left foot.


    One second. That was all Sancho needed. One second to cut inside, leaving Daniel off balance, and find space to shoot.


    Anton watched the move unfold in slow motion. He knew that kind of striker. Sancho''s decisions were incredibly fast; although he made everything look simple, few could keep up.


    "Close the goal!" shouted Aidan, but Anton already knew it wouldn''t be easy. Sancho was positioned to finish, and the goalkeeper would need superhuman reflexes to reach a well-placed ball.


    Jadon tilted his body slightly to the right, as if he was going to shoot across the goal. Anton read the intention, or at least thought he did, and took a step in that direction. At the last moment, however, Sancho corrected the angle of his foot, hitting the ball with the toe of his boot. The ball, spinning gently, arced toward the top left corner, placed there by Sancho''s shot.


    Anton stretched as far as he could. His body felt like a compressed spring expanding to reach the ball. His fingertips touched the leather, but Sancho''s shot was too perfect to be stopped.


    The ball found the back of the net with a dry, almost poetic sound. For a moment, the stadium was plunged into a sepulchral silence, as if everyone was processing the beauty of that goal.


    Sancho ran towards the corner flag, his arms spread like wings, a beaming smile on his face. His teammates surrounded him, celebrating with hugs and pats on the back.


    "Damn natural talent..." muttered Denis, feeling frustrated.


    ''Yes, damn natural talent that''s now mine!'' thought Lucas.


    Lucas was gasping for breath, his hands on his knees, as he listened to his own fans in silence. Sancho''s goal was a blow to Brighton''s heart, but for him, it was something more. It was a cruel reminder of the difference between born talent and effort. He couldn''t get the play out of his head ¡ª the dribble, the cut inside, and the perfect shot that sealed the ball''s fate in the corner.


    Raphael''s voice brought Lucas back to reality.


    "Hey, are you okay?" Raphael asked, his face still red from running. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt.


    Lucas just nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. Something deep in his consciousness vibrated. It wasn''t fear or anxiety ¡ª it was the system.


    [<Copy Genius> activated].


    [Do you want to see the copy conditions for the skill <Internal Cut + Instinctive Finish>?]


    Lucas had activated it before in other games, but had always hesitated to exploit it to the full. This time, he didn''t hesitate.


    '' Yes,'' he thought, and immediately the system interface unfolded in front of him, invisible to the others.


    [Conditions for copying:


    1 - Execute a similar cut inside, with at least two consecutive successful dribbles.


    2 - Finish from outside the area, hitting a target in the top left corner.


    3 - The move must be carried out in a situation of opposition pressure.


    Note: Conditions must be met in a single move.]


    Lucas blinked a few times. It was the skill with the most conditions so far. However, the conditions weren''t impossible, but they required courage and, above all, skill. He closed his eyes for a moment, visualizing the move in his mind. He felt the weight of responsibility. If he wanted to grow as a player, he couldn''t let this opportunity pass him by.


    The game resumed and Brighton, despite the initial blow, showed signs of a reaction.


    Eddie, the coach, was shouting instructions from the sideline, gesturing as if he could move the players with his hands.


    "High pressure! Don''t let them breathe!" his voice echoed across the pitch.


    Lucas took up a more advanced position, not lining up with Denis and Felix in midfield. He knew he had to make the most of every touch on the ball to get closer to his goal.


    Sancho, on the other hand, seemed to float around the pitch, his confidence brimming with every movement. Phil Foden continued to command the game with an irritating calmness, distributing passes and dictating City''s rhythm.


    "Felix, close him down!" shouted Lucas, rushing to press.


    Felix advanced on Foden, but the English playmaker found Sancho on the edge with a simple first touch. Loki tried to surround him again, but Sancho dribbled short again, escaping with ease.


    "Not again!" muttered Lucas, running over to help.


    The Brighton defense intercepted a risky pass from Sancho, and the ball landed at Raphael''s feet after they shot forward to clear at the back. Raphael looked at Lucas, who was already positioning himself to receive.


    "Go, Lucas!" shouted Raphael, launching the ball deep.


    Lucas controlled it with a precise touch, but immediately sensed Eric Garc¨ªa, the City defender, who was approaching like a shadow.


    ''Now or never,'' he thought.


    With his first touch, Lucas pulled the ball out to the right, drawing Eric in. Then, with a quick turn, he cut in from the left, leaving the defender off balance because of the <Mirage Feint>.


    The fans let out an "ohhh" of admiration. But he still needed more.


    A second marker appeared in front of him, trying to block him before he reached the edge of the box. Lucas tilted his body to the right, as if he was going to pass, but at the last moment he pulled the ball onto his left foot, completing his second dribble.


    "Lucas!" shouted Arthur from inside the area, asking for the pass.


    But he knew he couldn''t give up now. The third condition was apparent: finish from an angle. He adjusted his body, observing the position of the opposing goalkeeper. With a placed kick, the ball gained height and rotation, traveling towards the top left angle.


    The City goalkeeper jumped, his gloves outstretched, but the ball passed inches from his fingers before crashing into the net.


    GOOOOAL!


    The pitch erupted in shouts.


    "WHAT A GOAL!!!"


    Lucas, overcome by a mixture of relief and euphoria, ran towards the corner punching the air. His teammates surrounded him, hugging him and shouting for joy.


    "What was that shot, Lucas?" asked Raphael, laughing and slapping him on the back.


    "Did you see that shot?" said Miguel, still incredulous.


    Lucas, however, barely heard the praise. Inside his mind, the system was flashing again.


    [Conditions met.]


    [Skill copied: <Internal Cut + Instinctive Finish>].

 Chapter 143 142 - Manchester City U20 (Part 3)

    In the press box, Henry Martin, the match''s main narrator, adjusted his headset enthusiastically. Next to him, Clara Rodrigues, known for her precise analysis and charisma, smiled as she reviewed her notes."Henry, I ask you," began Clara, as Henry waved to the camera broadcasting the match live, "this boy, Lucas Tanaka... What more does he need to do to prove he''s ready to shine on the national stage?"


    Henry laughed, his deep voice echoing through the microphone. "Clara, do you remember that game against Brentford, Brighton''s first this season in the Premier Youth League?"


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    Clara nodded. "How can I forget? It was last week!"


    "Hahahaha! That''s true!"


    "But that''s not all I remember. Tanaka not only commanded the midfield, he scored and provided assists. It was the first time we told the public that Tanaka was a name to keep an eye on."


    "And now, against Manchester City, he''s proving that he''s not just a standout in easier games," continued Henry, adjusting his posture. "Facing Phil Foden and Jadon Sancho, two of the greatest national teachers, is no joke. Sancho''s goal showed the maturity of this City team, but Lucas responded with an individual move of pure genius and also almost identical to Sancho''s." S§×ar?h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Clara leaned forward slightly, as if to emphasize her point. "I think the most impressive thing was his decision-making. He could have passed to Arthur, but he recognized the opportunity and had confidence in himself. And, honestly, what a finish!"


    Henry gave a short laugh. "It was a painting, Clara. That shot... If he wasn''t wearing the Brighton shirt, you could easily think he was a prominent player from one of the big European clubs or even... I''ll give you a big name... Hazard, with the precision he showed."


    Meanwhile, on the pitch, Manchester City seemed less shaken by the goal than might have been expected.


    Phil Foden, in the center circle, called his teammates together for a quick meeting. His hands gestured as he spoke, the expression of calm, imperturbable on his face. Jadon Sancho, next to him, nodded in approval.


    "You can see how City responds, Clara," commented Henry, as the camera focused on the conversation between the opposing players. "Foden is a born leader. He''s not wasting time moaning about the goal. He''s thinking about the next move."


    "And that''s what sets elite teams apart," added Clara. "They don''t let themselves get emotionally rattled. But, Henry, can Brighton maintain that intensity? That''s the big question."


    The referee blew his whistle, restarting the game. The ball was moved again by City, and Foden controlled it with a soft touch. He looked ahead, observing the movement of his teammates.


    "Jackson passes to Foden... And look at Foden''s posture, Clara," said Henry. "He stopped and raised his head with the ball at his feet. Some players seem to be afraid of the ball generally, but he likes to stand with it. He seems to plan something."


    "And he is!" exclaimed Clara. "Brighton needs to step up their game. The last time he was given so much space, Sancho ended up with a pass close to the box and the ball ended up in the back of the net."


    Foden advanced slowly, attracting Denis'' marking. He dribbled past the Brighton midfielder as if he were strolling through the park. Felix advanced to block, but Foden had already released the ball in a low, precise pass to another player who passed to Sancho on the left.


    "Here he comes again!" Henry practically shouted. "Sancho with the ball! Loki, hold him!"


    Loki ran to meet the City winger, trying to surround him before he could speed up. But Sancho, with annoying calm, waited for just the right moment to subtly flick the ball away from his marker.


    "What skill, Clara!" said Henry, his voice rising.


    "And look how he uses space!" Clara analyzed, her voice quick and incisive. "He knows exactly where to go. Loki''s struggling, but Sancho''s one step ahead."


    Sancho cut inside, ignoring the desperate attempt by Lucas, who was coming towards him to help. The Brighton fans held their breath, as if they could predict the outcome.


    "Go kick it!" shouted Henry, his voice charged with emotion.


    Sancho tilted his body, deceiving goalkeeper Anton, who took a step the wrong way. Then, with one fluid movement, he struck it; the ball describing a perfect curve towards the top right corner.


    However, in the middle of the path, there was Daniel Riber''s forehead, like an unlikely hero at the last moment.


    With a spectacular leap, he diverted the trajectory of the ball with his forehead, sending it out of the area, away from the immediate danger. The impact was so strong that Daniel fell to the turf, but his expression was one of sheer determination as his forehead turned red from the impact. The sound of the ball being cleared echoed through the stands, followed by a deafening roar from the Brighton fans.


    "DANIEL RIBER!" roared Henry, almost voiceless. "What a spectacular intervention! It was an impossible shot for the goalkeeper. Clara, impossible, but he did it!"


    Clara was visibly impressed. "That save was worth a goal, Henry. Look at Daniel''s reading of the game. He saw Anton was committed and didn''t hesitate to sacrifice himself to save the team. That''s what Brighton need. Full attention, especially against players like Sancho and Foden."


    Meanwhile, on the pitch, Daniel stood up slowly, receiving encouraging pats from Loki and Luiz. Anton approached, giving him a firm squeeze on the shoulder. "Thanks, man. You saved us."


    Daniel just smiled, still catching his breath. "We''re all in this together."


    In the press box, Clara continued her detailed analysis. "Henry, it''s amazing how Brighton adjusted their defensive posture after Sancho''s early goal. The team has quickly learned that, against an opponent like City, it''s not enough to chase the ball. Anticipate, read their intentions."


    Henry agreed, gesturing to emphasize his words: "And look how much more compact Brighton''s defense is. Felix and Denis are doubling up in the middle, while Loki and Aidan are positioning themselves more intelligently to prevent breakthroughs down the flanks. It''s as if they''ve found the perfect balance between aggression and caution."


    Clara added: "But the most impressive thing, Henry, is how they''re dealing with Foden. At first, he had a lot of room to operate. Now, it seems that Tanaka, Aiden and Denis are taking it in turns to put pressure on him. They''re not letting the boy think."


    On the pitch, Lucas could already feel the sweat trickling down his brow as he watched Foden receive the ball again in midfield.


    Frustration was visible on City''s young playmaker''s face. His passes were still accurate, but the space he had enjoyed in the first few minutes of the game had disappeared. However, he was quiet and didn''t complain or fight.


    "Close him down, Lucas!" shouted Eddie from the edge of the pitch. "Don''t let him spin!"


    Lucas obeyed immediately, approaching Foden quickly. When the playmaker tried to turn to find a teammate, Lucas expected the move, blocking the line of passing. With no other choice, Foden passed the ball back to another player further back.


    "That''s it!" shouted Denis, coming forward to offer support. "Don''t give him a hard time, Lucas ¡ª if he doesn''t think, they won''t play."


    On the other side of the pitch, Sancho remained a constant threat. But Loki, now more attentive, did his best to keep up with him and when he couldn''t, Raphael arrived to provide cover.


    "Look at that, Clara," said Henry, as the camera focused on Loki, "this kid may not be as skilled as Sancho, but he''s showing a lot of heart. He''s not giving up on any pitch."


    Clara smiled. "And that''s something Brighton has plenty of, Henry. They may not have the same refined technique as City, but they''re making up for it with race, tactical discipline and, above all, courage. And what more could we ask of a team that was formed less than two months ago?"


    In the 35th minute, Brighton found gaps in City''s formation. After a sequence of quick passes, Felix found Miguel free on the right. The winger shot like lightning, beating his marker on the run.


    "There goes Miguel!" exclaimed Henry. "That boy is fast! He''s already close to the box!"


    Miguel crossed low to Arthur, who got a hand to it under pressure from Eric Garc¨ªa. The striker tried to turn to finish, but the opposing defender was quicker to stop his shot.


    The ball fell to Lucas, who came in from behind. With a deft touch, he evaded another defender and took a shot from outside the area. The ball was hard, but went just wide of the post.


    "UUUHHH!" shouted the fans in unison.


    "Lucas almost scored the second!" exclaimed Clara. "And what a vision! He saw the space and didn''t hesitate."


    As the game went on, Brighton realized something important: although City had talent to spare, their reliance on Foden and Sancho meant that the other players relied too much on their individual play. This created a pattern that Brighton exploited.

 Chapter 144 143 - Manchester City U20 (Part 4)

    Brighton, considered by many to be underdogs, put in a surprising performance against the mighty Manchester City Under-20s.On the pitch, Foden received the ball in the center circle, pivoting elegantly to shake off Denis'' tackle. With a quick pass, he found his teammate Tommy Doyle, who advanced a few meters before returning the ball to Foden. Raising his head, the City midfielder studied Brighton''s positioning, but noticed the defense was well aligned.


    "Close the lines! No space!" shouted Felix, gesturing frantically to his teammates in midfield. He knew any mistake could be fatal against players as skilled as Foden and Sancho.


    It was then that Loki came into the picture again. The right-back had been taken on Sancho throughout the match, and each encounter was like a personal duel. This time, Loki showed more than just determination. When Sancho received a long pass from Foden and tried to control it with his sole, Loki read the play perfectly. He anticipated his opponent''s next touch, gliding across the pitch in a clean tackle that knocked the ball out of Sancho''s feet.


    "Loki!" shouted Raphael, pointing forward.


    Wasting no time, Loki got up and made a precise pass in depth, connecting directly with Miguel on the right wing.


    Miguel, with his impressive speed, took off down the sideline like a bolt of lightning. The winger seemed to float across the pitch, each step calculated to maximize speed and control.


    The quick marking surprised Miguel; his marker was off balance because of his own dry inside cut. He raised his head, looking for Arthur in the area, but realized that the centre-forward was well marked. Instead, he opted to play the ball back to Felix, who was advancing through the middle.


    Felix controlled the ball with a sure touch, but didn''t hesitate. He glanced towards the goal and took a powerful shot from outside the area. The ball traveled like a rocket, forcing City''s goalkeeper to make a spectacular save for a corner.


    "WOWHHHH!" echoed from the stands.


    "Felix isn''t afraid to take risks, Clara!" said Henry in the broadcast booth. "And that''s what Brighton needs: confidence and daring!"


    At the corner, Denis positioned himself to take it. The midfielder had a refined technique for set-pieces, and every cross from him looked like a golden opportunity for his teammates in the box. He raised his left hand, a signal agreed with the Brighton players. The ball came in high and close, headed for the far post, where Luiz Fernando was already rising like a giant.


    The Brighton defender beat two City defenders to the ball and headed it firmly towards the goal. The ball hit the post, bouncing dangerously in the box until it was cleared by City.


    "ALMOST!" shouted Clara. "Brighton are getting too close, Henry. City are feeling the pressure!"


    Ten minutes before the break, Manchester City threatened again.


    Phil Foden, always the man, orchestrated a fine move through the middle. He dribbled past Denis and Felix with a single masterful touch, advancing to the edge of the box. Just as he looked set to shoot, Daniel appeared again, like an insurmountable wall. The defender tackled Foden with surgical precision, drawing applause from the Brighton fans.


    On the counter-attack, the ball reached Raphael on the left. The left winger, who until then had had few opportunities to shine, finally showed his full repertoire. He received a pass from Aidan and took on his marker, executing a sequence of dribbles that left the City full-back completely bewildered. With a cut inside, Raphael opened up space for a shot, but preferred a low pass to Arthur, who was waiting on the edge of the box.


    Arthur tried to move in to finish, but was stopped at the last moment. The ball fell to Lucas, who came bursting out from the back. Without hesitation, he took another shot, but this time the ball was deflected by a defender and went over the line.


    "Brighton are hammering away, Henry!" commented Clara. "They''re not just defending well, they''re creating actual chances!"


    The City coach, visibly annoyed, gestured to his players, asking for more movement. Meanwhile, Eddie, the Brighton coach, remained calm on the edge of the pitch.


    A few minutes before the break, Manchester City managed another dangerous attack. This time it was Sancho who started the move, dropping back a little to pick up the ball in midfield. He found Foden with a quick pass, and the young playmaker advanced towards the goal.


    But that was when Felix, the Brighton midfielder, showed why he was one of the team''s most consistent players. He read the play perfectly, positioning himself in Foden''s path and dispossessing him with a firm but clean tackle. Wasting no time, Felix made a long pass to Miguel, who was already shooting in from the right.


    Miguel masterfully controlled the ball, but this time he had no room to advance. Surrounded by two defenders, he passed back to Loki, who surprised everyone with a long, precise pass to Raphael on the left. The winger dominated and tried another dribble, but was disarmed before he could complete the move.


    The first half ended with no more goals after Lucas'' strike, but it was a great game, mainly because of Brighton. The home side''s performance was way above expectations, and the feeling was that something special was to come in the second half.


    At half-time, Eddie gathered the players in the dressing room.


    "You''re doing well, guys. Keep it up. You''ve shown that you can compete on equal terms with them. The defense is good, and in attack we''re creating. We''ll find that edge. Trust the plan and trust each other. City may be good, but you''re better." Find your next read on empire


    While the players rested a bit and talked strategy, the mood in the dressing room was one of confidence. Brighton wasn''t just an underrated team; they were a group of talented youngsters determined to prove their worth.


    Outside the dressing room, on the wooden stands around the pitch, a group of teenagers were arguing animatedly. Marceli and her friends, Anne and Carly, had bought tickets to see the Brighton game, especially because of Raphael, in whom Marceli was very interested.


    "Do you think I should text him now?" asked Marceli, holding her cell phone with some hesitation. "Something simple, like, ''Good luck in the second half!''"


    "Of course!" replied Anne, excited. "If you don''t send it now, when will you?"


    "I don''t know," said Carly, leaning over to look at Marceli''s cell phone screen. "What if he thinks it''s weird? Like, he doesn''t even know you properly, right?"


    "But the message is superinnocent," argued Anne. "There''s no way he''ll take it the wrong way. And he doesn''t get many messages like that."


    Marceli seemed divided. She typed the message, but hesitated before sending it, looking at the screen with a nervous smile. It was then that an unexpected voice came from behind them. S§×arch* The nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "I wouldn''t send it now if I were you."


    The three turned around, surprised. It was a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, sitting a few seats back. She had a friendly smile, but her tone was firm.


    "Sorry to intrude," the girl continued, leaning slightly closer, ''but the players'' cell phones stay with the coaching staff during the break. They only get them back after the game. Your message won''t make any difference now."


    Marceli frowned, puzzled. "Really? Are you sure about that?"


    "Absolutely," replied the girl. "I''m on the institute''s swimming team. At every competition, they take away the cell phones beforehand so that the athletes can focus. During the break, they don''t even go near their cell phones. So if you send it now, he won''t see it."


    Anne crossed her arms, suspicious. "And how do you know so much about this?"


    "Lucas Tanaka is a friend of mine," said the girl with a shrug.


    Carly laughed. "Well, I guess you saved Marceli from sending a message into the void. What''s your name again?"


    "Lucy," replied the girl. "And if you want my opinion, I think Raphael will be pleased to know that you''re rooting for him. Just maybe send it after the game, when he''s more relaxed about answering."


    Marceli gave a small smile. "Thanks for the tip, Lucy. I think I''ll wait, then."


    The girls continued chatting animatedly about the game while Lucy turned her attention back to the pitch. She wasn''t an obsessed fan of any player, but she loved soccer and knew talent when she saw it.


    In the dressing room, in fact, the atmosphere was one of total focus. While the players were putting on their boots and adjusting their socks, Denis pulled Lucas aside.


    "Hey, man, I want to try something... You''ve seen that they always try to switch the ball around too much in that midfield area, right? I''m going to draw them forward as much as possible and, the moment we have the ball, do the machete."


    "Machete?" asked Lucas.


    "You know. The movement of cutting through the defense from behind, from one position to another. For example, if you''re on the right, you pass behind the defender and go to the left, so you can have more of a surprise factor than a simple through ball."

 Chapter 145 144 - Manchester City U20 (Part 5)

    Back on the pitch, the second half began with both teams determined to win. City, of course, tried to impose their pace, but Brighton held firm, with Felix and Denis controlling the midfield well and Loki still showing great security in defense against Sancho.It was at the 10-minute mark that the rehearsed move took shape. Denis, faithful to his plan, attracted City''s players. He carried the ball expertly through the middle, forcing Foden and Doyle to come forward to steal it. A quick touch to Felix continued the maneuver. Felix played it back to Denis, who retreated a little, making it look as if the play would take place there, in midfield.


    "Press! Press!" shouted the City coach, pushing his team forward and closing down spaces. And then the moment came.


    Denis, with the precise vision of a maestro, spotted the gap he had been waiting for. With a quick, low pass, he slipped the ball between City''s defenders, creating a corridor.


    Arthur, the center forward, saw the ball and prepared to run towards it, believing he was the target of the pass. But in a split second, something surprising happened. Lucas, like a hungry predator, came out of nowhere, overtaking Arthur and appearing in front of the ball with impressive speed and determination.


    Arthur jumped back a little, clearly startled. "What the...?!" he exclaimed.


    Lucas wasted no time. He latched onto the ball with his chest, letting it drop gently in front of him. With two City defenders trying to reach him, he took a precise touch to push them away, gaining space to finish. And then, with his right foot, he unleashed a low, powerful cross-shot towards the goalkeeper''s left-hand corner.


    The stadium held its breath. The ball seemed to travel in slow motion, cutting through the air before kissing the net. Goal!


    "BRIGHTON''S GOOOOOOOAAL!" boomed the narration. Clara almost lost her voice from shouting. "Lucas Tanaka! A stroke of genius, Henry! What was that?"


    Henry laughed in disbelief. "That, Clara, was the coolness and intelligence of a significant player! What a reading of the game, what execution! City didn''t know what to do!"


    Lucas ran out into the crowd, arms outstretched. His teammates followed, surrounding him in an intense celebration. Denis arrived at last, pulling him into a hug.


    "I told you so! I told you it would work!" Denis shouted, laughing.


    Lucas, panting, just stammered between laughs: "It nearly kills me, but it was worth it!"


    On the City side, frustration was evident. The coach was shouting instructions while the players were arguing amongst themselves. That goal paved the way for the unexpected. Brighton, the underdogs, was beating the mighty Manchester City.


    In the stands, Marceli and her friends were celebrating like crazy. Anne almost knocked over the bucket of popcorn while Carly jumped up and down. Marceli, with her cell phone in hand, took pictures of the celebration.


    Lucy, who was still watching from afar, smiled slightly. She wasn''t the type to show excitement at matches, but she couldn''t help admiring the talent on the pitch.


    "They really have something special," she thought.


    The game continued with intensity. City tried to react, but ran into a wall in Brighton''s defense.


    Daniel and Luiz Fernando were impeccable, cutting out crosses and tackling with precision. sea??h th§× NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Felix, like a lion in midfield, gave Foden no respite, while Loki kept Sancho in check.


    With every minute that passed, the Brighton fans became louder, encouraging the team to keep up the pace.


    Lucas'' goal had fired up the team and the stands, but Manchester City, clearly annoyed, was adjusting their stance. Foden, Sancho and Doyle exchanged quick passes, trying to find the gaps that Brighton''s defense would not give up.


    "Come on, don''t fall back so much! Hold your lines!" shouted Eddie, gesturing energetically.


    In one of these moves, Sancho escaped Loki''s marking for the first time in a long time by breaking into the box with danger. He tried a shot, but Anton made a spectacular save to keep it out.


    "Anton! What an unbelievable save!" shouted Clara on the broadcast. "Brighton''s goalkeeper is holding his nerve, Henry!"


    "It''s the kind of performance that can change the history of a game, Clara. And Brighton will need it until the last minute."


    While City continued to push forward, Brighton showed they wouldn''t limit themselves to defending. Little by little, Denis and Felix regained control of the midfield, connecting passes that allowed for quick transitions. In one such move, Denis received the ball from Loki and found Raphael free on the left. A defender tackled the winger before he could finish, although the winger had advanced confidently.


    Fifteen minutes into the second half, Eddie made his first changes. Hillebrand replaced Miguel, who had given him all on the right wing. Felix, visibly worn out after containing Foden for almost an hour, was replaced by Javier, a midfielder known for his ability to hold the ball up under pressure.


    In the stands, the reaction was mixed. Some fans applauded the substitutions, recognizing the need for fresh blood.


    "Is Eddie going to put Willian on today?" asked Henry, with a curious tone. "He was decisive against Brentford. His entry could change the game again."


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    "It could be a last card, Henry. But Eddie is cautious. He knows he can''t expose himself too much against a team as dangerous as City," Clara replied thoughtfully.


    Hillebrand came into the game hungry for the ball. On his first appearance, he received a long pass from Lucas and set off on the run. With a short dribble inside, he found space for a cross, but City''s defense cleared before Arthur could finish.


    Javier, meanwhile, brought stability to the midfield. Although he didn''t have the same physical ability as Felix, he excelled at marking and protecting the ball, holding off City''s advances and ensuring that Brighton maintained their organization.


    In the 25th minute, City gave them another scare. In a quick move, Foden found Doyle inside the area with a pinpoint pass. Doyle spun around Luiz Fernando and shot high, but Daniel Riber threw himself in front of the ball, deflecting it for a corner.


    "What courage from the Brighton defender!" exclaimed Clara. "Daniel''s been a genuine hero today, Henry."


    "And he''ll have to keep it up, Clara. City won''t stop until they find the equalizer."


    From the corner, the ball came in tight, and Anton had to come out of his goal to punch it away. The ball fell to Sancho, who tried a shot from outside the area. To Brighton''s relief, the ball sailed over the bar.


    Even under pressure, Brighton didn''t lose their attacking identity. Denis soon shone again. The midfielder stole the ball from Foden in the center circle and quickly laid it off to Hillebrand on the left. The young winger advanced at speed, dribbled past a defender, and crossed low into the area.


    Arthur tried to finish, but was stopped at the last moment.


    The ball fell to Lucas on the edge of the box. The player, always confident, took a shot.


    This time, his shot was blocked by a City defender, but the rebound fell to Javier. The substitute tried a first-time shot, but the ball came out weak, making it easy for the goalkeeper to save.


    With the game approaching the 35th minute, Eddie looked at the bench. He knew that bringing Willian on could change the game - for better or for worse. It was a risk. But, seeing Arthur''s wear and tear and Brighton''s difficulty in holding the ball up front, he decided.


    "Willian, you''re coming on," said Eddie, with a firm tone. "I want you to hold the ball up front, use your intelligence. We don''t need to rush. Just keep control."


    Willian stood up, stretching quickly before putting on his shirt. "You got it, boss. I''ll hold it here."


    The substitution came in the 38th minute. Arthur came off to warm applause from the crowd, while Willian came on.


    "It''s up to him now," Henry said on the broadcast. "Willian has an important mission in the last minutes. Let''s see if he can match it: increase the score and make Brighton safer."


    In the remaining minutes, the City stepped up under their pressure. They had a lot of quality when they had the ball at their feet. Crosses, shots from outside the box, quick set pieces - everything was tried to break through Brighton''s defense. But Anton, Aiden, Loki, Daniel and Luiz Fernando stood firm, fending off every attempt.


    In the 44th minute, a counter-attack by Hillebrand saw Brighton almost add to their lead. The young winger dribbled past two players before finding Willian on the edge of the box. Showing great ball control, the striker''s shot unfortunately missed the target. The ball skimmed the crossbar, drawing gasps from the fans.


    "Almost the goal of relief!" exclaimed Clara. "Willian came very close, Henry!"


    In the last move of the game, City had one last chance from a free-kick on the edge of the box. Foden took it perfectly, but Anton, in a spectacular save, flew into the corner and kept it out. The referee blew the final whistle.


    "Game over! Brighton beat Manchester City 2-1!" shouted Clara, almost out of breath. "What a historic performance by this team!"


    "They weren''t the favorites, but they showed heart, organization and talent," added Henry. "This is a victory that will be remembered for a long time. With this, Brighton remain top of the Premier Youth League table. Can they maintain this performance? We''ll see next weekend, because in the middle of the week they play their first game in the UEFA Youth League against Borussia Dortmund!"

 Chapter 146 145 - Yellow-Black

    the day after the win against manchester city, eddie gathered the team at the training center. there was an electric energy in the air - the uefa youth league was something many there had dreamed of since childhood. to be among the best youth teams in europe was both a privilege and a pressure.first opponents, borussia dortmund, were footballing giants, known for their talent pool and hard-hitting style of play.


    "congratulations on the win against city," began eddie, in his usual firm and warm tone. "but i want to make something clear: the game against dortmund will demand even more from us. they''re fast, technical and know how to press like a few others. we have three days to prepare. i want total focus."


    the coach detailed his plans for the week. s§×arch* the ¦Çov§×lfire .net website on google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    the first day would be spent recovering and analyzing the opponent.


    the second, tactical adjustments and simulations.


    on the third, the trip to germany and a final light training session at dortmund''s training center.


    the days leading up to the trip were a mixture of anxiety and expectation. lucas spent his nights mentally reviewing plays and scenarios. he also sought moments of tranquillity, reading books on sports psychology to keep calm. lucy, in her daily text messages, tried to ease his tension.


    "you''re going to win, lucas. it''s just another game, like so many others you''ve played. trust yourself."


    he smiled as he read the messages, feeling reassured.


    denis, on the other hand, seemed to absorb the pressure differently. always talkative and energetic, he spent much of his time on the pitch, refining his passes and free kicks.


    felix, the team captain, devoted himself to watching videos of dortmund, trying to identify patterns and weaknesses in their opponents.


    "look at this," he said to javier, showing a clip on his tablet. "their left-back climbs a lot, leaving a space at the back. we can exploit that."


    raphael and miguel had a more relaxed approach. they spent part of their time playing video games with loki, creating a light atmosphere in the dormitory.


    "if we think too much, we''ll freak out before we even get on the pitch," joked raphael.


    the day before the trip, eddie got the team together for a special dinner. it was an attempt to relieve the pressure and reinforce the group''s unity. he stood up at the end, holding a glass of orange juice.


    "i want you all to know that we got this far because we worked together. regardless of the result, the most important thing is that we play as a team, like we did against city. you''re a special group and i have every confidence in every one of you."


    the trip to germany started early, with the team boarding an ordinary flight. on the plane, all those ordinary people looked at the players and didn''t even know who they were or why they were so close together, but the players didn''t mind.


    during the flight, loki and daniel played cards in the background, while raphael talked to lucas about the atmosphere in german stadiums.


    "they sing the entire game, you know? it''s going to be a challenge not to let it get to us," said raphael.


    "don''t worry about it, rapha. we won''t be in their stadium. it''ll be at the ct, as it always is. if we play our game, they''ll have to deal with the silence." replied lucas with a confident smile.


    arriving in dortmund, the team went straight to the hotel, where they were warmly welcomed by the tournament organizers.


    dortmund''s training center was just a few minutes away, and the team had a light training session in the late afternoon. the pitch was impeccable and the surrounding structure was impressive. the autumn cold in germany wasn''t easy either.


    "remember: they''re strong, but so are we. respect your opponents, but don''t be afraid. today we''ll get used to the pitch. tomorrow, it''s our stage." eddie said.


    the night before the game, lucas could barely sleep, reliving moments from the game against city and trying to imagine what it would be like to face dortmund. he came out of his room and found willian in the hallway, holding a bottle of water.


    "you can''t sleep either?" asked lucas.


    willian nodded. "my head won''t stop. but i think it''s normal. it just means we care."


    soon, the night passed, and the day of the match arrived. the team ate breakfast in silence, focused on what was to come. in the dressing room, just before they took the field, eddie gave the last instruction, but probably no one listened very well. they were too anxious, their stomachs trembling.


    the brighton dressing room was completely silent. the players wore their shirts with the team crest, and lucas felt the weight of responsibility more than ever.


    the uefa youth league was much more than just another competition; it was a stage where dreams could come true or fall apart in a matter of minutes. if he played badly, all his good matches could be annulled, and he categorized as a ''small match'' player.


    felix stood up. he was the emotional leader of the group and knew how to inspire his colleagues. "come on, guys. we showed against the city that we can take on anyone. today will be no different. they may be dortmund, but we''re brighton."


    the players stood up with claps and shouts of encouragement before heading for the tunnel. when they stepped onto the pitch, the modern structure of dortmund''s training center looked even more imposing under the lights. although the game was being played on a smaller pitch, far from the famous signal iduna park, the weight of the yellow and black emblem in the stands made lucas'' heart race.


    the referee blew the whistle, and the game began. in the first few minutes, it was clear that dortmund was pressing high into the pitch, suffocating brighton''s outlet. it was the most famous tactic among junior teams, considering that it made the game faster and favored most of the young players with a lot of breath.


    felix could barely breathe under the constant pressure of sergio g¨®mez and jacob bruun larsen. in midfield, mahmoud dahoud distributed passes.


    in the seventh minute, a mistake almost cost brighton dear. aidan tried a quick pass to luiz fernando, but bruun larsen easily intercepted it. he advanced and shot across the goal, but the ball went just wide of the post.


    "wake up, boys!" shouted eddie from the side of the pitch, frowning with concern.


    loki, who had shone against manchester city, was now constantly isolated against larsen and the dortmund left-back.


    raphael and miguel dropped back to help with the marking, leaving arthur alone in the attack.


    in the 12th minute, the first goal came. dahoud found sergio g¨®mez with a vertical pass that cut through the defense. the spaniard dominated, cut inside, and fired a shot into the bottom corner. anton stretched as far as he could, but couldn''t save.


    1-0 to dortmund.


    the brighton players looked at each other, visibly shaken. dortmund continued to dominate.


    the second blow came in the 15th minute. from a corner kick, the ball was cleared by the brighton defense and fell to dahoud, who shot from outside the area. a blow. the ball went through the crowd and found the back of the net.


    2-0.


    brighton was in disarray. lucas shouted to reorganize the team, but dortmund wouldn''t give them any space.


    on the pitch, eddie''s shouts echoed, but lucas barely heard them. his mind was working frantically, trying to decipher how to play against the tactics that dortmund had imposed. they were fast, disciplined, and ruthless. brighton was being suffocated, especially in midfield, where felix and denis barely had room to breathe.


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    lucas began to observe the patterns. dortmund were pressing high with three players, forcing mistakes off the ball. with the ball, mahmoud dahoud alternated between quick passes and long throws. sergio g¨®mez, with his intelligent movement, dragged markers along, while bruun larsen exploited the spaces created. it was a fluid system, but not perfect. he realized something.


    "they''re exposing themselves," lucas thought aloud.


    whenever dortmund pushed forward with such intensity, the full-backs went almost to the attacking line, leaving holes in the back.


    ''if we can get out of the pressure, we can catch them off guard.''


    the next break in play came in the 20th minute, when raphael won a corner after a run down the left. as denis set the ball up for the penalty, lucas ran up to felix.


    "felix, we need to get out of this pressure. they''re suffocating us because we''re trying to play short. let''s try long balls in behind the full-backs," he suggested, pointing with his eyes to the vulnerable areas of the pitch. "miguel and raphael can exploit those spaces. arthur will be more centralized to pull the ball back."


    felix nodded, his face still tense. "do you think it will work?"


    "it has to. it''s our best chance now."


    instead of trying to get forward with quick passes, felix and the defenders started looking for long throws to the wingers. miguel and raphael seized the idea, using their speed to attack the flanks.


    the tactical change had an almost immediate effect. after another fast move, miguel received the ball on the right and crossed for arthur. the striker, despite being marked by two defenders, headed the ball away. the ball hit the crossbar and came back to raphael, who was arriving from behind. he calmly fired a first-time shot into the back of the net.


    "goooooaaal!" shouted anton, cheering wildly under the crossbar. "we''re alive in this game! come on team! come on, team!"

 Chapter 147 146 - Dahou

    raphael''s goal gave brighton a spark of hope. however, dortmund didn''t seem willing to back down. their players immediately resumed their high pressure, like predators who smell fear.in the technical area, eddie was standing with his arms crossed. next to him, alex, the assistant coach, was making frantic notes in a notebook. he tilted his head in eddie''s direction and spoke in a low tone so that only he could hear.


    "they''re operating on ultra-fast transitions. dahoud is the pivot of everything. when they press high and win the ball back, dahoud distributes with precision. look how he always has two passing options."


    eddie nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on dahoud. "and their full-backs? they always go forward together. that leaves spaces at the back, but it also complicates our marking on the edges. they''re overloading loki and aidan." s§×arch* the n?vel(f)ire.n§×t website on google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "exactly," said alex. "but when we press dahoud, they lose fluidity. the problem is that we''re not doing it consistently without opening up holes."


    eddie frowned, thinking fast. he needed to adjust the game plan, but he also needed the agreement of the leaders on the pitch. toward alex, he turned. "i''ll call lucas. he''s the link between the attack and the midfield. you can put this into practice if you understand our idea."


    alex nodded, but before eddie could call lucas, a rough tackle took place on the pitch. a powerful push from an opposing player hit raphael. the referee blew his whistle immediately, calling a foul and warning the dortmund player with a yellow card. raphael stayed on the ground, groaning in pain, while the brighton players surrounded the referee, demanding harsher punishment.


    eddie seized the moment.


    "lucas!" he shouted, gesturing with his hand for the midfielder to come closer.


    lucas ran into the technical area, his brow furrowed in concern. "what''s wrong? is rapha coming out?" he asked, panting.


    "he''ll probably be fine," said eddie quickly. "but listen: we need to change our positioning. dahoud is their heart. now i see why dortmund paid 12 million euros to buy her a few weeks ago. however, if we put pressure on him early, we force dortmund to make mistakes. i want you and felix to move forward slightly, but keep up constant communication. leave no room for them to breathe."


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    lucas nodded. "what about the full-backs? they''re overloading us."


    eddie pointed to alex, who quickly replied: "the solution is simple: loki and aidan can''t go up at the same time. when one goes forward, the other drops back to cover. and miguel and raphael need to help more on the defensive end. all this will leave arthur more marked up front, but you''ll be freer."


    lucas absorbed everything quickly, his eyes shining with determination. "understood. i''ll pass this on to the team."


    eddie put a firm hand on lucas''s shoulder. "i trust you, kid. make it happen."


    lucas ran back onto the pitch as raphael stood up, still limping slightly. he used the time of the free-kick to speak to felix.


    "change of plan." said lucas quickly. "let''s put pressure on dahoud early. he''s their engine. if we stop him, they''ll get lost. tell miguel he needs to help loki with the marking. raphael, are you okay with continuing?"


    raphael nodded, although he still looked uncomfortable. "yes. and don''t worry."


    lucas smiled. "that''s what we need. let''s go."


    when the game restarted, brighton''s change of approach was evident. felix and lucas, now more aggressive in midfield, surrounded dahoud whenever he received the ball. this forced dortmund to look for alternatives, but their full-backs, who had previously advanced with confidence, were now hesitant, fearful of brighton''s counter-attacks.


    in the 30th minute, the pressure worked. lucas intercepted a hasty pass from dahoud and immediately released raphael down the left. the winger ran as if the previous cart had never happened, dribbling past two markers before crossing low to arthur. the center-forward shot first time, but the dortmund goalkeeper made a spectacular save, deflecting the ball for a corner.


    eddie applauded from the technical area, encouraging the team. "all right! keep going!"


    at this point, brighton looked like a team transformed. the pressure in midfield and the quick attacks from the wings put dortmund against the wall. in the 34th minute, they almost equalized with another great chance. miguel received a long throw-in from luiz fernando, cut inside and shot. the ball went very close, drawing gasps from the fans in the stands.


    however, dortmund was still dangerous. in the 40th minute, they almost went ahead on a counter-attack.


    dahoud escaped his marker momentarily and released bruun larsen, who broke into the area and shot across the goal. anton, with incredible reflexes, deflected it with his fingertips.


    anton, after his miraculous save on the counter-attack, quickly put the ball back in play. he laid it off to loki, who deftly controlled it near the by-line and, without hesitation, passed it to miguel. the winger, who until then had struggled with the double marking, this time spun past his marker and advance down the right, to eddie''s shouts of encouragement:


    "go on, miguel! pull it in!"


    miguel followed his orders, but the dortmund defense was ready. the opposing full-back, with a clean run in, disarmed the striker and regained possession.


    "get back! get back!" shouted lucas, waving his arms like a general on the pitch.


    brighton obeyed, quickly recovering their defensive lines. felix, with his tireless energy, ran to press dahoud, forcing him back. this attitude visibly bothered the dortmund players, who seemed less fluid in their transitions.


    with the clock ticking down to 43 minutes, dortmund pressed again. dahoud found space and played bruun larsen in on the left. he advanced at speed, but loki, this time more alert, blocked the cross. the ball sailed over the line, giving the visitors a corner.


    the tension was mounting. dahoud walked calmly to the corner flag, positioning the ball with precision. he looked up, analyzing the positioning of his teammates and opponents.


    "mark it! mark everyone!" shouted anton, raising his arms to organize his defense.


    the cross came in tight, aiming for the top corner. daniel riber rose high to the head, clear. the ball fell to lucas, who immediately tried to launch a counter-attack. with an impressive run, he passed a marker and released raphael on the left.


    raphael, still feeling the effects of his previous blow, didn''t have the same explosiveness as before, but he made up for it with skill. he carried the ball up the middle and tried to find arthur in the box, but his pass was intercepted by the german defense.


    the referee raised his hand, signaling two minutes of extra time. brighton knew they had to make the most of the remaining time.


    "let''s go! one more!" shouted eddie from the technical area, gesturing his players forward.


    lucas looked at the bench, sensing his coach''s confidence. he took a deep breath and positioned himself, ready for another attempt. felix stole the ball in the center circle, anticipating a pass from dahoud. wasting no time, he played it to denis, who immediately spotted lucas breaking clear near the edge of the box.


    "go, lucas!" shouted denis, flicking the ball on with precision.


    lucas controlled it with the sole of his boot, turning his body into one fluid movement. the opposing defender came forward to tackle him, but lucas deceived him with a feint to the right before cutting back to the left, leaving the defender behind.


    now alone on the edge of the box, lucas raised his head. he had a split second to decide. the dortmund goalkeeper was advancing slightly, trying to close the angle.


    lucas shot with his right foot with power and precision. the ball described a perfect curve, rising and dropping towards the top left corner of the goal. the goalkeeper stretched, but couldn''t reach it.


    the stadium erupted in shouts of joy. the ball bounced off the net and lucas, overcome with emotion, ran towards the crowd, punching the air with both hands. his teammates ran to embrace him, shouting and celebrating as if they had won the game.


    "that''s it, lucas!" shouted raphael, slipping an arm around his friend''s shoulder. "you''re a monster!"


    anton, on the other side of the pitch, knelt down briefly, grateful for the chance to go into half-time with a draw. coach eddie smiled with relief, while alex quickly jotted something down in his notebook.


    soon after, the first half ended with the referee''s whistle. the brighton players walked to the tunnel, more than relieved. the score was 2-2, and the feeling was that an away win against the group''s chief rivals could be achieved.


    in the dressing room, eddie gathered the players in a circle, with lucas in the center, still panting and glowing with confidence.


    "boys, that was incredible," began eddie. "you''ve shown that you can compete with anyone. that goal was just the start. in the second half, we need to keep up the pressure and play smart. we''ll use the wingers to exploit the spaces and keep suffocating dahoud. is that clear?"


    "yes, coach!" everyone replied in unison.

 Chapter 148 147 - Adult Responsibility

    the second half began with intensity. it was a youth uefa league match. nobody was willing to lose, especially dortmund, as they had the upper hand and were the favorites. it wouldn''t be a good way for them to start the competition.dortmund tried to impose their pace from the first few minutes, but felix was everywhere. he intercepted passes, tackled with surgical precision and still found time to guide his teammates. lucas, alongside him, complemented the pressure with an impeccable reading of the game, while denis dictated the pace when possession was regained. enjoy new tales from empire


    in the 48th minute, felix disarmed dahoud once again, prompting the german midfielder to let out a frustrated cry. he quickly played the ball to denis, who controlled the ball with an elegant touch and raised his head, looking for options.


    miguel broke clear on the right, and raphael, although limping slightly, tried to create space on the left. denis opted for a quick pass to lucas, who, as he spun over his marker, impressed the small crowd in the area.


    "that''s it, lucas! go!" shouted eddie from the technical area, gesturing for the team to move forward.


    lucas found miguel free on the right. the winger dominated, cut inside and took a shot. the ball went narrowly wide of the post, prompting a collective gasp from the stadium. even without the goal, brighton dominated the action, suffocating dortmund and controlling the midfield with mastery.


    soon, a rehearsed move almost paid off. from a corner taken by lucas, luiz fernando rose higher than everyone and headed the ball firmly into the net. the ball seemed destined for the net, but dortmund''s goalkeeper made a miraculous save to keep it out. the brighton players raised their arms in disbelief, but soon returned to their positions, determined to continue.


    then the moment that would change the tone of the game happened.


    denis received a pass from felix in midfield. he had two opponents surrounding him, but he trusted in his ability. with a subtle touch, he tried to escape the pressure, but one of the dortmund players expected his move. the two collided in a firm but clean tackle. denis fell immediately, and the sound that came out of his mouth chilled the blood of everyone around him.


    "ahhhhhh!"


    lucas turned on the spot. denis'' scream was unusual. it was visceral, full of pain and despair. he ran over to his teammate, followed by felix and the other players.


    denis held his ankle with both hands, his face contorted in agony.


    "denis! denis, look at me!" said lucas, kneeling down next to him. "breathe, man. it''s going to be okay." s§×arch* the n?velfire(.)net website on google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    but denis couldn''t answer. he just screamed again, closing his eyes so tightly that he seemed to erase the pain through willpower.


    the referee stopped the game immediately, calling the medics.


    eddie, in the technical area, put his hands on his head, his expression a mixture of concern and helplessness.


    the doctors arrived quickly. one of them put a hand on lucas''s shoulder and said: "stand back, kid. we''ll take care of it."


    lucas begrudgingly stepped back, watching as the doctors assessed denis. his ankle seemed unusually sprained, and they quickly signaled for the stretcher. denis continued to moan, although the screams had subsided into sobs of pain.


    "it''s serious, isn''t it?" felix asked lucas, his voice low.


    lucas nodded, his eyes still fixed on denis. he had never seen a teammate suffer such an injury. the scene shook him more than he wanted to admit.


    when denis was carried off the pitch, even his opponents applauded him. the brighton players were visibly affected, but lucas knew he had to take charge of the situation.


    "listen up!" he said, calling out to his teammates. "denis is going to be fine. but it''s up to us now. we need to keep fighting for him. let''s stay focused and play with even more desire. understood?"


    the players nodded, although the dejection was clear on their faces.


    eddie quickly made a substitution, bringing on javier in place of denis. the spanish midfielder came on with a determined expression, clearly aware of the responsibility he was taking on.


    "javier, stay organized. support lucas and felix, but don''t expose yourself too much," said eddie from the sidelines.


    as the game resumed, brighton tried to find their rhythm again.


    javier, although talented, was still out of sync with the rest of the team, and dortmund exploited this vulnerability.


    dahoud, who had been stifled by felix and lucas at the start of the second half, found more space to operate. he distributed passes, looking to speed up the game down the flanks.


    in the 65th minute, dortmund almost scored. bruun larsen received a deep pass and crossed low into the middle of the box. the opposing striker shot first time, but anton once again shone. with a point-blank save, he kept brighton in the match.


    daniel ran up to anton and tapped him on the shoulder. "you''re unbelievable, man! let''s turn this around!"


    anton smiled slightly, but his eyes showed absolute concentration.


    the match remained even, with chances for both sides. brighton, although shaken by the loss of denis, showed resilience.


    lucas increasingly took on the responsibility of leading the team, distributing passes, guiding his teammates and fighting for every ball as if it were his last.


    in the 75th minute, a promising move emerged. felix intercepted a pass in midfield and quickly played it to lucas. he advanced, dribbling past two defenders before opening up for raphael on the left. the winger crossed into the area where arthur could head in. the ball looked destined for goal, but again the dortmund goalkeeper made an impressive save.


    denis'' injury had shaken brighton deeply, not just because of the technical loss, but because of the emotional blow it had dealt to each of the players. lucas knew this. he could see it in the faces of his teammates, in the quick glances, the restless hands and the hesitation in every movement.


    felix, always a pillar of security, looked tense, as if the weight of the midfield was now entirely on his shoulders. raphael limped slightly, but tried hard to keep contributing, even with the tiredness on his face. arthur, the center forward, gestured with frustration, complaining about balls that didn''t arrive with the precision. and javier, denis'' replacement, seemed to carry the weight of the world on his back, as if he felt he had to prove his worth with every touch of the ball.


    lucas observed all this when the ball went out from the back, giving him a moment''s pause. he took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts. he knew the team was crumbling emotionally and, as captain, he felt a responsibility to prevent this from happening.


    ''they''re nervous,'' he thought. ''each in their own way, but they''re all feeling the pressure. this can''t go on. if we lose control, dortmund will crush us.''


    he looked around. eddie, in the technical area, was shouting instructions, but lucas knew that, right now, the coach''s words weren''t enough. it was on the pitch between them that something needed to change.


    with his gaze fixed on his teammates, lucas decided it was time to act.


    the ball was thrown towards him. he took it calmly, using his chest to cushion the impact before letting it slide smoothly onto the pitch. the muffled sound of leather against his boot echoed in his ears, and at that moment, time seemed to slow down.


    lucas raised his head. in front of him, the dortmund players were positioning themselves, ready to press him. but he was in no hurry. he felt the weight of the ball under his feet and let the world around him return to normal speed. the team needed stability, and he would be the anchor.


    "calm down..." he muttered to himself, as if his words could reverberate with the others. "we need calm."


    he turned his body slowly away from the nearest marker and made a safe sideways pass to felix. the midfielder received the ball, but hesitated for a second, clearly torn between going forward and protecting. lucas saw the doubt in his teammate''s eyes and stepped forward.


    "felix!" he called, firmly. the midfielder looked at him. "trust the game. we''re in this together."


    felix nodded slightly, and lucas received the ball again, this time already looking for a new solution. he looked at the other players. raphael was open on the left, but looked unsure. miguel on the right was surrounded, and arthur was between two defenders, almost isolated.


    "think." said lucas to himself. "they need something simple, something that reminds them of what we can do."


    he gave a short touch to javier, who immediately returned the ball, as if to get rid of it. lucas stopped and looked at him. the young spaniard avoided his gaze, but lucas knew he had to give him confidence.


    "javier, don''t be afraid. play simple. i''m here with you."


    the young man nodded, although he seemed suspicious of himself. lucas smiled slightly and made a long pass, reversing the play to miguel on the right. the ball traveled the length of the pitch with precision, and the winger controlled it well. it was exactly what lucas wanted: a moment of clarity, a break from the tension.


    miguel advanced down the flank, tried to cross, but a defender deflected the ball for a corner. as they walked into the area, lucas said to his team.


    "listen to me. we need to pull ourselves together. play calmly. if you can''t go forward, go back. let''s keep the ball, breathe and do what we know. they''re waiting for us to lose control. we will not give them that."

 Chapter 149 148 - All Right

    "if we tense up, they win. if we run like crazy, we lose. let''s play like we know how. let''s remember why we''re here," said lucas tanaka.felix was the first to react. the midfielder, who usually seemed like an unshakeable fortress, was clenching his fists. he looked at lucas, his expression a mixture of doubt and determination. "do you think we still have a chance? without denis, they''re suffocating us."


    "chance?" lucas replied, holding felix''s shoulder firmly. "we are the chance. you''re the pillar of this midfield, felix. our captain. i need you to trust your game. if you give in, the rest falls apart. but if you fight, we''ll all fight."


    felix took a deep breath, the words penetrating his insides. he knew lucas was right. he was the team''s shield, the balance between defense and attack. "all right," he said, more to himself than to lucas. "let''s do it."


    off to the side, raphael was adjusting his ankle brace, his distant gaze fixed on the ground. he didn''t need to say anything; lucas could feel the doubt consuming him. raphael, always explosive, seemed hesitant, as if he were carrying an invisible weight.


    "raphael," lucas called, approaching him. the winger raised his head, surprised by his tone. "you''re our most explosive player. when you pick up the ball and run, things happen. don''t think about what could go wrong, think about what you can do. be the player marcelli saw from the stands in the game against city. what do you think she wants to see now on the online broadcast?"


    a slight blush appeared on raphael''s face, and he gave a small smile. "she''ll see, lucas. she''ll see."


    further on, miguel looked isolated, kicking the grass of the corner with his boots. lucas knew miguel was talented, but also young like everyone else on the pitch, and that he needed confidence to shine. he approached and put a hand on the winger''s shoulder.


    "miguel, you''re fast, but you don''t have to do everything yourself. trust me. if i throw the ball in, you know what to do. simple. no complications."


    miguel nodded. "you can count on me."


    when the team finally positioned themselves in the corner, lucas saw something different in his teammates. it wasn''t as if the tiredness had disappeared, but there was something deeper, a rekindling flame. he turned to coach eddie, who just nodded from afar, acknowledging his efforts to motivate the team.


    the referee blew the whistle, and miguel prepared to take the corner. the ball came in high, spinning towards the heart of the box.


    arthur rose higher than the opposing defenders and headed the ball in with force. however, the opposing goalkeeper, well-positioned, made an impressive save, keeping the ball out of the area.


    lucas rushed out to grab the rebound. he controlled the ball with precision, pivoted to avoid a marker, and quickly played it to felix. the midfielder lifted his head and, in an agile move, laid the ball off to miguel on the right wing.


    miguel ran like an arrow, dribbling past the opposing full-back with a quick touch. when it looked like he was going to cross, he cut inside, leaving another marker behind. he looked into the area, but opted to lay the ball back to lucas, who controlled it with class, avoiding the pressure of two opponents. he raised his head and made a low pass to javier, who was near the edge of the box.


    javier hesitated for a second, but lucas'' words echoed in his mind. he took a subtle touch to the left, creating space, and shot towards goal. the ball sailed just wide of the post, drawing a collective gasp from all the fans behind the screens.


    "that''s it!" shouted lucas, raising his arms. "we''re coming! let''s keep up the pressure!"


    brighton, after moments of uncertainty, was finding their rhythm again, withstanding the pressure of the mighty dortmund u-20s. the german side was meticulous, disciplined and, above all, dangerous in quick transitions, but brighton seemed determined not to give in.


    in uefa''s official broadcasting studio, the main narrator, michael collins, followed every detail with enthusiasm.


    "what a match we''ve got here today, eh, peter?" he said, as a camera focused on the determined face of lucas tanaka, who was organizing the team in midfield after javier''s shot. "this young man from brighton seems to be everywhere. he got the rebound, started the counter-attack and even supported the build-up play."


    "that''s right, michael," replied peter gallagher, the commentator, in his deep, measured voice. "and there''s something interesting about this, lad. our field crew caught a fascinating interaction before this corner. let''s hear what our on-field commentator, david moore, has to say."


    the broadcast cut to david, who was positioned at the side of the pitch, next to coach eddie. he was dressed in a smart overcoat, but his expression was animated and engaging.


    "yes, michael, i was right next to the brighton bench and i could hear lucas tanaka talking to his teammates. it was incredible. not only did he encourage felix to pull himself together, he also gave raphael and miguel confidence. he practically acted like a captain without the armband. he spoke with authority, but without arrogance. i''d say it''s rare to see something like that in a young man of just 16."


    michael laughed softly, puzzled. "wait, 16? is that right, david?"


    "exactly. and he''s a foreigner, a japanese in a completely unique environment from what he''s probably used to. even so, he shows impressive leadership. i''d say it''s innate. he doesn''t wait for others to take responsibility. he takes them on himself, which is surprising in such young players, especially from more reserved cultures like japan."


    peter intervened, adding enthusiastically: "you know, michael, there''s something special about leaders like lucas. he has the maturity of someone with years of experience, but the energy of a kid hungry for victory. it''s a powerful combination."


    michael nodded. "and maybe that''s what brighton needs now. a spark, someone to inspire the others to fight to the end against an opponent as strong as dortmund u20."


    meanwhile, on the pitch, lucas continued his tireless work. dortmund, for their part, stuck to their well-structured strategy, exploiting the speed of their winger and the technical talent of their midfield.


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    in the 38th minute, dortmund had a moment of brilliance. a quick exchange of passes in midfield disarmed brighton''s first line of pressure.


    dortmund''s no. 10 received the ball on the left wing. he was surrounded by loki and felix, but didn''t seem intimidated. with a sudden change of direction, he passed between the two players, leaving them planted on the ground.


    "look at that!" exclaimed michael on the broadcast. "what an extraordinary talent! he makes it look so easy."


    sancho advanced towards the box, but lucas appeared like lightning, gliding across the pitch to cut the ball out with surgical precision.


    lucas quickly picked up, regaining possession and releasing raphael on the left wing. the counter-attack was fast, but dortmund reorganized themselves in time to avert the danger.


    "that''s leadership in action!" said peter enthusiastically. "he not only organizes the team but also executes when necessary."


    towards the end of the second half, the no10 received a long pass on the left wing. he controlled it elegantly and immediately set about loki, who was trying to hold his position. with a series of short dribbles, he left the full-back completely out of position and advanced towards the penalty area. then he did something unexpected. he faked a cross with his right leg, but cut inside, dribbling past two more brighton defenders who were coming towards him.


    the area seemed too small to contain his creativity. he shifted the ball onto his right foot and, with a placed shot, sent the ball into anton''s left-hand corner.


    "goooooolaaaah!" shouted michael, as the stadium filled with applause.


    the game resumed, and brighton continued to press, determined to write their own history in that match. however, although the difference was only one goal, they had little time. their first defeat as team-a came in this bitter game, marked by a serious injury to a teammate and a mountain of emotions.


    the final whistle echoed through the stadium like a deaf thunderclap, momentarily drowning out the sounds of everything else and leaving a strange, heavy silence in the air.


    the score read 3-2 to dortmund u-20. brighton was motionless, as if time had stopped.


    lucas tanaka, at the center of it all, felt his legs go weak.


    but he didn''t fall. he wouldn''t allow it.


    the japanese boy looked up, taking a deep breath. a thousand thoughts flooded his mind in an instant. he saw flashes of the game: anton''s miraculous saves, raphael''s run, felix''s passes and javier''s near-post shot. but above all, he saw all the chances he missed.


    lucas felt the weight of defeat like a stone in his chest, but something inside him refused to give in to desolation. he knew that this was when his team needed him most. so instead of succumbing, he decided.


    he applauded.


    at first, just once. then another, louder, and another, until the sound echoed clearly across the pitch. the action was so unexpected that the surrounding players, some with their hands on their heads and others crouched down, looked at him, confused.


    lucas clapped his hands again, and his voice, firm and clear, cut through the air:


    "it''s all right!" he said, raising his hands so that everyone could hear him. "it''s all right! let''s do better next time!"


    those words, simple but charged with a force that no one expected, seemed to snap the players out of their collective trance. daniel, who was still kneeling on the pitch, looked up at lucas, his face sweaty and red from exertion. aidan, who was staring at the ground, as if looking for answers in his boot prints, also turned to him.


    "raise your heads and look where you are!" lucas continued, his voice gaining intensity. "don''t look down! you''re living a dream! this pitch, this crowd, this moment... this is what we always dream of, isn''t it?" s~ea??h the n?velfire.net website on google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    luiz fernando, who was on the verge of tears, blinked rapidly and looked up at lucas.


    "don''t be ashamed of defeat! the only thing you have to fear is not facing it with your head held high!" lucas declared, walking across the pitch as if he wanted to hit each of his teammates with his words.

 Chapter 150 149 - Doubts

    the morning after the night of the trip, it was saturday. so lucas was on the training ground much earlier than usual.the defeat tormented him.


    every moment of the game seemed to play over and over in his mind, like a movie. he wanted - needed - to improve.


    "i should have done more," he muttered to himself as he put on his boots. his teammates hadn''t arrived yet. he wanted some time alone to work on the weaknesses he had identified.


    he started with quick passes against the wall, moving quickly, then moved on to medium-distance shots. each touch on the ball felt like a slight change in his determination, as if he were reprogramming his body and mind.


    the system, always present in his mind like a silent presence, notified him of his progress:


    [pass: +0.1]


    [ball control: +0.3]


    [stamina: +0.2]


    lucas stopped, his chest heaving. he watched the notification disappear. "that''s good, but what if it''s not enough?"


    he realized that, even with the growing numbers, there was something intangible that he still couldn''t reach. it was as if, despite the power the system offered him, the responsibility it brought was a greater burden than he was prepared to carry.


    over the next few days, lucas kept up an exhausting routine. he arrived early, left late, and trained on his own after normal training sessions with the team. his teammates noticed his dedication. raphael approached him one afternoon while lucas was practicing free-kicks.


    "hey, lucas. don''t you think you''re overdoing it?" he asked, throwing him a bottle of water. "everyone needs a rest, you know? even the best."


    lucas took the bottle and gave a small smile. "i know. but... i can''t help it. i feel like i''m not good enough yet."


    raphael arched an eyebrow. "not good enough? lucas, you practically carried the team in that game. did you see what you did? we were broken, and you lifted us up."


    lucas shook his head. "lifting the team is one thing. making a difference on the pitch is another. i have to be better. you all deserve it."


    raphael was silent for a moment, then nodded. "then train. but remember that we''re with you. you don''t have to do it alone."


    "thank you, raphael. i really do," lucas replied sincerely.


    on the sixth night after the defeat, lucas sat alone in his bedroom. the system flashed in his mind with a series of numbers and statistics. he could see the progress: his passes were more accurate and his stamina was increasing, but, at the same time, an inner voice persisted.


    "do i really deserve this?" he thought aloud. "if i have this power, why can''t i do more? why can''t i avoid defeat?"


    +


    [attributes]


    speed: 40


    shooting: 41


    dribbling: 36 s~ea??h the ¦Çovelfire.¦Çet website on google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    defense: 28


    physical: 39


    passing: 47


    +


    [talents]


    ball control: 16


    endurance: 12


    strength: 13


    heading: 10


    scoring: 16


    vision: 14


    positioning: 13


    +


    "i''ve improved considerably, but calculating my overall attributes allows me to understand how far below the professionals i am. if i have this power, why can''t i do more? why can''t i avoid defeat?"


    the system, always discreet but present, responded with an unexpected notification:


    [the mission "a greater path" has been granted].


    [would you like to find out the purpose of this mission?]


    lucas frowned. mission? it had been a long time since he last received a mission. he blinked a few times, trying to clear up the confusion, but the notification remained. with a sigh, he answered mentally:


    "yes."


    [main mission: a greater path].


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    goal: become the team captain at the end of the training match.


    rewards:


    +25 star points


    +1 special skill: aura of leadership (boosts teammates'' performance when you''re on the pitch).


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    lucas felt his heart race. captain? he had never even considered the possibility. for a moment, the burden of being a captain seemed overwhelming.


    "captain..." he muttered, repeating the word in a low voice. after a few seconds, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and allowed the notification to dissipate. there was no time to hesitate. if the system believed he could do it, then maybe it was time to believe it too.


    *


    the following afternoon, the training camp was empty when lucas arrived. he knew he needed to prepare not only physically, but mentally, too. the responsibility of leading the team required something he wasn''t sure he had yet: the trust of his teammates.


    he began training alone, as usual. quick passes against the wall, dribbling between makeshift cones, medium- and long-distance shots.


    ''how can i be captain if i can''t even trust myself completely?'' he thought, kicking the ball with excessive force. it sailed wide of the makeshift goal, hitting the fence posts.


    "hey, you don''t have to drill the ball," a familiar voice joked.


    lucas turned to see denis, the holding midfielder, approaching with a smile on his face. he was on crutches.


    "i hear you''ve been doing a lot of training on your own. are you planning to replace us?"


    lucas stopped immediately, surprised to see denis approaching with careful steps, leaning on his crutches. he remembered perfectly the moment denis had been injured in the game against dortmund. the scene was vivid: the cry of pain, the silence in the stands, the worried looks from the coach and his teammates. denis had been a key player in that game, and they felt his absence keenly.


    "denis? what are you doing here?" lucas asked, frowning.


    denis smiled slightly, but there was something in his eyes that showed the pain still present. "oh, you know. i can''t stay away from the countryside for long. and i''ve also heard that our young prodigy has been overdoing it in training." he waved one of his crutches in lucas'' direction, as if pointing an accusing finger.


    lucas laughed awkwardly, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. "it''s not an exaggeration, it''s just... i need to improve. after that defeat, i feel i need to make up for it. i want to have more confidence from my teammates."


    "that''s an enormous responsibility, lucas. and it''s not just about being the best player. you know that, don''t you?"


    lucas sat down next to him, staring at the empty pitch. "i know. and that''s why i''m so nervous. you trust me, but... i want to lead, and leading differs from playing well."


    denis put a hand on lucas''s shoulder. "leading is about inspiring. it''s about making everyone around you want to be better because you''re there, showing them the way. and you know what? you already do that. maybe you don''t realize it, but that''s what you do on the pitch. that''s what you did in that game against dortmund. even when all seemed lost."


    lucas looked at denis, absorbing his words. he remembered how he had fought until the last minute in that game, even though he knew the chances were slim. but leading... being a captain was a different responsibility.


    "and how do i prove it?" lucas finally asked.


    denis smiled. "first, stop thinking that you have to do everything yourself. being a captain isn''t about carrying the team on your back; it''s about making everyone feel strong enough to carry the team together. trust them as much as they trust you."


    lucas was silent for a moment, letting denis'' words settle in. he knew he was right. he had always felt the need to be perfect, to make up for any shortcomings with more effort. but perhaps leading was more about connection than performance.


    "thank you, denis. i needed to hear that." lucas finally said.


    "you''re welcome." denis picked up his crutches and left the field as he heard others approaching. "and remember: you''re not alone."


    lucas watched denis walk away.


    half an hour later, the field was full of energy. coach eddie gathered all the players together, explaining the plan for the training match. there would be two mixed teams, starters and reserves together, to test dynamics and tactics.


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    lucas was focused, but also nervous. the game began, and from the first touch of the ball, lucas attempted to put into practice what denis had said. he called for passes, organized the defense, encouraged his teammates after mistakes. at one point, raphael missed a simple chance of scoring. he put his head down, clearly frustrated.


    lucas ran up to him and put his hand on his shoulder. "come on, raphael. you can do it. next ball, i''ll pass you to the right spot. just trust me."


    raphael nodded. minutes later, lucas received the ball in midfield, dribbled past two opponents and made a perfect pass to raphael, who scored with a placed shot and went to thank lucas.


    however, things would not be so easy for lucas, because within the brighton u20s, there was someone with ambitions as big as lucas and that person was javier, someone who was already the captain of the old a-team, someone experienced, calm, older and also very intelligent. with denis injured, javier was in the starting line-up and the tactical team certainly preferred someone like him, who had the ideal profile of being a captain.

 Chapter 151 150 - Leadership

    once again, javier was on the opposite side of the pitch. his calm and confident demeanor was almost intimidating. people knew him for his tactical intelligence and ability to remain calm under pressure; these attributes made him a natural candidate for captain.lucas knew that, for many, javier was the obvious choice. but that didn''t mean he would give up easily.


    during the start of the match, lucas commanded the ball and guided his teammates. he noticed that javier, playing further back, was organizing the defense and shouting precise instructions to his teammates to make it easier for them to read the game. it was as if the two were playing mental chess.


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    in the 15th minute, lucas received a pass from miguel and saw an opportunity. he dribbled past a marker and, with a millimetre pass, put raphael face-to-face with the goalkeeper.


    raphael shot, but the ball was saved.


    meanwhile, javier took advantage of a lapse in marking to launch a quick counter-attack. he distributed the ball with precision to miguel, who crossed for arthur. the center-forward headed the ball firmly, but anton, with impressive reflexes, made the save.


    javier raised his arm and shouted: "yes, anton! that''s what we need! focus!"


    ''is he trying to motivate even my goalkeeper? what a prick...'' thought lucas.


    the next few minutes were an actual test of mental endurance for lucas and javier. lucas knew he had to do more than create plays; he had to be vocal, guide, correct mistakes and inspire confidence.


    when felix lost the ball in midfield, lucas ran to cover the space, tackling his opponent before he could get forward.


    "felix, let''s adjust and keep going!" he shouted, looking the midfielder in the eye.


    felix seemed a little annoyed by the situation, but nodded, visibly motivated.


    however, javier wasn''t letting up either. he expected several moves, cutting out dangerous passes and distributing the ball calmly. at a crucial moment, he commanded a perfect offside line, nullifying an attack that could have resulted in a goal.


    both sides were looking to win, with the score tied at 0-0.


    lucas realized he had to take a chance. he received the ball in midfield, turned quickly and advanced. two markers came towards him, but he dodged them with a <mirage feint>. seeing hillebrand unmarked, lucas made a precise run.


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    but javier was undeterred. he gathered his teammates and encouraged them not to lose their heads. "it''s all right. it was a normal goal. let''s stay calm and play our game," he said.


    a few minutes later, it was javier himself who started a move that culminated in a goal from miguel, leveling the match again.


    as miguel and javier had once played in the same team, javier knew how to use him better than felix or me.


    in the last few minutes, the game became a fierce battle. lucas and javier were everywhere, each trying to outdo the other, not just with skill but with leadership.


    lucas noticed his teammates were responding to his words and actions. when aidan almost lost the ball near the sideline, lucas ran to help him, regaining possession.


    aidan smiled with relief and thanked him with a nod.


    on the other hand, javier demonstrated his leadership differently. he was less emotional, but extremely effective. after a mistake by parker in defense, javier put his hand on his shoulder and said something that only parker heard.


    the young defender nodded, and in the next play, made a crucial tackle. javier knew exactly how to communicate with each player, adapting to their personalities.


    when the final whistle blew, the score was level.


    the players collapsed on the pitch, exhausted but satisfied with their collective effort.


    coach eddie called everyone to the center of the pitch. "it was a brilliant match, guys. you showed grit, intelligence and, above all, team spirit," he said, looking at each player. eddie then turned to lucas and javier. "today, we saw two different leadership on the pitch. lucas, his energy and ability to inspire his teammates were incredible. javier, his calmness and tactical intelligence, kept the team balanced. both showed qualities of a true captain."


    there was a tense silence as eddie looked at them both. "but there can only be one captain. i''ll announce my decision before the next game. it''s been a great rest week. you guys needed it."


    lucas and javier exchanged a look. there was no hostility, just mutual respect. as the players dispersed, javier approached lucas.


    "you played very well today," he said, holding out his hand.


    "you too." replied lucas, shaking it. "may the best man win."


    "actually..." javier put a hand to the back of his head. "i don''t intend to accept the role of captain if the coach offers it to me."


    lucas arched his eyebrows in surprise. "what do you mean? what do you mean? you''re an obvious choice. everyone trusts you. you know how to organize the team, how to talk to each player. why would you give up?"


    javier sighed, crossing his arms and looking at the empty field in front of him. the late afternoon light created long shadows, and the gentle wind swayed the flags in the corners of the pitch. he seemed to choose his words carefully.


    "lucas, i''m older than you. i''m almost twenty. i know that my chances of making it in professional soccer are getting slimmer by the day. you still have time. you can grow, improve, stand out. but for me, every game is a chance i can''t waste."


    lucas frowned, confused: "but what does that have to do with being captain? if you''re the best candidate, then you should take it. isn''t it one more chance?"


    javier shook his head slowly, a sad smile on his lips. "being captain is more than wearing an armband or giving instructions on the pitch. it''s about caring about the entire team, always being aware of what each player is doing, helping to correct mistakes, motivating when things get tough. that''s something i enjoy doing, but... it also takes my focus off my game."


    lucas was silent. he had never thought of the role of captain in this way. he had always seen leadership as an honor, a noble responsibility. but now, listening to javier, he realized it could also be a burden.


    "professional teams look for talented players, lucas," javier continued, turning to face him. "not good leaders. leadership is something that can be learned, but talent... talent is unique. if i focus too much on leading, i end up sacrificing my performance. and without exceptional performance, no team will want to hire me."


    lucas stepped forward, looking directly into javier''s eyes. "but you''re an excellent player. and an excellent leader. you don''t have to choose one or the other. you can be both."


    javier laughed softly, but there was a touch of melancholy in his laugh. "i appreciate you saying that, but it doesn''t work like that for me. i know where my limitations are. and that doesn''t mean i don''t want to help the team. but leading... leading is a weight i can''t carry right now. not if i want to have any chance of realizing my dream. now, more than ever, i need to focus on my game, on my individual evolution. i wouldn''t like to say this, but denis'' injury has opened up a window of opportunity for me in the first team and i want to play, i want to win a title at brighton and go to some mid-table team in germany or italy where i can really stand out."


    lucas felt a lump form in his throat. he had never considered how much javier was sacrificing to make a name for himself in soccer. "what if you accept being captain and it ends up helping your career? being recognized as a leader on the pitch is also a plus."


    javier shrugged. "maybe it is. but not for me. not now. i''ve made my decision, lucas. and, to be honest, i think you''d be an excellent captain. you have the energy, passion and respect of the other players. they trust you, even if you don''t realize it yet."


    lucas opened his mouth to reply, but the words stuck. he wanted to argue, to convince javier that he was wrong, but something in his teammate''s tone of voice stopped him. there was a certainty there, an unshakeable conviction.


    javier put his hand on lucas'' shoulder. "listen, lucas. the captain''s armband isn''t about who speaks the loudest or who gives the most orders. it''s about who inspires others, who makes them believe they can win, even when all seems lost. and you already do that. you''re already a leader, even if you don''t realize it."


    lucas felt a mixture of emotions. part of him felt honored by javier''s words, but another part was full of doubts.


    "but... what if i fail? what if i''m not good enough to lead the team?"


    javier smiled, a warm, genuine smile. "every captain fails sometimes. the important thing is how you deal with it. you learn, you grow and you carry on leading. nobody expects you to be perfect, lucas. they just expect you to do your best."


    "if the coach chooses me... i''ll take it. i''ll do my best," said lucas.

 Chapter 152 151 - Aura of Leadership

    the following afternoon was the day of the training match against everton fc. in the changing room at finch farm, everton''s training center, the players were getting ready.lucas sat on the bench and pulled up his socks. this game would be decisive in determining the starters for the next uefa youth league match.


    eddie, the coach, entered the dressing room. his presence immediately captured everyone''s attention. he was a tall man with an imposing posture and a penetrating gaze.


    "boys, you have an important game today. despite losing against dortmund in our last game, we haven''t lost in the league yet. it''s a chance for each of you to show why you''re here. everton are strong opponent, but all teams are. what matters is how you play, how you work together and how you deal with pressure. if you''re aligned, we have the talent in this group to win every championship."


    eddie walked to the center of the locker room and then something unexpected happened. he turned to lucas, his eyes fixed on him.


    "lucas." said eddie, calling him firmly.


    all eyes in the changing room turned to him. the silence was absolute.


    lucas felt his heart racing. he stood up slowly, feeling the gaze of his teammates. "yes, coach?"


    eddie gave a small smile. "i''ve been watching you over the last few practices. i''ve seen your dedication, your hard work and your will to improve. but more importantly, i''ve seen how you inspire your teammates during matches. how you motivate them, even without realizing it. that''s something rare."


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    "here''s something new for all of you..." eddie continued. "before that game against team-a, coach jimenez and i spoke to lucas in private. jimenez wanted to take lucas to the a-team. however, when lucas found out what was going to happen with team-b, such as the championships they would compete for, he denied jimenez''s request and made a curious offer: a game for the top spot in the championships."


    "what?" daniel asked, shocked.


    "you won and, thanks to that, i took over as head coach for our top youth team. i have a lot to thank you for, lucas. i even need to thank you for the many times you''ve lifted the burdens off my back and alex''s."


    lucas felt his face heat. he didn''t know what to say.


    "that''s why..." continued eddie, taking the captain''s armband out of his pocket. "i want you to be captain today. it won''t be permanent, because i have a lot of faith in felix''s tough spirit. however, he needs to focus on developing some aspects too."


    the dressing room erupted in murmurs. some players smiled, others looked surprised, but no one objected.


    lucas swallowed. he looked at javier, who just smiled and whispered: "go on. you can do it."


    eddie held out the armband, and lucas took it with trembling hands. he put it on his arm, feeling as if it was heavier than he had expected. but when he looked at his teammates, he saw something that gave him confidence: they believed in him.


    "we''re going to win today!" roared lucas, trying to sound confident.


    "yes!" everyone answered at the same time and in one voice.


    -:-


    as the teams took to the pitch for their third match in the premier youth league 2017, the stands at everton''s training center gathered dozens of curious and passionate youth soccer fans.


    the biting autumn cold didn''t intimidate the spectators. the weak rays of the sun cast a golden glow over the pitch, while the wind stirred up the fallen leaves around the stadium.


    in the broadcast booth, henry, the veteran narrator, adjusted the microphone. "good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. we''re living from finch farm, where two of england''s great youth teams will face off. brighton and everton are still unbeaten this season, and it''s no wonder that this clash is being closely watched by soccer lovers."


    "exactly, henry," replied clara rodriguez, the commentator. "both teams have shown incredible soccer. everton has a very good attack, while brighton impresses with their organization in midfield and attack."


    henry adjusted his glasses and pointed at the pitch. "clara, have you noticed anything different today? it looks like brighton''s lucas is wearing the captain''s armband. that''s an interesting change."


    clara smiled. "henry, you must remember the last few games, right? lucas is a talented youngster who has been outstanding. he scored two important goals and helped to distribute the play against manchester city. eddie, the brighton manager, has a lot of faith in him. it will be interesting to see how he leads the team today."


    on the pitch, lucas felt the cold seep through his skin, but the adrenaline kept him warm. he looked at his teammates and saw confidence in their eyes.


    when the starting whistle blew, lucas was focused, but something momentarily took that focus away from him.


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    lucas smiled and shouted: "come on, brighton!"


    immediately, lucas also used the skill <aura of leadership>. this skill increased the stamina of all the players on his team by 30%, making them feel a great sense of momentum.


    the game began with intensity. lucas quickly took up his position in midfield and started organizing the moves. he watched his teammates'' movements and looked for spaces to exploit. in the fifth minute, he received the ball from felix, controlled it with his right leg and looked ahead. he saw miguel running down the right flank and made a long pass, precise as lightning.


    miguel reached the ball near the end line, cut inside, and crossed low. arthur tried to finish the first time, but the everton defender intercepted. the ball fell to denis, who shot hard, but the opposing goalkeeper made a great save, sending it out for a corner.


    lucas ran to take the corner. he took a deep, concentrated breath as the wind blew his black hair back. he hit the ball, sending it into the penalty area.


    daniel riber rose higher than anyone and headed the ball firmly, but again the everton goalkeeper stretched to save.


    everton tried to respond with a quick counter-attack, but lucas was alert. he intercepted the pass in midfield and, wasting no time, laid it off to raphael on the left. raphael dominated with class, dribbled past the full-back and crossed into the area. this time, arthur positioned himself well and headed the ball just wide of the post.


    lucas was thinking quickly: ''we''re pressing well, but we need to finish with more precision. everton is closing down the spaces in the center, so we need to exploit the edges.''


    he drew felix and javier close during a break. "listen, everton is blocking our middle. let''s work more with miguel and raphael on the wings. when we have space, cross for arthur or shoot from outside the box."


    felix nodded. "understood. let''s keep up the pressure."


    the plan bore fruit. in the 15th minute, miguel received a precise throw-in from lucas, dribbled past two defenders and shot wide. the ball deflected off the defender and deceived the goalkeeper, hitting the back of the net.


    "brighton gooaaaaaalll!" exclaimed henry, rising from his chair in the box.


    as the brighton players celebrated, lucas raised his arms and ran towards miguel, hugging him warmly.


    "that''s it, miguel! great play!" said lucas as the rest of the team came forward to celebrate the first goal.


    with the game restarted, everton tried to impose more pace. they pushed forward from the wings, but brighton was ready.


    loki''s marking was impeccable, and he could make a clean breakaway, moving quickly into attack. he played the ball to felix, who immediately sought lucas.


    lucas received the pass with his back to his marker, turned masterfully, and found raphael on the left. with his characteristic speed, raphael passed the opposing full-back and crossed into the area. arthur tried to head the ball in, but was blocked by an everton defender. the ball fell to felix on the edge of the area, who took a shot. everton''s goalkeeper again made an incredible save to keep it out.


    "brighton keep pressing, clara. they''re not letting everton breathe!" commented henry enthusiastically.


    "yes, henry. it''s amazing how lucas is controlling the midfield. he''s been the heart of the team, organizing every move with precision."


    in the 25th minute, everton found spaces. a passing error in midfield left brighton vulnerable, and the opposing striker advanced quickly down the right.


    luiz fernando tried to clear, but the striker crossed low. the ball found a teammate on the edge of the box, who shot wide. anton, the brighton goalkeeper, stretched completely to save the shot and send it out for a corner. luckily, the corner only resulted in a header.


    during the pause for a goal kick, lucas approached eddie on the sidelines. "coach, they''re exploiting our back line. we need to adjust the defensive line and protect the middle more."


    eddie nodded. "you''re right. tell felix to drop back a bit more and support the defenders."


    lucas returned to the pitch and passed on the instructions. "felix, help luiz and daniel cover. we need to close off the central space."


    felix nodded, and brighton returned to the game in a more compact position. this change quickly frustrated everton, who could no longer get forward with the same ease.


    lucas was playing his part, but there was one thing on his mind: "goal... goal... i want to score goals too."

 Chapter 153 152 - Begrudgingly

    experience more on empirelucas tanaka knew he was playing well, but he felt a growing restlessness in his chest. it wasn''t just the will to win, but a need to prove something - to himself and to others.


    jimenez''s words echoed in his mind, like a shadow he couldn''t shake off: "being captain hindered my performance as a player."


    he looked at the pitch in front of him, studying every movement, every possibility. the match was under control, but his goal - his goal - seemed increasingly essential to calm not his team, but his heart. it wasn''t just out of pride. it was a way of reaffirming that he could carry the armband and be decisive at the same time.


    his mind was racing to find an answer.


    ''if i score, they''ll see. everyone will see. i''m not just a leader; i''m a player who can change the game.''


    as the ball moved around midfield, lucas adjusted his position. his strategic awareness kept him on his toes. he knew he had to take advantage of every loophole, every tiny opportunity that came his way.


    by the 30th minute, brighton was dominating the game. their possession was overwhelming, and everton looked increasingly trapped. without possession, their forwards couldn''t score, and that was the strength of this young everton team.


    lucas called jimenez and felix in for a quick chat.


    "listen, we need a bit more dynamism to attack. i want you to get closer to the box when we have possession. i''ll try to break the lines with a pass or, if space opens up, risk an individual move."


    jimenez nodded. "got it, captain. let''s find the spaces."


    lucas soon put his idea into practice. he received the ball from felix and advanced through the center. a marker came towards him, but lucas, with a slight change of direction and a subtle touch, passed as if the defender were just an invisible obstacle. he raised his head and saw miguel running down the right. the pass came off his foot. miguel received it and looked at arthur, but miguel''s cross was intercepted.


    lucas returned to midfield, frustrated. his heart was beating faster than usual. he knew he had to be even more incisive.


    shortly afterwards, the ball arrived at lucas'' feet again. he avoided pressure from two everton players and sped up towards the middle. this time, he wouldn''t look for the pass. he wanted the responsibility, the shine of being the protagonist.


    an opposing defender approached, but lucas feinted right, pulled left, and left his marker behind. another defender tried to block him, but lucas raised his head and shot hard from outside the area. the ball skimmed the crossbar.


    "uuuuuh!" rang out from the stands.


    he clenched his fists, annoyed with himself. it was an excellent shot, but not good enough. "i can do better. i''ll do better."


    as the everton goalkeeper repositioned the team, lucas ran up to felix. "keep covering my position in the middle. i''m going to infiltrate the attack more."


    felix hesitated for a second, as they had the lead and there was no need to expose himself so much, but lucas was the captain and felix had to agree.


    "go on. i''ll hold the line."


    sure, lucas knew that his change of strategy was a risk. his role as captain and midfielder required balance, but he couldn''t ignore the desire burning inside him. with every touch of the ball, with every missed opportunity, the pressure seemed to increase.


    "if i don''t score, i''ll think to myself that jimenez was right. that i can''t lead and be decisive at the same time. i can''t let that happen."


    he looked for more balls in the attacking half, playing further forward than usual. his mind was divided between organizing the team and creating chances for himself. ''it''s not selfish if i score. it''s leadership.


    in the 42nd minute, loki regained possession on the right wing and laid the ball off to felix. lucas was already on the move, positioning himself between the opposing defenders. felix noticed and made a low pass, breaking the line.


    lucas received the ball with precision and looked at the goal. only one defender was in front of him. he feinted to the right, but quickly cut back to the left, leaving his opponent off balance. with enough space, lucas set up the shot.


    the stadium held its breath, and he shot hard while aiming for the bottom left corner.


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    "gooooooooalllllllll of lucas!" shouted henry from the broadcast booth. "a magnificent goal! he cleared the ball with impressive calm and finished perfectly!"


    "that boy is... speechless. i''m not one for praise, but i believe great things await lucas in his future. yes, it''s too early to say so categorically, but there are few players i''ve seen adapt so naturally to another country and another soccer culture."


    lucas raised his arms in a gesture of pure release. adrenaline pulsed through his veins as his teammates ran towards him to celebrate. he felt the invisible weight he had been carrying since jimenez''s words finally dissipate.


    for a moment, he was just a boy playing soccer, but also a captain who had just proved his point.


    on the bench, eddie watched with a discreet smile. he knew lucas had something special. that goal wasn''t just about winning the game; it was a milestone in the inexperienced player''s personal development.


    alex, the assistant coach, leaned over to eddie and commented: "he handles pressure like a few others. he seems to have been born for it."


    "he still has a lot to learn, but yes, lucas is very good."


    in the broadcast booth, henry adjusted his glasses as clara spoke enthusiastically. "certainly. lucas tanaka isn''t just skilled; he''s intelligent. and remember: he''s so young! excuse me, brighton, but hello to big european clubs! what are you thinking now?"


    henry nodded. "since the start of the game, he''s been brighton''s maestro. every move goes through him. you can see how the other players trust him, even though he''s so young. that''s rare."


    while the commentators analyzed lucas'' impact on the game, small cameras and cell phones recorded every movement of the boy who, without knowing it, was already becoming a sensation.


    in the end, the match ended 5-0 to brighton. with a goal from arthur and one from willian in the second half, to complete the rout.


    later that morning, lucas was in his room, resting. the hotel where the team was staying was a good one with a great single bed, but his mind was racing, unable to switch off from the game. he picked up his cell phone, thinking he''d watch the replays or maybe answer a few messages from friends and family in japan.


    when he opened social media, he was immediately bombarded with notifications. his profile was being mentioned by several people.


    also, "lucas tanaka" was in the top 100 trends on twitter in the uk, and he could hardly believe the amount of messages he was receiving. there were clips of his goal, comments from fans, memes, and also technical analysis.


    @brightonfanatic posted: "tanaka is the future! what a game, what leadership! are we seeing a great promise born? #lucastanaka"


    a famous sports commentator, known for his harsh criticism of many youth teams, tweeted: "lucas tanaka is a rare talent. a complete player with a mature head for his age. if he keeps this up, he''ll soon be in one of the european giants."


    lucas laughed softly, shaking his head. "european giants? i''ve only just started," he muttered to himself.


    but the impact of his performance was not limited to the uk. japanese websites were also commenting on him. sports websites in japan were highlighting the young prodigy who had left his homeland to pursue his european dream and was making a name for himself at an english club.


    videos of his goal racked up thousands of views just a few hours after the game. japanese fans filled the comments sections with words of encouragement and pride.


    "tanaka-san represents us with honor. japanese soccer needs more young players like him!" wrote one user.


    another message read: "so proud to see one of us shining in england! go tanaka-chan!"


    the words of support warmed lucas'' heart. he sent a message to his parents, who were in japan, sharing the moment.


    "did you see the game?" he asked.


    "yes, we did," replied his mother, ayumi, almost immediately. "we''re so proud of you, lucas. your father even cried when you scored."


    lucas smiled. his parents had always supported him, even when he left for a continent so far away.


    "thanks for everything, guys."


    the next day, journalists were waiting for the brighton players on their way back to the training center. when lucas arrived, accompanied by raphael and miguel, reporters immediately surrounded him.


    "lucas, what was going through your mind when you scored?" asked one journalist.


    "do you feel you''re ready to take on an even bigger role at brighton?" asked another.


    lucas felt a little nervous in front of the cameras, and suddenly a voice said:


    "leave the boy alone, barflies."


    lucas looked back and saw eddie walking down the steps of the bus, and when he got off, the bus itself seemed relieved not to have to bear all his weight.


    "now, we just want a few words from this promising young man." said one journalist.


    "what you want is some nervous response from the boy to make headlines. now go! get out of here!"


    a little begrudgingly, the reporters left the bus.

 Chapter 154 153 - Contract Proposal

    when lucas and raphael arrived at the training center, they sensed that the atmosphere was a little different. there was a certain buzz among the staff. lucas tried to ignore it, but the feeling that something was going on was undeniable.as soon as he stepped onto the pitch for morning training, he was called over by alex, the assistant coach.


    "lucas, the youth director, wants to talk to you. right away."


    "me?" lucas asked, surprised.


    "yes. come with me. he''s in the meeting room."


    lucas quickly glanced at his puzzled companions. raphael shrugged, while miguel said with a smile, "good luck, captain."


    the main meeting room of the training center was elegant and familiar to lucas. a large, dark wood table dominated the space, surrounded by black leather chairs. the walls were decorated with historical photos of brighton, highlighting important moments in the club''s history.


    on entering, lucas found three people waiting for him. eddie was there, sitting next to alex, the assistant coach. but in the center of the table was an imposing figure:


    william mcgonagall, brighton''s youth director. he was an old man with gray hair and shrewd eyes. his posture exuded authority with that expensive suit.


    "lucas, please sit down," said mr. mcgonagall, showing a chair in front of him. his voice was firm, but not rude.


    lucas obeyed. he looked at coach eddie, who gave him a slightly encouraging smile.


    "before we start, i want to say that we''ve been very impressed with your recent performance, especially in the game against everton," said mcgonagall. "you showed maturity, leadership and, of course, technical ability. these are rare qualities in such an inexperienced player."


    "thank you, sir," replied lucas in a normal tone, although his heart was beating fast.


    mcgonagall gestured to alex, who placed an envelope on the table. "let''s get straight to the point. as you know, your current contract with brighton is valid for two years, until you turn 18. however, based on your performance and the growing interest you''ve generated, we believe it''s time to review this contract."


    lucas blinked, surprised. "review? what do you mean?"


    mcgonagall opened the envelope, took out a piece of paper and placed it on the table, revealing a new contract. she nuzzled it against lucas.


    "this is a new contract we''d like you to accept. it lasts for four years, with a significant increase in your salary, based on performance targets. it also includes a termination clause worth 100 million euros."


    lucas''s eyes widened. "a hundred million? but... i''m not worth that."


    mcgonagall smiled slightly. "we know that, lucas. the clause is not a reflection of your current value, but a measure to protect the club. we want to ensure that if another club wants to take you, and of course you want to leave, we have the bargaining power to negotiate good terms. it''s common practice."


    lucas picked up the contract with trembling hands and leafed through it. he knew little about legal language, but a few things caught his eye: the bonuses for goals scored, assists and even awards for collective achievements and also the increase in the main salary when he became a professional. the salary offered was several times higher than what he currently received, reaching 20,000 euros if all the targets were met.


    it was a lot of money, but, at the same time, it seemed barely less than what he imagined he would earn when he became a professional.


    "i... i don''t know what to say," lucas admitted, looking at eddie.


    the coach intervened, his voice calm. "lucas, no one is pressuring you to make a decision now. we want you to read the contract calmly, talk to your family and your agent, if you have one. but we think this is an opportunity to show how much we value you at the club."


    mcgonagall added: "we also want to clarify that this contract is not just about money. it''s about our commitment to you. we believe you can become one of brighton''s big names in the future, and we want to give you the stability and support you need to grow."


    lucas nodded slowly, trying to take it all in. "thank you for your confidence, sir. i''ll take the contract and think about it."


    "of course." said mcgonagall, standing up and holding out his hand. "we look forward to hearing your response."


    lucas shook his hand, still feeling the weight of the situation. when he left the room, his hands were shaking.


    -:-


    later, back in the dormitory room, lucas sat on the bed with the contract in hand. he called his parents in japan to tell them the news.


    "a new contract?" asked his father, his voice full of pride and surprise. "that''s incredible, lucas!"


    "yes, but it''s also scary," lucas confessed. "it''s a big step, and i don''t know if i''m ready."


    "lucas, remember why you started playing soccer? you have talent, but you also have courage. trust yourself," said ayumi. "if you''re not comfortable with this contract, don''t take it." sea??h th§× n??el fire.n§×t website on google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    lucas slid his finger over the numbers on the contract. four years. one hundred million euros in the termination clause. twenty thousand euros in potential. it was enough money to help his family, but not enough.


    just as he was about to say goodbye to his parents and hang up the phone, he heard his father shouting on the other end:


    "wait, lucas!" he exclaimed and grabbed the cell phone from ayumi''s hands. "i might help with that."


    "what do you mean, dad?"


    "i know someone in the uk. he''s worked with a few players in the past. he''s not a big manager or anything, but he knows how things work. i''ll get in touch with him. maybe he can introduce you to a reliable agent."


    lucas widened his eyes. "really? you know someone like that?"


    "yes. he''s an old friend from work, peter collins. he''s british, but lived in japan for a few years. we got on well, and he always talked about soccer and how he knew people in the industry. i told him i had a son who loved soccer. i''ll call him and see what i can do."


    lucas felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, as an agent could advise him on what to do.


    "thanks, dad. i even thought about looking for someone before, but... i get so many emails every week and it''s hard to know who to trust. i don''t want to make the wrong decision."


    "i understand, son. i''ll make the call right now."


    "okay. i''ll wait for you to talk to this peter. let me know when you have an answer."


    "of course, lucas. now get some rest. tomorrow''s another busy day."


    lucas smiled slightly. "good night, dad. thanks for everything."


    "good night, lucas. we''re proud of you."


    he disconnected the call and looked at the contract once more. it was strange how that piece of paper seemed so insignificant and yet so imposing.


    -:-


    the next day...


    the sound of boots echoed across the pitch as the brighton players warmed up. lucas tried to focus on training, but his mind was still stuck on the contract. he kicked the ball harder than necessary, sending it flying wide.


    "hey, lucas! easy there!" shouted raphael, laughing as he ran to retrieve the ball. "what happened? you''re playing like you''re going to knock over the goal!"


    lucas sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "i''m sorry, raphael. it''s just... a lot on my mind."


    raphael stopped next to him, holding the ball. "what is it? is it about the contract you mentioned yesterday?"


    "yes. i don''t know what to do. it seems like a wonderful opportunity, but... it''s a big step. i don''t want to make any mistakes."


    raphael gave lucas a friendly pat on the shoulder. "look, i''m no expert, but you''re one of the best players i''ve ever seen. i don''t want to know the numbers, but i know they don''t give astronomical contracts to youngsters like us and so we can feel that it''s too little. but renewals happen every year. you can get a sum now, and maybe you''ll get another renewal offer when you excel in the pros."


    lucas smiled, feeling a little lighter. "thanks, raphael. you''re a good friend."


    "sure, man. now let''s get back to training before eddie yells at us."


    that late afternoon, as he was leaving the training center, lucas'' phone rang. it was an unknown number. he answered, cautiously.


    "hello?"


    "lucas? this is peter collins. your father asked me to call you."


    lucas relaxed a little. "oh, yes. my father mentioned you. thanks for getting in touch."


    "no problem. your father talked about your situation, and i understand that you''re overwhelmed. decisions like this can be tricky, especially at the start of your career. but that''s what agents and consultants are here for: to make sure you make the best decision possible."


    "i get a lot of emails from agents. i just want someone i can get references from."


    "clever of you," replied peter. "there are many moral agents, but there are also opportunists. if you want, i can introduce you to someone i know. he''s an experienced agent, he''s worked with promising young people like you and he''s reliable. we can arrange a chat so you can get to know him and see if you like him."


    "sure, why not?" lucas shrugged. experience more content on empire


    "good. then please go to the mount caf¨¦ in the center of brighton. he''s already waiting for you."


    "what? already?"


    "yes, when i called him and told him about you, he immediately got in his car and left london. incidentally, he can have a slightly agitated personality. please try to overlook that."

 Chapter 155 154 - Jimmy McAllister, The Agent

    to lucas, peter collins seemed trustworthy, and if his father trusted him, then so should he. even so, meeting a complete stranger in a coffee to discuss the future of his career made his palms sweat."all right." he muttered to himself and headed for brighton city center.


    the journey was uneventful, but his mind was racing. he tried to imagine what this agent would be like: a man in an impeccable suit, perhaps, or a soccer veteran with behind-the-scenes stories to tell. s§×arch* the n??efire.¦Çet website on google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    in the end, nothing could prepare him for what he was about to encounter.


    coffee mount was small and cozy, with an exposed brick fa?ade and a moss-green awning that swayed slightly in the wind. warm lights illuminated the interior, with dark wooden tables and a shelf full of old books at the back. the aroma of fresh coffee filled the air, mixed with the sweet smell of homemade cakes.


    lucas entered and looked around.


    in the corner, near a window overlooking the street, a man was gesturing animatedly while talking on the phone. he didn''t seem to fit in with the cozy atmosphere of the coffee. he wore a rather gaudy light blue suit, a tie with diagonal stripes and shoes that shone as if they had been polished minutes before. his brown hair was slicked back with a generous amount of gel and a confident smile was on his face, even as he spoke on the phone.


    ''that must be him,'' thought lucas, hesitantly.


    as soon as their eyes met, the man hung up the phone with a quick movement and stood up. he opened his arms as if he was about to hug lucas, but stopped before he got too close.


    "lucas! brighton''s boy wonder! i''m jimmy mcallister, but you can call me jimmy. please, sit down, sit down!" he said, pulling up a chair with exaggerated enthusiasm.


    lucas hesitated for a moment, but eventually sat down. jimmy sat down too and immediately gestured to the waiter.


    "two cappuccinos, please! you like cappuccino, don''t you? oh, and also bring that carrot cake from your poster, because it seems a sin not to try it," said jimmy, winking at the waiter, who just nodded, clearly used to eccentric customers.


    lucas opened his mouth to reply, but jimmy kept talking without pause.


    "let me tell you something, kid. when peter called me and told me about you, i thought: ''that''s a sign. a sign that i need to drop everything i''m doing and come running to brighton. and here i am! because you know what i see in you? i see a rough diamond, ready to be cut. and who better to polish it than me, jimmy mcallister, the man who has turned dreams into reality for young talents all over europe?"


    lucas tried to intervene. "i..."


    "sure, sure, let''s talk about what really matters," interrupted jimmy, leaning forward as if he were about to tell a secret. "that brighton contract. i can see from your eyes that you''re not convinced. let me guess: good money, but not good enough. termination clause? high enough to scare off any other club. am i right or am i right?"


    lucas blinked, surprised. "it''s... more or less that."


    jimmy tapped the table, satisfied. "i knew it! listen, lucas. they know how valuable you are, but they''re playing it carefully. they don''t want you to realize how special you are. and that''s why you need me. i''m the guy who''s going to make sure you get everything you deserve, whether it''s this contract or the next. want 30,000 euros a week instead of 20? i can do that. want a fairer termination clause? consider it done. but before you do anything, tell me: what do you want, lucas? because that''s what matters."


    "i just want to do what''s right for my career. i don''t want to be greedy, but i also don''t want to regret it in the future."


    jimmy smiled, as if he''d heard exactly what he wanted. "and that''s why you''re special, kid. humility, talent and a clear head. tell you what: i''ll analyze that contract for you. in detail. i''ll talk to brighton, if you want, and make sure they know they''re not dealing with just anyone. they''re dealing with lucas tanaka, the future of soccer."


    just then, the waiter arrived with cappuccinos and carrot cake. jimmy immediately took a slice and pushed it towards lucas.


    "eat it, eat it! you can''t make big decisions on an empty stomach."


    lucas took a small piece, still a little suspicious, but he couldn''t deny that the cake was delicious. as he ate, jimmy continued talking, detailing his experiences with other players, always with a dramatic and exaggerated tone.


    "two years ago, i worked with a boy in a similar situation. today? he''s playing in la liga and earning three times what they initially offered. and do you know why? because he trusted me. lucas, i''m your ticket to stardom. not just on the pitch, but off it too. i have lots of contacts, and in the future, when you become famous, and you will, you''ll have lots of sponsors."


    "now, let''s talk about values. i usually take twenty percent." jimmy mcallister put down his fork with an unnecessary flourish, while straightening his tie as if he were about to sign a million-dollar contract. "i know what you''re thinking. twenty percent sounds like a lot, right? but let me explain it to you, kid: what you get isn''t just money. it''s freedom, it''s control over your career. that''s priceless. and frankly, i''m an investment. bet on me and you''ll see returns you can''t even imagine right now."


    lucas leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.


    jimmy was unlike anyone he had ever met. charismatic, convincing, but... a little too theatrical.


    "what if-" lucas began, but jimmy interrupted him with a broad gesture.


    "no ''what ifs'', lucas. listen, this current contract with brighton? it''s a trap disguised as an opportunity. i''ve seen it before. they offer you a decent sum, make you feel special, but secretly trap you. hidden clauses, image rights? forget it. you''re selling your future for crumbs, kid."


    lucas frowned. he wasn''t na?ve. he was an adult in a man''s body. and even he had heard stories of players trapped in unfavorable contracts, but he didn''t want to believe that brighton would do this to him. still, jimmy''s confidence was intriguing.


    "okay. if you think you can improve the contract, fine. but how are you going to do that?"


    jimmy clapped his hands, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "there you go! that''s the right question. first, we need to understand what you want, kid. money? clauses? easy transfers to european giants in the future? what drives lucas tanaka''s heart?"


    lucas hesitated. he wasn''t the player obsessed with money, but he wanted security for his family and the freedom to grow as an athlete. naturally, he knew that if he went to a big club in europe, he would get money. however, before leaving brighton or turning professional, he wanted a title with his current teammates.


    "i want a fair contract. something that shows that brighton trust me, but that also allows me to grow. i don''t want to be stuck, you know? i want the chance to go further the moment i''m ready for it."


    jimmy nodded vigorously. "fair enough! fair! you want respect and freedom. that''s what i''m talking about. now, listen: i know the tricks. they''ll try to convince you they''re doing what''s best for you. but i''m going to turn this contract into something you''ll be proud to sign. trust me."


    lucas tried not to roll his eyes, but jimmy''s extravagance was wearing him down. "what about your commission? you mentioned twenty percent. that''s... high, don''t you think?"


    jimmy put a hand to his chest, as if offended. "high? high? lucas, we''re talking about a premium service here! twenty percent isn''t just about money. it''s about opening doors, making sure you never worry about the boring details of bureaucracy. i take care of all that, while you do what you do best: shine on the pitch. and hey, if that bothers you, we can renegotiate in the future. i''m a flexible man!"


    "no. let''s negotiate now. if you''ve come all the way from london and you''re here, that means you have expectations of me." i put both hands on the table and interlocked my fingers. "five percent is a fair amount."


    "five percent?!" jimmy exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of the other customers.


    "shhhh! all right... eight percent, but only of the transfer commission and gloves, not the salary."


    jimmy leaned forward a little and looked lucas in the eye. "fifteen percent."


    "ten percent and in the future we can renegotiate to increase by five for each contract."


    jimmy smiled broadly and held out his hand. "that''s how it''s done, kid! a true professional. leave it to me. i''ll analyze the contract, adjust every detail and come back to you with the best possible offer. and maybe even convince brighton to give you a bonus just for the hard work you''re doing."


    they shook hands, and jimmy immediately stood up, grabbing his phone as if he was about to save the world. "i''m going to start right now! ah, but first... take this card. my number''s on there. call me if you need anything. and when i say anything, i mean anything at all. do you need tickets for a match? a nice restaurant to impress someone special? jimmy mcallister''s the man."


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    lucas took the card and looked at it for a moment. gold lettering displayed jimmy''s name, and a pompous slogan appeared underneath.


    "turning dreams into reality since 2010."


    when jimmy left the coffee, gesturing animatedly to someone on the phone, lucas was alone for a moment. he still didn''t know if trusting jimmy was the right decision, but something told him that, whatever happened, jimmy didn''t seem like the kind of man who likes to waste time or money.

 Chapter 156 155 - Manchester United (Part 1)

    it was hard to decide whether jimmy was a genius or a braggart. but for the time being, lucas put these concerns to one side. he had something more pressing on his mind: the next game against manchester united."manchester united..." he muttered to himself, leaning his elbows on the table and rubbing his face with his hands. they were one of the most feared teams in the category, known for their devastating attacking duo: jason hawthorne and malik adebayor.


    both were fast, skillful and clinical in their finishing. lucas knew that containing this duo would be one of the biggest challenges brighton would face this season.


    he got up, paid his bill, and went outside. the cold autumn wind hit him, but he didn''t mind. he needed some fresh air to clear his head.


    when he got home, lucas found his backpack in the corner of his room, ready for the next day''s training. wasting no time, he grabbed his tablet and opened videos of the latest manchester united matches. he watched the movements of hawthorne and adebayor, observing how they moved and created space. he made a mental note of some tendencies: hawthorne liked to cut inside, while adebayor was lethal on counter-attacks.


    the next day, lucas was the first to arrive at brighton''s training center. soon, other teammates arrived. felix was the first to join him.


    "you''re worried about the game, aren''t you?" felix asked with an almost wicked smile.


    lucas smiled, trying to cover it up. "worried? not so much. just getting ready."


    felix let out a short laugh. "of course. because watching videos of your opponent during lunch is something everyone does."


    a vein almost popped out of lucas''s cheek, already knowing that it was raphael who had told felix.


    "we know they''re going to come out on top. we need to be ready. and, speaking of which, we have to work on our defensive transition. if they win the ball back in the middle, we''re dead."


    felix nodded, now more serious. "i agree. let''s talk to eddie about it."


    shortly afterwards, the rest of the team arrived, and training began. eddie gathered the players in the center of the pitch and gave them the day''s instructions.


    "boys, the game against manchester united will be an actual test. they have one of the best attacking duos in the league. i want total focus on marking and efficiency of the ball. javier, felix, you two will be the key to keeping the balance. and daniel, luiz, i need you to be at your best in defense. is that clear?"


    a chorus of "yes, coach!" echoed around the pitch.


    the night before the match, lucas was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. the captain''s armband was still something new for him, but he felt he was getting used to the weight of the responsibility.


    ---


    on the day of the match, the atmosphere was tense. the makeshift stands at manchester united''s training center, although modest, were packed with anxious onlookers, mostly made up of scouts, parents and journalists from the youth team.


    lucas got off the team bus with his face closed in concentration. the headphones isolated the surrounding noise, but they couldn''t silence the thoughts that hammered incessantly in his mind.


    the weight of responsibility as captain and the memory of his own promise to lead without sacrificing performance pushed him to a dangerous limit between inspiration and self-blame.


    "lucas." called eddie, walking up beside the player. "i need you today. both as a player and as a leader. they know how to set up high pressure and explode on the counter-attack. our job will be to frustrate them."


    lucas nodded, taking off his headphones. "we''re ready, coach. i know we are."


    as the team entered the pitch, the looks on their faces were almost cutting. jason hawthorne, with his imposing height and shaggy blond hair, looked the very picture of an elite european striker. next to him, malik adebayor had the aura of a patient predator, with eyes that scanned the pitch for any weakness.


    the gray clouds hung ominously over manchester united''s training center, creating a dramatic backdrop for the match that was about to begin.


    lucas adjusted his captain''s armband as the players positioned themselves in the center circle. he felt the weight of countless eyes on him, but above all he heard his own conscience, an implacable judge reminding him of his promise: to lead without compromising.


    on the opposite side, jason hawthorne and malik adebayor exchanged words with a corner smile.


    lucas returned the look, but inside his mind was a storm. "they want to intimidate us. i won''t let that happen."


    when the referee blew the whistle, the game began with overwhelming intensity. manchester united, true to their reputation, pressed from the first touch of the ball.


    felix tried to get forward, but was caught out by a quick shot from malik. the ball spilled to jason, who immediately advanced. luiz fernando positioned himself to tackle him, but jason dribbled past him with a short feint, leaving him behind.


    "hold him, luiz!" shouted lucas, running towards the ball.


    jason set up the shot, but daniel riber came up with a precise dribble, deflecting the ball for a corner.


    "yes, daniel!" exclaimed felix, already positioning himself to save the corner.


    jason, frustrated, raised an eyebrow at malik. "these guys are nervous. we''re going to choke."


    malik replied with a smile at the corner of his mouth.


    from the corner kick, jason strategically positioned himself in the penalty area. lucas tried to organize the marking, but felt the lack of time to adjust everything.


    "felix, cover the front post! daniel, cover their nine!"


    the cross came in venomously, straight to jason, who rose strongly. anton, the brighton goalkeeper, flew out to intercept, but it was too late.


    jason''s header hit the crossbar. the ball bounced on the line, but didn''t go in. on the rebound, felix got his head to the ball to clear the danger. s~ea??h the novel(f~)ire.net website on google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "that was close..." muttered raphael, walking close to the halfway line.


    eddie crossed his arms and shouted:


    "close the gaps! don''t give those two a chance!"


    finally in possession, brighton breathed. felix played the ball to lucas, who quickly distributed it to raphael in the left wing. raphael surged forward, but two markers surrounded him.


    "i''m here!" shouted javier, asking for the ball.


    raphael retreated towards him, but javier spread his legs and let the ball through. lucas was behind, picked up the ball, and immediately raised his head.


    miguel made a run down the right. lucas laid the ball off to him. miguel controlled it skillfully, cut into the middle, and shot from outside the area. the ball went towards the top corner and took a dangerous turn, but the manchester united goalkeeper stretched to save it.


    "good try! don''t worry!" encouraged lucas, clapping his hands.


    jason, now back to help with the build-up, turned to malik with a serious expression.


    "they''re not as easy as i thought. we''re going to have to force the mistake."


    "just smother their no. 7. he''s that japanese guy they''re talking about."


    in midfield, javier tried to control the ball, but was dispossessed by the opposing midfielder, who quickly laid it off to jason.


    "watch out for 9 again!" shouted felix, dropping back to cover.


    jason advanced, but loki came up with a precise tackle, knocking the ball out of his feet.


    "not so fast," muttered loki as he calmly took off.


    malik approached and tried to press him, but loki kicked him forward.


    as the game went on, murmurs broke out among the united players. malik, clearly irritated by brighton''s defensive organization, teased felix after a tackle.


    "you''re only holding on because you''re lucky. it won''t last long."


    he just didn''t know that felix was the worst target for taunts. felix responded with a dismissive smile and said:


    "if that''s luck, then you''re going to hate what comes next."


    soon, brighton finally found a gap. lucas advanced through the middle, driving the ball with confidence. he saw raphael free on the left and made the pass. raphael crossed the first time, and arthur appeared in the area, winning the aerial contest.


    his header was accurate, but the opposing goalkeeper made another spectacular save, putting it out for a corner.


    lucas rushed out to take it, and the cross was almost perfect, going straight to the penalty spot. daniel riber rose high and headed firmly, but the ball went wide.


    as the game resumed, jason tried another move, this time receiving a deep pass from angel gomes, who had been trying for some time to use his keen vision to find spaces in the brighton defense.


    jason advanced through the middle, taking on luiz fernando in a tense duel. with a quick dribble, he tried to leave the defender behind, but luiz, well positioned, tackled him with precision.


    brighton regained possession of the ball, and lucas quickly organized the move. he played a quick pass to felix, who spun around his marker and released miguel down the right. discover stories at empire


    miguel ran like lightning, outpacing di''shon bernard. as he approached the area, he crossed low to arthur, who was well marked.


    arthur tried to turn, but lee o''connor''s pressure prevented him from finishing. the ball fell to raphael, who tried a first-time shot. goalkeeper matej kovar, with impressive reflexes, made a spectacular save, but the rebound fell to lucas on the edge of the box.


    lucas latched onto the ball and shot powerfully. the ball flew past a sea of players and into the back of the net.


    brighton goooaaaaal!


    lucas ran towards the back of the goal, picked up the ball and started running with it towards midfield. this was an attitude almost exclusive to teams that needed to score to equalize, but at that moment, lucas demonstrated it didn''t matter if it was an away game at the training centre of one of england''s biggest clubs. he just wanted to win.

 Chapter 157 156 - Manchester United (Part 2)

    the clouds continued to hang ominously over the pitch, while the score was now 1-1. lucas tanaka was ecstatic. the goal had been a cry of affirmation, but he knew the job was not yet complete. manchester united were no ordinary opponents; they would press harder and harder until the final whistle.in the middle of the pitch, jason hawthorne stared at lucas like a predator eyeing its prey. the gleam in the striker''s eyes was of one who was determined to return the blow.


    "is that what you''ve got?" jason teased, with a smile in his corner. "let''s see how long you last."


    lucas didn''t reply. instead, he raised his chin and signaled to his teammates. he knew that, right now, words didn''t matter. it was the performance that would speak loudest.


    the referee blew his whistle, and the game resumed with even greater intensity. malik adebayor, like a hurricane in midfield, sought to create chances for united. he got past felix with a quick feint and played the ball to angel gomes, who controlled the ball with class and advanced towards the brighton box.


    "close him down, aidan!" shouted lucas, gesturing to the left-back.


    aidan reacted quickly, blocking gomes'' path and forcing him to stop the ball and retreat. the ball came back to malik, who tried a long throw towards jason. but daniel riber was alert. the defender rose high and headed the ball clear.


    "that''s it! let''s organize!" shouted eddie from the sidelines, clapping his hands.


    raphael received the ball on the left wing and advanced. he took on bernard in a fierce duel. with a dry cut inside, he left his marker behind and attempted a cross. the ball crossed the box, but went past all the players and off the end line.


    "thanks, rapha! don''t stop trying!" encouraged lucas, raising his arm in a gesture of support.


    as united''s goalkeeper prepared for the rebound, miguel ran towards lucas and spoke in a low tone:


    "they''re getting nervous. we can use that to our advantage. i''ll try to distract them from the edge of the box and draw the line. that way, you can infiltrate more." sear?h the n?velfire(.)net website on google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    lucas nodded. "they''re watching me." he pointed at jason with his head, and miguel saw jason was about five meters away and looking at the two of them.


    united pressed again, and jason received a precise pass from gomes. he dribbled past luiz fernando and, with a powerful shot, forced anton into a spectacular save. the ball spilled to the side, where loki was ready to clear the danger.


    "great save, anton!" shouted luiz, clapping his hands as he stepped back to help with the defensive organization.


    with the ball back under control, brighton put together a move. felix received in the middle and, with a quick turn, passed to javier. the midfielder looked ahead and saw miguel breaking at speed down the right. he flicked the ball on with precision and miguel took it to his chest, drawing applause from the small crowd in attendance.


    miguel cut into the middle and tried a shot, but the defense deflected the ball to arthur, who was well positioned on the edge of the box. the center-forward turned quickly and shot low. the ball flew past the goalkeeper, but was intercepted on the line by a united defender.


    it was a tough game. both teams really wanted to win.


    a few minutes later, raphael won a corner for brighton. lucas went to take the corner and asked as many players as possible to go into the area, but without compromising the integrity of the defense.


    at a time like this, the defenders, usually the tallest players in the team, had to go into the box and try their luck at a header. however, this was not brighton''s custom. daniel wasn''t quick to get back from the edge of the area and recompose the defense, and luiz fernando wasn''t very good at headers.


    lucas tanaka latched onto the ball at the corner flag. he looked towards the area where the brighton players were positioning themselves.


    "this time it''s going to be different..." muttered lucas and raised his eyes to luiz fernando, who was in the area for the first time.


    the green-haired defender, tall and slender, was clearly nervous. luiz''s forte had always been defensive agility, not finishing. but this was a rare occasion when he felt he needed to go into the box.


    as he waited for the cross, luiz fernando couldn''t help but let his mind travel back in time. he was just an 8-year-old boy when his family left brazil and moved to london.


    the change wasn''t easy. english seemed like an indecipherable code, and the grey streets were a stark contrast to the warmth and color of the neighborhood where he had grown up in brazil.


    but there was one thing that always made him feel at home: soccer. ever since he was little, luiz loved soccer. he spent much of his childhood in the courts near his home in brazil. among the best players, he wasn''t one; he wasn''t even close, but he was a kid who had fun.


    when they arrived in london, luiz connected with new friends through the soccer ball. because he came from brazil, he was a promising striker, the kind of kid who made his friends exclaim "what a goal!" with his quick feints and kicks.


    his father, a fervent corinthians fan, watched soccer with his son and encouraged him to play. for this reason, his father signed him up for the local neighborhood team. in the beginning, luiz, of course, was the star. his ability on the ball impressed the coaches and inspired his teammates. but as the years went by, the gap between him and the other boys narrowed. other players grew, became faster, stronger, more technical, while luiz seemed to stagnate.


    losing his first-team place was a hard blow. his father, always positive, said:


    "don''t give up, my son. find your space."


    determined to keep playing and make his family proud, luiz tried his hand at various positions - midfield, full-back, even goalkeeper - until one day the coach put him in as a defender in training.


    "you understand strikers because you used to be one," explained the coach. and it was true. luiz knew the feints, the moves that confused the defense. he didn''t have the strength of a classic defender like daniel riber, but his agility and ability to expect made him an effective defender.


    even so, the issue of finishing remained a weakness. every player liked and needed to score goals. it was the basics of the sport. it was what guaranteed victory.


    that''s why, over the last few weeks, luiz had devoted himself tirelessly to training his headers. he knew he wasn''t the tallest or the strongest, but he could make up for it with technique and positioning.


    now, in the manchester united penalty area, luiz fernando was ready to put his progress to the test. he observed the opposing defenders, all tall and well positioned, and felt his heart race.


    jason hawthorne, united''s star striker, was on the edge of the box, waiting for a counter-attack.


    "relax, luiz. trust what you''ve trained," he whispered to himself.


    he saw lucas raise his arm, signaling that the cross was about to be made. luiz took a deep breath and took two steps back, creating a space between himself and his marker.


    the cross came in. the ball sliced through the air like an arrow, heading towards the penalty spot. luiz calculated the timing of the jump, also watching the movements of the other players. two united defenders went up, but luiz was quicker. he propelled himself upward, reaching the ball with his forehead. the impact reverberated through his head. luiz powered his header into the goalkeeper''s right-hand corner.


    it was a strong, well-placed shot, but not perfect. the opposing goalkeeper stretched as far as he could, but still couldn''t reach it. the ball kissed the net.


    "goal! luiz fernando has scored!" said narrator henry.


    eddie, on the side of the pitch, celebrated by waving his arms in excitement. "that''s it! that''s how it''s done!" he shouted, raising his arms.


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    as he ran aimlessly, luiz looked up at the sky, the clouds still threatening, and remembered his father. he imagined the proud smile on his face and he couldn''t have been more right.


    over 200 miles away, in london, jos¨¦ fernando was working on a construction site. he was a robust man, with hands calloused by hard work and an energy that never seemed to run out. despite the exhausting routine, he always found time to follow the soccer news and, especially, the brighton matches.


    that day, he had taken his small cell phone to the construction site, carefully setting it up for him and his friends to watch while they worked.


    when the narrator announced luiz fernando''s goal, jos¨¦ dropped the wooden beam he was carrying. his coworkers looked at him, alarmed, but before they could say anything, he started jumping up and down and shouting.


    "my son scored! my son scored!" he repeated, his eyes shining with excitement.


    some celebrated, others laughed at jos¨¦''s exaggerated reaction, while jos¨¦ ran from one side to the other, unable to contain his joy. he picked up his cell phone again, bringing it close to his eyes to watch the replay.

 Chapter 158 157 - Manchester United (Part 3)

    after luiz''s goal, the referee blew the whistle and stopped the game for half-time. the players from both teams walked towards the changing rooms with different expressions: tiredness, determination, frustration.luiz was still a little tired. the feeling of dopamine after the goal still pulsed through his chest like a fast beat. he had done it. he had overcome his insecurities and scored against one of the greatest opponents he had ever faced.


    "hey luiz, great header, man!" lucas walked over and slapped him on the back. the tone was one of genuine pride. "but now it''s time to get ready. this isn''t over yet."


    luiz nodded, finally taking his eyes off the crossbar. "thanks, lucas. i needed that."


    as the brighton players gathered in the dressing room, eddie was waiting for them with a clipboard in hand. they were leading 2-1 against manchester united u20, a result that few would have predicted before the start of the league season.


    "we''re doing well, but you''re already tired of knowing that the second half is a separate game. they already know how to press us and take advantage of our mistakes. we need to be ready."


    kader, eddie''s daughter and a member of the coaching staff, was handing out bottles of water while listening intently.


    "so here''s the plan for the second half," continued eddie, pointing to the whiteboard. "we''re going to adopt a more defensive posture. lucas, you''re going to drop back a bit more to help felix and javier in the middle. we need to close the spaces and prevent them from creating chances."


    lucas frowned, but nodded in agreement. he knew that sacrificing a little of his attacking freedom was necessary to protect the lead sometimes, but it wasn''t often that eddie asked for it.


    "loki, aidan, i want you to be even more vigilant in the wings. bernard and angel gomes will try to exploit the edges. don''t give them any space," said eddie, pointing to the two full-backs.


    loki gave a tired half-smile. "i''ll give it my all."


    aidan just nodded. he was quieter, but everyone knew that his determination spoke louder than any words.


    "anton," eddie turned to the goalkeeper. "you''re playing an incredible game so far. keep leading the defense. communicate at all times."


    "you got it, mister," replied anton, wiping his face with a towel. "these guys won''t get through."


    "and miguel, raphael," eddie continued. "you''ll be key in the counter-attacks. we need your speed to break the deadlock. miguel, i want you to keep the pressure on their full-back. raphael, i trust you to take advantage of any space that opens up on the edge."


    raphael smiled. "you got it, eddie. i''ll do whatever it takes."


    finally, eddie looked at arthur. the center-forward was sitting on the bench, concentrating, but clearly eager to get back on the pitch. "arthur, you''re going on the bench at half-time today."


    "what?!" arthur raised his head.


    "you''re our classic center forward, but today we''ll need a bit more speed. willian will come on to your place so that we have more speed on the counter-attacks. i prefer to make this change early now that we''ve changed our strategy for this game."


    "yes, sir..."


    soon, the second half began, and brighton, leading 2-1, knew that manchester united u20 would not be an easy opponent to hold off. in the dressing room, eddie had made it clear: the focus was now on defense and counter-attacks. everyone knew that every second of the game would be a mental and physical battle.


    the players returned to the pitch with resolute expressions, even though they had won. lucas adjusted his shin pads, his eyes attentive to the opponents positioning themselves in midfield. he knew he would need to lead the balance between defense and attack, just as eddie had asked. the plan was simple on paper, but executing it against a team like united would require tactical discipline and heart.


    united began the second half by pressing brighton''s ball out. lucas dropped back, setting himself up as a wall alongside felix and javier. the connection between the midfield trio was clear; while javier sought organization and vertical passing, felix played the role of shield in front of the defence. lucas, for his part, adapted to the game, either helping with distribution or covering the spaces left by his teammates.


    angel gomes was showing his quality. in a one-on-one move, he got past loki with a dry dribble and advanced towards the box. as luck would have it, daniel riber read the play with precision, intercepting the pass that was looking to infiltrate a striker.


    riber''s interception sparked a quick counter-attack. the ball reached lucas, who spun past his marker and found miguel on the right wing. the winger sped up, taking on the opposing full-back in a duel of speed. miguel crossed low into the area, but the united defender cut him off before willian could reach the ball.


    "thanks!" willian thanked him.


    the next few minutes were a test of nerves for brighton. united pressed with incessant attacks, using the wings to open up spaces in the defense. aidan, always focused, disarmed bernard in a dangerous move, while loki, with his vibrant personality, didn''t give the opposing winger an inch of space.


    anton, in goal, showed why he was a key player. in a spectacular save, he palmed away a powerful shot from outside the area, saving brighton from conceding an equalizer. he shouted to his defensive colleagues:


    "let''s wake up! we can''t give up!"


    the opposing coach renewed his team''s energy by bringing on two speedy players to break through brighton''s defensive block. eddie, from the brighton side, remained calm on the edge of the pitch, but his expression showed the tension.


    "remember, guys, focus on the counter-attacks. let''s use miguel and raphael''s speed," said eddie to alex, who relayed the message to the players on the pitch who were approaching the benches.


    a ball recovered by felix in midfield reached lucas'' feet. he looked ahead and saw raphael shooting in from the right. with a three-fingered pass, he placed the ball deep, finding the speedy winger. miguel cut inside and took a shot, but the ball went just wide of the post.


    time seemed to pass more slowly. each scramble for the ball was like a separate battle. luiz fernando, scorer of brighton''s second goal in the first half, showed his security in defense, cutting out crosses and blocking shots.


    in attack, willian ran all over the place, trying to open up spaces for his teammates. raphael, always dangerous, almost scored with an individual move, but the opposing goalkeeper stopped him at the last second.


    the pressure finally had an effect. in a quick move down the left, united found space in the brighton defense. the cross came in low, and the opposing striker finished into the back of the net. 2-2.


    silence overtook the brighton fans, but eddie was quick to react. "heads up, team! there''s still time!"


    eddie said, but tinkered with the team. he took off miguel, who was exhausted, and brought on hillebrand to give the team a bit more bite.


    with the game heading into the final minutes, brighton threw everything into one last counter-attack. the ball passed through to hillebrand, who found lucas with a precise touch. he advanced, attracted two markers, and opened up on the right to cross into the area. raphael crossed into the area, but willian, like a thunderbolt, appeared to head the ball in. sea??h th§× n?velfire.net website on google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    brighton goaaaal!


    eddie smiled, his fists raised in restrained victory. lucas raised his arms in celebration, but all the players knew that even though they had won, even though they had turned around such a hard game at the home of a big team, something wasn''t right with this team. the chemistry they had before was off. they were playing together, but they weren''t talking much. something was wrong.


    brighton closed in even more, adopting an almost desperate defensive posture. lucas retreated even further, lining up with felix and javier. luiz fernando and daniel riber shouted directions at the back, while loki and aidan guarded the wings as if their lives depended on it.


    the clock struck 89 minutes and united was pressing hard. the ball spun from side to side, looking for gaps in brighton''s defensive wall.


    suddenly, a quick exchange of passes between angel gomes and jimmy opened up a small space on the left side of the defense. bernard advanced and crossed into the area. daniel riber rose high to head clear, but the ball fell to malik adebayor, who quickly got to his feet and shot.


    the rebound fell to lucas, who, with no passing options, kicked the ball forward to clear the danger.


    extra time was already four minutes old. the referee looked at his watch, signaling that the final whistle was coming. brighton tried to hold on to the ball, but united was relentless.


    then, in a seemingly harmless move, felix tried to protect the ball near the end line. pressured by two opponents, he slipped. the ball was stolen and quickly played to angel gomes, who saw malik adebayor break through the defenders.


    a deep pass found malik in perfect position. he dominated and, before luiz fernando could get to him to block, shot low into anton''s right-hand corner.


    [brighton 3 x 3 manchester united.]


    the stands let out a deafening single cry. malik ran towards the crowd, raising his arms, while the brighton players looked on in disbelief.


    luiz fernando fell to his knees, his hands on his head. anton grabbed the ball from the back of the net and angrily kicked it away.


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    a few seconds after the restart, the referee blew his whistle and ended the game. the final score: 3-3.


    the brighton players were exhausted, both physically and emotionally. it had been a long journey and a strange game. some sat on the pitch, panting.


    minutes later, in the dressing room, the atmosphere was tense. the players sat in silence while eddie and alex briefly discussed the team''s shortcomings and successes.


    kader, always observant, noticed that although they had played well, the dressing room was no longer as cheerful as it had been in those first games. the players were together on the pitch, but there was an invisible barrier between them.


    she approached lucas, who was sitting with his head down and his hands on his knees, and thought about saying something, but preferred to keep her comments to herself for the time being.


    however, as they were leaving the changing room, she called out to him:


    "hey, tanaka, do you have a moment? i want to talk to you about something."


    "sure, what''s it about?"


    "not here. it''ll be better when we get on the bus. my father is tired and will probably go to sleep when we leave town, so you can sit next to me now."

 Chapter 159 158 - Containment Plan

    half an hour later, with most of the bus plunged into a silence broken only by the dull rumble of the engine and the rain against the windows, lucas got up from his seat and walked over to where kader was sitting. she gestured for him to settle down next to her."so, what did you want to talk about?" lucas asked, keeping his voice low.


    kader took a deep breath before answering. "tanaka, you''re one of the most respected players on the team. everyone looks up to you as a leader, and you''re the captain now. and that''s exactly why i wanted to talk to you. something isn''t right, and i think you feel it too."


    lucas didn''t reply immediately. he knew exactly what kader was talking about. the team had been playing well for most of the games, but the collective energy seemed different. it wasn''t just tiredness; there was something deeper.


    "i felt it," he admitted. "it''s not just us on the pitch. it feels like everything around us is... strange. like we''re disconnected. have you noticed that too?" discover hidden tales at empire


    kader nodded, crossing his arms. "it didn''t start today. i think it''s been going on since the defeat against dortmund almost three weeks ago. in that game, you played well, but something changed afterwards. communication between you decreased, the atmosphere at training became more tense, and even my father and alex are different."


    lucas regarded her. "eddie and alex? what do you mean?"


    "they''re more... distant," kader explained. "they don''t fight openly, but you can feel the discomfort. my father replaced jimenez when the b-team became a-team, but the higher-ups never believed he was any better. and now, with the inconsistent results, they''re blaming my father, even though the team is playing well."


    lucas frowned. "but that''s unfair. eddie is a good coach. he''s got our backs."


    "i know," said kader. "but it''s easier to blame the coach than to admit to looking for the problem. the management doesn''t want to assume that maybe the squad needs more support or that the planning wasn''t as good as it should have been."


    lucas nodded slowly, digesting kader''s words. he knew that the role of a coach was a thankless one. the players received credit for victories, while the coach nearly always took the blame for defeats.


    "and you think this is affecting the team?" he asked.


    "absolutely. the lack of confidence from the superiors affects my father and alex, and that ends up reflecting on you. he makes more substitutions and tries to get things right, but that ends up hurting some players'' egos and the team. i think that''s why you seem to play under more pressure than before. it creates a destructive cycle."


    lucas ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "so, what can we do? how do we break this cycle?"


    kader smiled slightly. "that''s why i''m talking to you. you can influence your teammates to bring the team back into focus. you can talk to them, understand what''s going on and help rebuild that chemistry. as for my father, i''ll try to do the same. he trusts you a lot, but he''s carrying an enormous weight."


    lucas took a deep breath. he felt the responsibility growing on his shoulders, but he also knew that kader was right. if something wasn''t done, brighton could go into a decline that would be difficult to reverse.


    "all right," he said with renewed determination. "i''ll talk to the team. we''ll get through this together."


    kader nodded, satisfied. "i knew i could count on you, tanaka. thanks for listening."


    as the bus continued on its way, lucas returned to his seat and leaned back, staring at the ceiling as he planned a plan in his mind. he knew the challenge would be great, but he also knew that brighton had the potential to bounce back. and with talented players, a dedicated manager and allies like kader, he believed they could overcome any adversity.


    the night in the hotel where the team was staying was silent. in lucas'' room, a bedside lamp illuminated the dim light. he was sitting up in bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, while his thoughts ran through an incessant stream.


    the conversation with kader had set off an alarm in his mind, and now he couldn''t ignore the signs that something was deeply wrong.


    what could he do? how could he help brighton rediscover the connection that seemed lost? he knew that his influence as captain was a powerful tool, but it needed to be used wisely. pointing fingers or demanding more dedication from his colleagues could only make the problem worse.


    he got out of bed and walked over to the window, watching the raindrops trickle down the glass. his mind wandered back to the last few games. most of the mistakes weren''t technical; they were emotional. the sparkle in the players'' eyes, that spark that moved the team towards their first victories, seemed to have gone out. was it the weight of expectations, pressure from superiors, or internal tensions that were consuming them all?


    "maybe the solution isn''t on the pitch," lucas muttered to himself.


    he needed to relieve the tension, to bring lightness to the team and restore trust not only among the players but also with the coaching staff.


    suddenly, an idea took shape in his mind. it was unconventional, but it could work.


    lucas went back to bed, grabbed a notepad he had brought in his backpack, and started writing. with each line, the idea gained more structure, and he visualized how he could put the plan into practice.


    the next morning, the team gathered in the hotel parking lot to stow the last of our luggage on the bus back to brighton.


    the hotel parking lot was damp, a remnant of the rain that had fallen throughout the night.


    some players were physically exhausted, others pensive, and a few with calm countenances. the bus engine rumbled quietly, and the suitcases were placed in the luggage compartment with the usual care.


    eddie was standing next to alex, discussing something in a low voice, while kader was checking something in his mouth.


    lucas tanaka watched the scene from afar. he knew he couldn''t let this moment slip away. he took a deep breath, as if preparing for a speech in front of a crowd, and took a few steps forward.


    "guys, can you stop what you''re doing for a moment?" lucas called out, but without being overbearing. the movement in the parking lot gradually ceased. the players turned to him, some with curiosity, others with tired expressions.


    eddie raised an eyebrow. "what''s up, tanaka?"


    lucas looked at everyone. "before we go back to brighton, i need to talk to all of you. in fact, i need us to do something together. here, now, before we set foot in the training center again later."


    the players exchanged confused glances. loki, always tired, said:


    "can''t this wait? we''re all exhausted."


    "no, loki. it can''t," lucas replied. "what i''m going to propose here may seem strange, but it''s something we need to do as a team. i trust you''ll understand." s§×arch* the n?velfire(.)net website on google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    eddie stepped forward. "tanaka, what do you have in mind?"


    "we know something isn''t right. on the pitch, in training, in meetings... everything seems... disconnected. as if we were together physically, but distant in everything else," lucas said.


    murmurs began among the players. javier frowned, but said nothing. miguel leaned forward, interested.


    "finally, someone said that!" exclaimed raphael.


    "yes, i think we all feel it here, especially when we''re in tight situations. and what do you suggest we do?" asked felix.


    "a game of discord." lucas replied, and the parking lot fell into a timid silence. "i want us to use this moment to be completely honest. to get things off our chest. to say what''s bothering us, what''s holding us back. i know this can lead to fights and tensions, but we need it. we need to clear the air, to say what is trapped inside each of us. and we need to do it here, away from the training center, away from the formalities. it''s safe here."


    eddie looked hesitant, but alex, his assistant, was the first to agree. "things are tense, and this could help."


    kader nodded. "i think it''s a good idea. if we don''t deal with these problems now, they''ll continue to grow." eddie sighed.


    eddie sighed. "all right. you have our support, tanaka. let''s see where this goes."


    lucas thanked him with a look. he called everyone to gather in a makeshift circle in the parking lot.


    "i''ll start." lucas said. "and i want you to know that this isn''t about pointing fingers. it''s about solving problems. so be honest, but respectful." he looked at arthur. "arthur, i''ll be honest. you''re an excellent center forward, but lately you''ve been making so many mistakes that it''s getting annoying to hear you complain and frown every time you''re substituted. it affects team morale. we need you to lead by example, not with criticism."


    arthur''s eyes widened, clearly taken aback. "i..." he hesitated, but took a deep breath. "maybe you''re right. i''m frustrated by the opportunities we''ve missed, but i''ll try to improve on that."


    javier took the floor. "if i''m going to be honest, i''ll speak up too. felix, sometimes you hold the ball too much. we need you to trust us more."


    felix frowned, and he wasn''t one to take criticism easily. "it''s easy to ask me not to hold the ball up when you don''t give me a passing option when i need it. it''s always lucas who has to get free or i have to play backwards because you''re on the pitch!"


    tempers flared like that, but lucas smiled. that kind of thing felix said would never be said in a normal situation, but in a game of discord, it was a natural thing to say.

 Chapter 160 159 - Game of Discord

    all the players, as well as the coaching staff, were standing or leaning against something in the parking lot. and the game of dissent had already begun."it''s easy to ask me not to hold the ball up when you don''t give me a passing option when i need it. it''s always lucas who has to get free or i have to play backwards because you''re on the pitch!" felix said.


    javier crossed his arms and shook his head. "and when you have a choice, felix? because that happens too. you''d rather risk an unnecessary dribble or pass backwards, when the game could flow much better with a simple pass."


    "maybe i don''t trust you that much!" felix snapped, which silenced javier.


    "and nobody''s going to talk about them?" loki said and pointed to the side where miguel and raphael were standing. "how many times have those two missed easy balls or misplaced crosses? that''s frustrating."


    miguel couldn''t hold it in. "oh, so it''s our fault now? why don''t you look in the mirror, loki? who was it that lost possession in the opponent''s penalty area last game and resulted in their counter-attack?"


    "stop!" raphael intervened, raising his voice. "this isn''t just a discussion about individual mistakes. if we''re going to solve anything here, we need to talk about the collective. we''re all failing at something."


    eddie snorted, snapping to attention. "raphael''s right. the disconnect lucas mentioned isn''t just the fault of one or two players. i also feel that i haven''t done enough to unify the group. maybe i''m focusing too much on strategies and tactics, forgetting that soccer is, above all, a collective and emotional game."


    the group was silent for a moment. kader, who was standing next to alex, looked around. "guys, i''m quiet and i talk a little, but i see what you don''t say in words. i see how some of you avoid eye contact in the changing rooms, how you stay in small groups during breaks. this is a symptom of something deeper. if we don''t sort it out, nothing will change on the pitch."


    miguel sighed, finally seeming to let his guard down. "okay, maybe i have something to admit, too. lucas, sometimes i feel you don''t trust me to make plays. i run into space, but you hesitate to pass the ball to my side."


    lucas held up his hands, defensive. "it''s not a question of trust, miguel. sometimes i just don''t see the space. maybe i need to improve my vision of the game. thanks for bringing that up."


    "don''t be so neat! that''s your problem!" aidan exclaimed.


    aidan''s words made a vein in lucas'' forehead pop out, but he kept his anger in check. "maybe you''re right, aidan. but you know what? maybe you need to stop being so impulsive. i''m not saying it with words, but how many times do you go forward without looking at the team? soccer isn''t just about courage, it''s about intelligence too."


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    aidan opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say anything, felix muttered:


    "it''s true... he wants to solve everything himself, but he doesn''t realize that he''s sabotaging the entire team with that mentality."


    aidan let out a dry laugh. "oh, because you and javier are perfect examples of teamwork, aren''t you? funny how the people who make the most mistakes are the ones who complain the most."


    "oh, right, the full-back who loves hiding behind his marker is going to give us a moral lesson now," felix retorted, crossing his arms.


    loki joined in, gesturing exaggeratedly. "and what do you have against that now?"


    lucas observed the growing tension between his teammates. the mutual accusations and the aggressive tone of the words threatened to fragment the group even further. realizing that the situation could get out of hand, he took a deep breath and raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture.


    "everyone, let''s stop for a moment. we''re all here for the same purpose: to improve as a team and achieve our goals. instead of pointing fingers and blaming each other, how about each of us sharing constructively, what we think could be improved? no accusations, just suggestions for how we can grow together. let''s do it in order, each speaking from their own perspective. what do you think?"


    the group exchanged glances, some still with closed expressions, but gradually they nodded. eddie, the coach, stepped forward and agreed:


    "good idea, lucas. let''s listen to each other with respect."


    "who would like to start?" lucas asked.


    anton, the goalkeeper, sniffed and spoke up: "i can start. i feel that sometimes our defense gets disorganized, and that leaves me vulnerable in goal. maybe we can work more on communication between defense and goalkeeper."


    daniel riber, one defender, nodded. "i agree, anton. we can establish signals or keywords to coordinate better during the game."


    aidan, on the left-back, then took the floor:


    "sometimes, i move forward without considering the position of my teammates. i''m going to be more aware and look more at the team before going on the attack."


    "and i''m going to work on releasing the ball more quickly and relying more on my teammates to continue the play." felix said.


    miguel looked at kucas. "lucas, i appreciate your honesty earlier. i''ll make an effort to position myself better and facilitate your moves."


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    "and i''m going to train more on crossing and finishing so that we can be more effective in attack."


    eddie watched the progress of the conversation with satisfaction. "i can see we''re on the right track. open and honest communication is fundamental to a team''s success. let''s keep working together, supporting each other and strengthening our bonds on and off the pitch."


    arthur suddenly raised his right hand. "wait, there''s still something i have to say."


    all eyes turned to him, and the silence that followed showed the group''s full attention.


    "eddie, i understand you need to give willian playing time. he''s an excellent player and deserves his opportunities. but to be substituted at half-time, especially when i feel i can still contribute, is demoralizing. as a center-forward, i know my job is to score goals, and being taken off so early makes me feel like i''m not playing my part... also, trying to hold on to the lead from half-time seems like a rash strategy. in the united game, we should have kept the pressure on and tried to extend the lead, not just defend."


    eddie, the coach, took a deep breath, absorbing arthur''s words. before he could respond, alex, the assistant coach, intervened.


    "eddie, i mentioned earlier that this approach could negatively affect arthur''s confidence," said alex with a tone of mild disapproval. "replacing our main striker at half-time could be interpreted as a lack of confidence in his abilities. willian, despite his remarkable talent, didn''t have the desired impact in the last game because he was also isolated from the ball. the change didn''t bring the benefits we had hoped for."


    eddie nodded slowly, acknowledging the validity of the observations. "you''re right... arthur, i apologize if my decisions made you feel undervalued. my intention was to preserve the advantage and give willian an opportunity, but i understand now that this may have been counterproductive. i promise that, from now on, i will be more careful with these decisions and will consider the emotional and psychological impact on each of you."


    arthur relaxed his shoulders, relieved to be heard. "thanks, coach."


    kader, who was watching intently, added: "trust between coach and player is fundamental. when a player feels that the coach believes in him, his performance improves significantly. dad, your openness to listen shows your commitment to the well-being of the team."


    eddie smiled, appreciating the support of his daughter and assistant. "thank you, kader. i think that''s the only way we''ll achieve our goals."


    "how about we set up weekly meetings to discuss our concerns and suggestions? that way, we''ll maintain constant communication and avoid resentments building up." lucas suggested.


    willian readily agreed. "i think that''s an excellent idea. it will allow us to resolve issues quickly and will strengthen our team spirit."


    raphael added: "and we can also use this time to get to know each other better off the pitch. integration activities can improve our chemistry during matches."


    "then it''s settled." eddie said. "we''ll have weekly meetings to discuss our performances and strengthen our bonds. in addition, we''ll plan integration activities to get to know each other better. i''m confident that, with this approach, we''ll become a more cohesive and effective team."


    the group nodded in unison, feeling happy that the problems had been solved.


    after a long four-hour drive from manchester to the city of brighton, the players finally arrived at brighton''s training center.


    the players went to the dormitories at the seyek institute, and eddie was called to an unexpected meeting.


    william mcgonagall, brighton''s youth director, had asked to see him. eddie entered the room, suspicious, but hoping that the news about the team''s recovery work would be enough for mcgonagall to calm down.


    william looked at eddie with a serious expression, without disguising his frustration. "eddie, your work is not meeting expectations. the team hasn''t shown consistent progress yet, and the results haven''t been satisfactory. we''ve discussed this before, after the defeat of dortmund and, frankly, progress has been very slow."


    "i understand, sir. i''m doing my best. there''s always room for improvement, and that''s what we''re focused on. we''re trying to strengthen the team and the communication within the group, both on and off the pitch. it''s a junior team full of strong personalities."


    william sighed, crossing his arms. "i know they are, eddie, but the results speak for themselves. out of consideration for your work and your history with the club, i won''t sack you. you will be demoted. from now on, you will be the assistant coach to the new head coach, jimenez. he will be in charge and you will work under his supervision."


    william continued. "i hope you''re really committed to this new phase. jimenez and you have already worked together, and his strong approach will be what we need now."

 Chapter 161 160 - Jimenez Support

    The next morning, as the players arrived at the dressing room, no one imagined that something bigger was about to happen.Lucas, with his backpack on his back, was one of the first to notice the strange atmosphere when he saw Eddie sitting quietly in a corner, avoiding eye contact.


    When all the players were in the changing room, William McGonagall entered, accompanied by a tall man with a rigid posture, tanned skin, an unshaven beard and a serious look.


    "Good morning, everyone," began McGonagall, her firm voice cutting through the silence. "First, I want to thank every one of you for your efforts so far. However, as part of our commitment to the development of the team, some changes need to be made."


    The players exchanged confused glances. Some were clearly apprehensive, like Loki, while others, like Lucas, were already sure of what they would see next.


    "Like you, this is Coach Jimenez. He will take charge of this team from today. Eddie will continue with us as an assistant coach, a role in which he has already worked and proven that he can contribute significantly to the team''s progress."


    The announcement dropped like a bombshell. For a few seconds, no one said anything. Aidan frowned, surprised. Javier looked at Felix, who just raised his eyebrows.


    Lucas felt a lump in his throat as he looked at Eddie, who maintained a neutral but visibly downcast expression.


    Jimenez stepped forward. "Good afternoon, everyone. I''m Jimenez. I''ve worked in Brighton''s A-Team for the last few years, and my approach is straightforward: discipline, commitment, intensity and the use of talent. I''m not here to play around. I want to be a champion in this club. Today''s training session will be a test for everyone, including those I''ve worked with before. I want to understand exactly who I''m dealing with and how I''m going to use them."


    Lucas exchanged a look with Raphael, who just raised his eyebrows, as if to say: I''m screwed.


    Jimenez continued: "There will be no benefits for anyone. Those who aren''t here because I approved their entry to the club through the sieves are here because I recommended them at a meeting. I know what they''re capable of, and I hope they maintain or surpass the level they''ve shown so far."


    That afternoon, the atmosphere in Brighton''s training center was charged. The players, still processing McGonagall''s words and the impact of Jimenez''s arrival, gathered on the pitch, adjusting their boots and exchanging nervous glances.


    The new coach, with his hands folded behind his back, watched the scene with an attitude that left no room for question: he was there to transform the team.


    "Everyone to the center of the pitch!" shouted Jimenez, his firm voice cutting through the hubbub.


    The players quickly obeyed, forming a circle around him. He walked calmly, but his eyes passed over each one as if he were deeply evaluating them.


    "Today we''re going to do simple things. I want to see how you play, how you move, how you think on the pitch. But make no mistake - I''m not here to find mistakes. I''m here to find solutions. And that means I am going to challenge every one of you, perhaps more than you have ever been challenged before."


    Jimenez pointed to the cones and equipment that the auxiliary team had strategically placed on the field.


    "Divide into groups of four. We''ll start with a dynamic warm-up and move on to specific exercises. Each group will work with a different focus. I want to see speed, precision and, above all, intelligence. Let''s get started!"


    The players quickly split up, some still exchanging nervous smiles, others adjusting their socks with their heads down. Lucas stood in a group with Raphael, Felix, and Javier.


    Jimenez approached them, pausing for a moment before speaking.


    "Lucas, I don''t want to see you hesitate when making first-time passes. I know you have an enough skill for that, so trust your instincts. Raphael, your pace is good, but I want more aggression in your runs. I want to see you position yourself as if your life depended on it. Felix, you''re off the balance, but that doesn''t mean you can hide in the game. And Javier..." He stopped, tilting his head slightly. "You know what you need to do. Then do it. No excuses."


    The precision of the instructions impressed everyone. Jimenez wasn''t just there to experiment; he already knew the potential of each player and knew exactly where he had to press to get the most out of them.


    The first few minutes were intense. While each group carried out specific exercises, Jimenez walked around the pitch, observing, correcting postures and adjusting details. He stopped near Loki, who was visibly uncomfortable with the fast pace of the training session.


    "Loki, you''re a full-back, not a spectator. I want you to attack the ball like it''s the only thing in the world that matters. And if you make a mistake, recover. There''s no time for regret. Come on, again!"


    On the other side of the pitch, Arthur was taking shots under the watchful eye of Jimenez. After a series of shots, the coach approached and grabbed the ball before it could roll away.


    "Arthur, your accuracy is good, but it''s predictable. That''s why goalkeepers defend your shots a lot. Use your body more to deceive the goalkeeper. I want to see creativity. Imagine that every shot is an opportunity to surprise. Understand?"


    "Yes, sir." Arthur nodded, picking up the ball and returning to his starting position with a determined expression.


    Meanwhile, Miguel and Luiz Fernando were working together on a move-building exercise. Jimenez watched them closely, occasionally gesturing or interrupting to explain something.


    "Miguel, trust Luiz Fernando more. The two of you need to be connected to these crosses, like a hand and glove. When you go forward, he must know exactly where you''re going to play the ball. And Luiz, don''t be afraid. Go forward."


    Jimenez seemed tireless. He kept the same firm tone, but now added words of encouragement.


    "Raphael, that''s what I want to see! Good explosion! Now keep up that pace!"


    "Felix, perfect! That''s the kind of game reading we need. Keep it up!"


    For some, like Hillebrand and Mark, the training session was a real ordeal. But even they received clear and direct instructions.


    "Hillebrand, you''re fast, but you need to be more efficient. Don''t waste energy on unnecessary movements. Concentrate on the essentials. Mark, I want you to be more proactive. A goalkeeper should be the commander of the area. Shout, guide, take part!"


    As the sun set, Jimenez gathered everyone in the center of the pitch. The players were exhausted, some with their hands on their knees, others drinking water in large gulps. He waited until everyone was alert before speaking.


    "Today was just the beginning. Tomorrow, I want you all here at seven in the morning. I know that means missing classes at the institute, but it''s an order. I need to introduce some people who will be key to our progress. And I don''t want to hear any excuses. Anyone who isn''t willing to make sacrifices has no place in this team."


    The players looked at each other. No one dared to question them. Everyone opened their mouths to say only what was necessary.


    Jimenez took a step back and smiled slightly, a rare sight that afternoon.


    "Resting is also part of the job. Tomorrow is a new day, and we''re going to keep building something great. Now, everyone goes home."


    As the players made their way back to the dressing room, the mood was one of tiredness mixed with a strange sense of hope. Kevin commented to Willian:


    "Jimenez is a scary guy, but... he knows what he''s doing. I''ve never felt more motivated than I do right now."


    Willian nodded in agreement. He knew Jimenez wasn''t just there to give motivational speeches because he had already been trained by Jimenez.


    The coach had a plan, and each of them was an essential piece of the puzzle. But the question on everyone''s mind was: would this be possible without creating too much distance between him and the players?


    As he put his things away, Lucas couldn''t help glancing at Eddie, who was talking to Alex in the corner of the changing room. Although he wasn''t fired, no one could say if he enjoyed having a job.


    Lucas felt a mixture of sadness and admiration for his former coach. Eddie hadn''t given up on them, even after everything.


    "Tomorrow will be a new day," thought Lucas. And with that in mind, he zipped up his backpack and left the locker room, ready for whatever was to come.


    As it happened, he received a new mission from the system.


    [The mission "Big Step" has been granted.]


    [Do you want to find out the purpose of this mission?]


    Stunned, Lucas blinked repeatedly. He looked around, noticing that there was no one else around. Finding no words, he nodded slowly, showing his agreement to find out more about the mission.


    Immediately, new information appeared on the screen:


    [Main Mission: Big Step


    Description: You''ve already become a respected player whose talent has been noticed. However, there is something missing for you to be placed on the same level as the greatest talents in your league.


    Continue reading on empire


    Objective: Score a hat-trick in your next game.


    Rewards: +100 Star Points.]


    Lucas wouldn''t have minded trying to do this, except that the next game was against Sevilla in the Champions Youth League. Scoring against these Champions Youth League teams was hard enough, so a hat-trick was three times as hard. sea??h th§× N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

 Chapter 162 161 - Professionals (Part 1)

    The dawn brought with it a soft mist that hung over Brighton''s training ground. Lucas arrived earlier than usual, but found several of his teammates already there, which surprised him.Anton, the goalkeeper, was stretching near the post, while Aidan and Loki, the full-backs, were exchanging quick passes to warm up. Arthur, the center forward, was adjusting his boots with concentration, and Javier, the midfielder, was chatting animatedly with Felix, the midfielder. Everyone''s former presence showed the seriousness with which they viewed the change of coach. Experience new tales on empire


    Jimenez appeared on the pitch accompanied by Alex, the assistant coach, and Eddie. Jimenez gave the group an appraising look before speaking:


    "Good morning, guys. I can see that your determination is equal to the challenge ahead of us. Today, I''ve prepared something special. I''ve asked you to come early because I want you to meet some first-team players. I think they can offer valuable advice for your journey."


    At Jimenez''s signal, three figures familiar to Brighton fans approached. Lewis Dunk, the solid defender and then captain; Glenn Murray, the tireless goalscorer; and Bruno Saltor, the right-back and respected leader.


    Jimenez made the formal introductions, highlighting their contributions to the club. He then gave the floor to the veterans.


    Lewis Dunk began. "It''s good to see young people like you. I remember when I was in your position, full of dreams and uncertainties. The key to success was consistency and daily dedication. Never underestimate the power of hard work."


    Glenn Murray, with a warm smile. "It''s true. For me, passion for the game has always been the fuel. There have been difficult times, injuries and defeats, but maintaining a love of soccer has allowed me to overcome everything. Find what motivates you and stick to it."


    "Team spirit is fundamental. On the pitch, we''re a family," said Bruno Saltor, with his characteristic Spanish accent.


    "Guys, you can ask them questions," said Jimenez, smiling out of the corner of his mouth.


    "How do you deal with the pressure of big games?" Miguel asked.


    Lewis Dunk raised his hand, pointing out that he would be the one to answer. "Pressure is inevitable, but seeing it as a privilege makes the difference. It means you''re in a prominent position. Mental preparation and focusing on the present help keep you calm."


    Raphael got up from his chair, looked at Glenn Murray and asked about recovery from injury.


    "Patience is vital. Respecting the recovery time and keeping a positive mindset speeds up the return. Also, trusting the medical team and following their advice to the letter is fundamental. Knowing that injuries are part of being a top athlete is comforting, but I think too many injuries mean your lifestyle doesn''t suit soccer."


    Felix raised his hand and asked: "How do you prepare for important matches?"


    "Preparation starts long before the game. Study the opponent, understand their weaknesses and strengths. On the pitch, stay focused and take advantage of opportunities with confidence." Bruno replied.


    Jimenez observed the interaction between the young players and the veterans. After the questions, he stepped forward, drawing everyone''s attention.


    "You may think that Lewis, Glenn and Bruno are here just to share advice, but we want to show you in practice what it means to be a top-level professional."


    The players looked at each other, curiosity clear on their faces. Raphael, frowning, leaned towards Lucas and whispered:


    "What do you think they''re going to do? Jimenez wouldn''t put three professionals against the U-20s, right? We''d win."


    Lucas pondered for a moment, observing the confident posture of the veterans. "Maybe not the entire team, but I wouldn''t rule out three of us against three of them."


    Jimenez interrupted the speculation, gesturing for everyone to come closer. "We''ll split up the group. We''ll have four-on-four matches, where each team will be led by one of our special guests."


    Excitement ran through the group. Taking part in a game alongside experienced professionals was a rare and valuable opportunity. The initial teams were quickly formed:


    Lewis Dunk''s team: Lucas, Daniel Riber and Anton.


    Glenn Murray''s team: Arthur, Miguel and Mark.


    Bruno Saltor''s team: Felix, Raphael and Aidan.


    The first match of the day pitted Team Lewis Dunk against the skillful Team Glenn Murray. The two teams anxiously positioned themselves on the small, meticulously prepared pitch, eagerly awaiting the start of the 4-on-4 game. The smaller goals were strategically placed, adding an element of precision challenge to proceedings. As the anticipation reached its peak, the shrill sound of Jimenez''s whistle echoed through the air, signaling the start of the contest.


    Glenn took the first touch, passing the ball to Miguel, who advanced quickly down the right. Lucas, attentive, came forward to press. Miguel tried a short dribble, but Lucas expected and stole the ball with a precise touch. He raised his head and saw Jimenez breaking clear.


    Lucas made a long, low pass. Jimenez controlled with class and quickly found Lewis Dunk advancing down the left flank.


    Dunk, surprisingly agile for a defender, took the ball to the by-line before crossing into the box.


    Mark tried to intercept the cross, but the ball got past him and found Lucas, who had infiltrated the defense. Lucas shot first time, but Mark, with an unexpected save, threw himself in front and deflected the shot wide.


    The ball fell to Miguel, who immediately released Arthur on a quick counter-attack.


    Arthur dominated and advanced towards Daniel Riber, the last man in defense. With a dry dribble to the right, he passed Daniel and came face to face with Jimenez, who had returned to the makeshift goal.


    Arthur shot hard, but Jimenez showed impressive reflexes by deflecting the ball with his fingertips. The sound of the ball hitting the left post echoed around the pitch before it went out over the end line. S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lewis Dunk picked himself up and returned. "We''ll keep possession and build calmly. Keep an eye out for clearances." As a ''goal-kick'', he made a quick pass to Daniel, who found Lucas in the middle.


    Lucas controlled the ball and spotted Glenn Murray coming forward to press him. With a light touch, he dribbled past Glenn and advanced at speed.


    As he approached the area, Lucas saw Jimenez signaling for a pass. He faked a shot and played it to the side, where Jimenez was free. With a placed shot, Jimenez hit the bottom right corner, with no chance for Mark.


    "Well done guys, that''s the way to do it!" exclaimed Lewis, clapping his hands. "Let''s keep up the pace! No slacking off! Hey, Glenn, my team is attacking yours!"


    "Not for long, man!"


    For these professionals, the game was just a joke. It was noticeable because they were walking around the pitch, not even jogging or using their strength to fight for the ball.


    ''That''s disappointing. Part of me would like to copy one of their skills,'' thought Lucas.


    Technically, the Champion System was a system that gave Lucas objectives to fulfill in exchange for rewards. These missions came when Lucas least expected them and never as a way of encouraging a goal he already had. However, sometimes this system gave missions to "force" Lucas to complete objectives he had already given up on.


    This meant that when he thought it wouldn''t be possible to copy one of these professionals'' skills, the system responded almost immediately.


    [The mission "Ambitious & Troublesome" has been granted.]


    [Main Mission: Ambitious & Troublesome


    Description: It''s the first time you''ve played against professional footballers, only they''re not taking it seriously. YET.


    Objective: Get a professional player to play seriously and copy his skills.


    Deadline: Until the end of training today.


    Rewards: +5 Mystery Cards.]


    This mission brought a smile to Lucas'' face, and he was excited. However, the games were short. After two minutes, the game was over.


    As Glenn''s team left the field, the mood among the players was relaxed. Laughter echoed around the pitch, accompanied by friendly teasing.


    Lewis Dunk approached Lucas.


    "Lucas, right?" asked Dunk, stopping next to him.


    "Yes, it''s me," replied Lucas, a little nervously.


    "That assist was spectacular. Dribbling past Glenn and still having the vision to find Jimenez in the clear? That''s something not everyone can do, especially under pressure. You did very well," said Dunk, extending his hand in greeting.


    Lucas shook Dunk''s hand. "Thanks! I was lucky Jimenez was in the right place," he replied modestly, but Dunk shook his head in disagreement.


    "It wasn''t luck, it was skill. That''s vision, my friend. Work on it and you''ll go far."


    "Your game is incredible too, but I feel you''re holding back." Lucas commented, enjoying the conversation.


    Dunk laughed. "Oh, that''s normal. We''re just relaxing, having a bit of fun. But you seem to want more than that. You really want to compete, don''t you?"


    Lucas nodded. "I do. I always need to test my limits."


    Dunk smiled sideways, clearly appreciating Lucas'' attitude. He patted the young man on the shoulder and said:


    "Then show the others what you''ve got. Force them to play seriously. You''ve got talent, Lucas. Use it to make them proud."

 Chapter 163 162 - Professionals (Part 2)

    The team led by Lewis Dunk was preparing to face Bruno Saltor''s team. The previous match had warmed spirits, and the mission granted by the Champion System was on Lucas''s mind.''Get a professional player to play seriously and copy his skill,'' he thought.


    Determined, he knew he had to provoke Bruno into raising his level of play.


    When the match started, the ball was at Felix''s feet, who quickly passed to Raphael on the left. Raphael advanced at speed, but was intercepted by Daniel Riber, who tackled with precision and passed to Lucas.


    With the ball in his hands, Lucas raised his head and analyzed his opponent''s positioning. Bruno Saltor was in front of him, observing him. Determined to test the veteran, Lucas advanced towards him, dribbling quickly to the right. Experienced Bruno expected the move and blocked the pass, forcing Lucas to retreat and look for another option.


    ''Not bad,'' thought Lucas, recognizing Bruno''s defensive ability. But he knew he needed to do more to challenge the professional.


    Regaining possession after a pass from Anton, Lucas changed tack. Instead of confronting Bruno directly, he moved around the pitch, looking for spaces and creating opportunities for his teammates.


    Little by little, the dynamic of the game changed. Lucas, with his intelligent passing and movement, broke down the opposition''s defense through distraction.


    Bruno noticed the change and, although he was initially playing in a relaxed manner, he intensified his marking to Lucas.


    In a quick move, Lucas received the ball in midfield and, with a subtle touch, got past Felix. Advancing towards the opposing penalty area, he saw Bruno approaching quickly. With an unexpected dribble to his left, Lucas threw the veteran off balance and, before the defense could get its act together, laid the ball off to Lewis Dunk, who finished with precision to score.


    Bruno, now visibly more serious, approached him: "Kid, let''s see if you can keep up."


    From that moment on, the pace of the game intensified. Bruno Saltor began to show why he was a professional player, and Lucas immediately felt the difference. It wasn''t just about skill or technique; it was about reaction time, understanding the game, and the ability to make quick and precise choices.


    As soon as play resumed, Bruno intercepted a pass from Lucas to Dunk with impeccable anticipation.


    The veteran slid the ball with his chest to Raphael and turned in one fluid movement, quickly repositioning himself to receive it again. Lucas tried to close the space and mark him, but Bruno, with a simple feint, ran past him as if he were dealing with a child.


    ''Damn.'' thought Lucas, noticing the difference in his speed of thought. It was as if Bruno was always one step ahead.


    So Bruno began easily dominating the game. He played alternating short and long passes and, in one particular move, Lucas tried to disarm him once again. He approached carefully, trying to expect his next move, but Bruno used his body to protect the ball, pivoted and passed to Felix on the right wing. All in a fraction of a second.


    The difference in physical strength was also clear. In a melee, Lucas tried to use his weight to unsettle Bruno, but the veteran kept his balance like a rock. With a simple touch, he pushed Lucas away and released Aidan, who crossed for Raphael to finish - although the shot went wide.


    ''He makes everything look so easy.'' thought Lucas, frustrated. Every attempt to overcome Bruno was a reminder of the gulf that existed between them.


    The most humiliating moment came when Lucas tried a daring dribble, inspired by what he had achieved against Felix earlier. He advanced with the ball, pretending to go left before pulling right, but Bruno didn''t bite on the bluff. In one clean move, Bruno put out his foot and stole the ball, sprinting forward. Lucas stood still for a moment, feeling useless.


    The game seemed to revolve around Bruno now. He moved around the pitch with an energy that Lucas couldn''t match. Even when Lucas read his intentions, he wasn''t fast or strong enough to stop him. He tried to use his skills, but it was useless.


    On another play, Lucas tried to expect a pass, but Bruno had disguised his target and found Aidan free on the wing.


    "You''re trying too hard, kid." Bruno said in an almost friendly tone, as he ran alongside Lucas in a move. "But in professional soccer, the mind is just as important as the body. You have talent, but you need to learn to think faster."


    The words, although encouraging, only reinforced Lucas'' frustration. He felt like he was chasing something unattainable. Each defeat against Bruno was a reminder of the difference between the amateur and professional levels. Even so, Lucas didn''t give up.


    He knew he needed to take something away from this experience, even if it was painful. In a moment''s pause, he watched Bruno carefully, trying to understand what made him so superior. Was it the way he read the game? The way he saved energy while making maximum impact? Or the unwavering confidence in his every move?


    As Lucas watched Bruno master the game, he activated the skill <Copying Genius> and a holographic panel invisible to others appeared in his peripheral vision.


    [The player Bruno Saltor has just shown the Skill <Immortal Technique>. Would you like to check the copy conditions for this skill?]


    [Skill Copy Conditions <Immoral Technique>: Have Bruno recognize your potential and have him show his skill for you at a key moment in the game.]


    Lucas returned to the game determined, but aware that it wasn''t enough to run around or try to disarm Bruno by any means. Instead, he concentrated on the veteran''s every move. How did Bruno choose where to go? What did he do before receiving the ball? And how did he expect the other players'' movements?


    At first, it all seemed like a blur. Bruno remained dominant, but Lucas noticed patterns. He noticed Bruno looked around before each touch of the ball, analyzing the positions. His body always pointed in one direction, but the ball usually went somewhere else, confusing his opponents.


    After a series of observations, Lucas acted. In a move where Bruno received the ball on the wing, Lucas pretended to mark him directly, but kept his distance, waiting for the second move. Bruno tried to throw the ball to Raphael, but Lucas had already expected it. He positioned himself and intercepted the pass, throwing it quickly to Javier, who almost scored. Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Bruno turned to Lucas with a smile. "That''s better, kid."


    With the game drawing to a close, Bruno taught one last lesson. He received the ball in midfield and shouted to Lucas: "Pay attention!"


    Lucas felt the pressure of all eyes on him. Bruno executed a simple but masterful technical move. He used his body to block Lucas, took two short touches of the ball to deceive Javier, who was covering, and finished with a precise throw to Aidan, who crossed low into the area. This time, Raphael scored.


    After minutes of frustration, Lucas put a theory into practice. He activated <Short Dribble>, <Mirage Feint> and <More Than Fast Reflexes>, combining the skills in a daring move.


    Receiving the ball, Lucas began a sequence of short dribbles, advancing against his opponent alone. The movement of his feet confused his opponents, and the effect of <Mirage Feint> made it look like there was more than one Lucas on the pitch.


    Aiden moved forward to tackle him, but Lucas passed the ball between his legs, combining speed and unpredictability. The ball seemed to stick to his feet as he passed through the opposing team, one by one, until he faced Bruno for the last time.


    The veteran tried to block him with his body, but Lucas pretended to shoot and this allowed him to just pull the ball left by his foot and continue, leaving Bruno behind. He finished with a shot into the middle of the empty net, drawing applause from everyone watching.


    "Fuck! You''re fantastic, Tanaka."


    At that moment, the Champion System notified Lucas:


    [Congratulations! Bruno Saltor has recognized your potential].


    [You copied the skill <Immortal Technique>].


    So, at the end of the match, the score no longer mattered to Lucas - not least because it was 4-2 to Bruno''s team.


    Lucas had lost every direct contest against Bruno, but he felt he had somehow grown into a player. He had gained more humility.


    When the final whistle blew, Bruno, and the others would be the ones left on the pitch.


    Bruno patted Lucas on the shoulder and said: "Maybe we''ll play together in a few months, kid."


    Lucas, panting, just nodded. There was a lot to do, a lot to improve in order to play with the professionals. And if there was one thing he had understood during this game, it was that he needed to get back to using his system to the full if he wanted to match up with the pros.


    [Congratulations, you''ve completed the "Ambitious & Troublesome" mission.]


    [Rewards: +5 Mystery Cards].

 Chapter 164 163 - DNA

    Brighton Facilities, 19:45.Dozens of students from the Seyek Institute and a few more passionate local Brighton fans filled the stands of the main pitch at Brighton''s training center, chanting to support the team.


    "Good old Sussex by the Sea, Good old Sussex by the Sea, You may tell them all we stand or fall, For Sussex by the Sea!!!" ????


    It was the second match in Group F of the Champions Youth League, and Brighton was up against Sevilla, both with clear objectives: Brighton needed a win after their defeat against Dortmund, while Sevilla was looking to merge their lead after beating Spartak.


    The narrators warmed up the online audience with their analysis.


    "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! A crucial game here at Brighton Stadium. The home side, led by Carlo Jimenez at the helm, face a Sevilla side with a formidable squad. Brighton can''t afford to drop points today, coming off the back of a defeat against Dortmund."


    "And it''s a Sevilla team with a very strong possession game. Expect a match full of movement and intensity!"


    The whistle blew in the stadium. Brighton began with possession, with Lucas coming out short to Javier in midfield. Felix immediately stepped up to receive and laid it back to Lucas on the right.


    ''Today we''re going to work the ball. No rush. That''s what Jimenez asked us to do.'' Lucas thought, remaining calm as he controlled the ball.


    Raphael, positioned on the left wing, raised his hand to ask for the pass. Lucas looked at him, but opted for a short touch to Javier, who played it back to Luiz Fernando at the back.


    "?Tienes miedo de jugar de delantero, chico?" shouted Hugo Bueno, Sevilla''s full-back, in Spanish when he saw Lucas hesitate.


    Lucas smiled in a corner, ignoring the provocation. Brighton needed to get their act together first, before taking any risks.


    Brighton imposed their new style of play, working the ball from side to side with horizontal passes, frustrating Sevilla. The fans were impressed with the team''s patience, as they often tried to go too far forward and try to make plays.


    "They''re trying to bait Sevilla into opening up space. It''s a game of patience," commented the narrator.


    Suddenly, Lucas received the ball in the middle and saw a gap in the opposing defense. With a precise touch, he laid the ball off to Miguel on the right wing.


    "Yes, Lucas!" Miguel said, already taking two steps back to take hold of the ball near the sideline and run.


    Miguel controlled the ball with style, but before he could advance, Antonio Zarzana, who made a tackle from behind, brought him down.


    "Hey, are you crazy?" Miguel, out of pain, got up angrily and confronted Zarzana.


    "Football is contact, kid," replied Zarzana with a wry smile.


    The referee interrupted, giving Zarzana the first yellow card of the match.


    Lucas, who found Raphael on the left, quickly took the free-kick. The winger advanced, but was surrounded by two Sevilla defenders. With no options left, it was back to Felix, who restarted the move.


    "That''s it, team! No rush!" shouted Jimenez from the sidelines, instructing the team.


    Sevilla pressed higher up the pitch, forcing Daniel and Luiz Fernando to come out and play with more skill, and it was tricky for him.


    In a quick switch, Daniel found Aidan on the left wing.


    "Run, Aidan! Go!" encouraged Anton from the goal.


    Aidan shot down the wing, which had become a free runner. Seeing the Sevilla team tighten up, Aidan kicked the ball with all his might and crossed low into the box, only for the Sevilla defense to cut him off before Arthur could finish.


    "Almost! This move is working!" said Lucas, clapping his hands to motivate his teammates.


    And so, after ten minutes, the game heated.


    The game heated. Sevilla tried to impose a physical game, and the taunts increased. In a move in midfield, Pablo P¨¦rez brought Javier down.


    "Lev¨¢ntate, it was nothing," said P¨¦rez, offering his hand to Javier, but with a provocative smile.


    "You only know how to hit?" Javier retorted as he stood up, ignoring the help.


    The referee asked for calm, but tempers were clearly flaring.


    "They''re nervous. Keep spinning the ball," said Lucas to Felix, who scratched his bald head and said:


    "If they get too aggressive... Captain, you''re going to have to set an example for them."


    "I know." Lucas said.


    Sevilla regained possession and launched a rapid counter-attack. Zarzana advanced down the right, but was intercepted by Luiz Fernando, who made a clean tackle and immediately laid off to Felix.


    Felix passed to Lucas, who turned quickly and found Raphael. The winger advanced and tried a shot from outside the area, but the ball went wide of the goal.


    "Calm down, Raphael. Work harder," said Felix, gesturing to keep control.


    "Good try!" shouted Lucas, encouraging Raphael, who shook his head in appreciation.


    Brighton clearly had the lion''s share of possession, but Sevilla was still dangerous in quick transitions. In a moment of carelessness, Hugo Bueno advanced down the left and crossed into the area. The ball found Iv¨¢n Romero, who headed towards the goal, but Anton made a spectacular save, drawing applause from the fans.


    "ANTON! WHAT A SAVE!" shouted the narrator, as the fans erupted in celebration.


    "LET''S WAKE UP, GUYS!" shouted Anton, furious at the lack of marking.


    However, Brighton responded immediately. Lucas picked up the ball in midfield and started an individual move, dribbling past two opponents before being stopped with a foul by Genaro. S§×arch* The ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "You''re getting on my nerves, kid," Genaro teased, as Lucas stood up with a defiant smile.


    "Let''s see if you can stop me until the end," replied Lucas, setting the ball up for the free-kick.


    He took it quickly to Felix, who found Miguel free on the right. Miguel crossed into the area, but Arthur couldn''t reach it.


    25 minutes into the first half, Brighton was putting Sevilla under pressure in their own half. Lucas received the ball in midfield and, with a keen eye, spotted Raphael''s movement in the left wing. With a precise pass, Lucas found Raphael, who advanced towards the by-line.


    Raphael, with his characteristic speed, outpaced the Sevilla defender and crossed the ball low into the area. Arthur, the center forward, was well positioned, but was disarmed at the crucial moment. The ball fell to Lucas, who coolly finished with great force, and the ball exploded into the back of the net.


    "BRIGHTON GOOOOAAAL! LUCAS OPENS THE PLATE!" shouted the narrator as the fans erupted in celebration.


    Lucas ran towards the crowd, raising his arms in thanks. His teammates surrounded him, celebrating the crucial goal.


    Sevilla, visibly shaken, tried to react quickly after the restart. Hugo Bueno advanced down the left flank, looking for an immediate response. However, the Brighton players were alert, and he didn''t even see Felix behind him when he went to retreat. Felix made a precise tackle, stealing the ball.


    Having regained possession, Brighton continued to work the play with horizontal passes, controlling the tempo and frustrating Sevilla''s attempts to press.


    However, Sevilla soon had a golden opportunity. Iv¨¢n Romero received a deep pass and came face to face with Anton, the Brighton goalkeeper. Romero tried a shot, but Anton made a spectacular save, stretching to his right and preventing the goal.


    "WHAT A SAVE, ANTON! AWESOME!" exclaimed the narrator, as the crowd gave him a standing ovation.


    In the 40th minute, Sevilla had another chance. Antonio Zarzana received the ball on the edge of the box and, unmarked, took a strong shot. The ball glanced off Anton''s right-hand post, scaring the Brighton fans.


    "Almost, almost! Let''s keep our concentration!" said Lucas, encouraging the defense.


    In the last minutes of the first half, Brighton kept possession, controlling the game and preventing Sevilla from creating more chances. The referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half, and the players headed to the changing rooms with Brighton leading 1-0.


    "A solid first half from Brighton. They''re showing patience and control, frustrating Sevilla with horizontal passing and keeping possession." Commented the narrator.


    "Sevilla tried to press, but Brighton remained calm and tactically disciplined. It will be interesting to see how Sevilla reacts in the second half," replied the commentator.


    In the dressing room, the new coach, Jimenez, seemed pleased with the performance so far and rallied the team.


    "Great work, guys. We''re in control, but we can''t relax. Keep possession and take your chances. Lucas, it was great to have you there in the box to score. But I need you to focus a bit more on the team. I saw you go up several times to try to finish."


    "Sir, one of my strengths is scoring goals. I played a lot of games as a striker in Japan before coming here, so wanting to score is as much in my DNA as it is in Arthur''s DNA, for example." Lucas replied.


    "I know, but the team does better when you''re at the back. Your vision gives us an advantage in stopping counter-attacks and other moves."


    "But sir..."


    "That''s all, Tanaka." Jimenez said with a serious countenance and then turned to pull out a whiteboard and explain the tactics for the second half.

 Chapter 165 164 -

    Lucas Tanaka needed to score three goals to complete his "Big Step" mission. He already had one on the scoreboard. However, something other than his opponents was bothering him: coach Jimenez. He wanted Lucas to play further back, distributing passes in midfield. This was a brake for Lucas. He played as an attacking midfielder, not as a playmaker. This was a quality of Javier or Denis.The team returned to the field for the second half, and the Brighton fans in the stands chanted louder and louder.


    Meanwhile, the Sevilla players seemed to have had a productive chat in the dressing room.


    "Let''s end this happiness quickly, Gil," muttered Alejandro Pozo to Bryan Gil, as they fixed their socks. "Those English can''t keep up with our possession."


    Lucas heard Alejando saying that he was going to put an end to the happiness of the Brighton fans. Then, as he positioned himself in midfield and walked backwards, he looked at Alejandro and said: "You talk a good game, but you''re still losing."


    Bryan Gil laughed. "Still, man. Still."


    The referee blew for the restart, and Sevilla played the ball. Genaro dropped back into defense, and the team got to work with their famous passing game.


    As ordered, Lucas ran to press and try to win the ball back. Even though it was natural, Jimenez shouted:


    "Easy, Tanaka! Get back, come on!" shouted the coach, gesturing.


    "He looks like your nanny, huh?" teased Hugo Bueno, Sevilla''s full-back, as he dribbled past Lucas.


    "If I were you, I''d worry more about the game." Lucas said, running after him.


    At that moment, Sevilla found their first opening. Hugo released Bryan Gil down the left, and the winger sped up.


    Loki tried to keep up, but Gil left him behind with a dry dribble. When he reached the by-line with a long run, Gil crossed low to Iv¨¢n Romero, who was coming into the area.


    "Mark it, Daniel!" shouted Anton from the goal, already positioning himself.


    Daniel didn''t see the center-forward behind him, and Romero shot. Anton, however, dived like a wall, parrying the ball away with a bridge save to catch the ball in the bottom left corner.


    "You''re joking, Anton!" shouted Felix, clapping the goalkeeper on the back.


    "If you guys helped more with the marking, I wouldn''t have to save every time," retorted Anton in a joking but serious tone.


    The team took the corner short, and Sevilla once again tried to find space. Javier, alert, intercepted a pass on the edge of the box and started the counter-attack.


    "Go, Miguel!" shouted Javier, throwing the ball to the right-winger who was already shooting from the edge of the box.


    Miguel dominated and advanced, but Hugo Bueno immediately surrounded him. The Sevilla full-back gave him a gentle push before taking the ball.


    "You''re fast, but not fast enough," said Hugo, glaring at Miguel.


    Miguel tried to pick up the ball, but Hugo soon passed and ran clear again.


    As Sevilla restarted the move, Jimenez shouted new instructions. "Lucas, organize! Work the ball calmly!"


    "Calmly?" muttered Lucas to himself, looking at the crowd who were begging for another goal.


    Felix noticed Lucas'' hesitation and shouted: "He''s right, man. You''re playing well, but we need control."


    "I know, but they''re opening up space. You can take advantage of it," replied Lucas, frustrated.


    Meanwhile, Bryan Gil was advancing once again. He was thrilled to have crossed a ball once.


    Loki, determined not to repeat the mistake, made a precise tackle and took the ball.


    Lucas received Loki''s pass and immediately turned to attack. He saw Raphael on the left wing asking for the ball, but hesitated. Genaro approached to press.


    "Are you scared, kid?" Genaro teased, giving Lucas a gentle push.


    Lucas caught the ball, protected it, straightened his body, and gave Javier a quick touch. Like Hugo, he moved to become a passing option.


    Javier quickly returned the ball and Lucas saw space. He advanced, faking out Genaro, who recovered. However, he was stopped with a foul by Hugo Bueno.


    "That was clean, referee!" said Hugo, raising his hands to the referee.


    "Clean? You pushed me!" complained Lucas, getting up.


    "If it was a real push, you''d still be on the ground," replied Hugo.


    The referee blew his whistle and gave the foul. Lucas latched onto the ball to take it. The foul was only five meters beyond the opponent''s half. It was far from the goal. However, the Brighton fans sang louder, trying to push Brighton towards a second goal.


    Felix approached. "Are you going to take it quickly or play it into the box?"


    Lucas looked at him and then at the area. "I''ll kick it."


    "What? From here?!"


    "I''ll try."


    An impressive silence crossed the pitch and echoed through the stands as Lucas Tanaka lined up the ball for the free-kick. The way he was carefully setting it up made it almost obvious that he was going to shoot from there. So it caused a bit of a stir.


    On the bench, coach Jimenez put his hands on his head in disbelief when he saw Lucas asking his teammates not to go into the box and to get out of the way of the ball.


    "He''s got to be kidding! That''s an absurd decision! Why doesn''t he pass? We need to work the ball!" Sear?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Alex tried to tone it down. "Lucas is unpredictable, but he''s good."


    "No. He''s being superb."


    On the pitch, his teammates were equally confused.


    "Lucas, this is crazy!" shouted Javier, already positioning himself for a rebound.


    Arthur, the center forward, raised his hands. "You know I''m in the box, right? You don''t have to try the impossible."


    Raphael laughed nervously. "If that goes in, I swear I''ll buy dinner tonight."


    Lucas didn''t answer anyone. He was focused, his eyes fixed on the distant goal. It was a risky decision, but he knew it wasn''t impossible. He had hit difficult shots before. Why not now? He had nothing to lose. Considering how tall Sevilla''s players were, crosses wouldn''t be very effective.


    In the stands, the buzz was growing.


    Kate Dyer, a pretty, black-haired young woman, leaned forward in her seat and put both hands together. "What''s he doing?" she asked, looking at her friend, Lucy Griffin, who was standing next to her.


    Lucy gave a lopsided smile. "He''s going to kick, I think."


    "And is that common? Because people seem pretty agitated right now."


    "Not common. But if anyone can do it, it''s Lucas. He loves being the hero. If he can''t do it, at least he''ll give the fans a good reason to make fun of him afterwards," Lucy replied, laughing.


    Meanwhile, on the live broadcast, the narrators were also surprised.


    "What''s that Tanaka kid thinking? Is he really going to try a direct kick from midfield?" exclaimed one commentator, his voice full of incredulity.


    "Look, if he does, it''ll be one of the most spectacular goals we''ve ever seen. But honestly, it''s unlikely," replied the main narrator, trying to be more diplomatic.


    "This is U-20, buddy. Anything is possible here," said the younger commentator, with a tone of optimism.


    On the pitch, the Sevilla players started laughing and teasing.


    "Are you really going to shoot from there, seven? Please do. We''ll love to see you miss!" shouted Alejandro Pozo, holding back a smile. "


    "It''ll be a gift for us," added Bryan Gil, positioning himself for the counter-attack.


    Lucas took a few steps back, calculating the force and angle of the shot. He took a deep breath, visualizing the path of the ball.


    In the stands, the fans were divided between skepticism and support.


    "He''s crazy! It''s too far!" shouted an older man with a Brighton scarf wrapped around his neck.


    "Go on, Lucas! You can do it!" shouted a young woman in a Brighton shirt, waving her arms in the air.


    Lucas started the race.


    The stadium seemed to hold its breath. He took three firm steps and, a moment before hitting the ball, activated the skill he had recently gained.


    [The skill <Immortal Technique> has been activated].


    [From now on, you will have the skill of the best professional in history in the field you are practicing for 1 second. This is a skill that all professionals have, but most of them can''t use it for over 3 seconds and can''t control when they use it. You are a case in point].


    [The cooldown of this skill is 30 days].


    Yes, the <Immortal Technique> was nothing more and nothing less than based on the concept that anyone can be the best at something for a moment in their life. So Lucas Tanaka could control when he would have his piece of luck moment.


    The impact of Lucas'' foot against the ball echoed across the pitch, and the silence was replaced by a unison sound of astonishment.


    The ball flew with absurd force and precision. It rose at first, but descended rapidly, describing a perfect curve towards the goal. It made everyone''s eyes widen.


    Sevilla''s goalkeeper, who was ahead, took a step back, realizing too late that the shot wasn''t just a meaningless attempt.


    "Come on, Mena, jump!" shouted Genaro.


    Mena, the Sevilla goalkeeper, leapt with all his might, but the ball sailed over his hands and into the top left-hand corner of the goal, crashing into the net like thunder.


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    The stadium exploded.


    "My God, Lucas! You''re crazy!" shouted Felix, hugging Lucas.


    "I told you I''d buy you dinner if you got it right!" exclaimed Raphael, laughing with pure euphoria.


    Shouts, applause, and chants echoed as Lucas ran towards the crowd with his arms open. His teammates quickly caught up with him, hugging him and celebrating as if they had just won a title.


    In the stands, Kate Dyer was in shock. "He... He did it! Lucy, did you see? He did it!"


    Lucy, her eyes wide, just shook her head. "I told you. He loves being the hero."


    On the broadcast, the narrators were incredulous.


    "I can''t believe what I''ve just seen! Lucas Tanaka has just scored a stunning goal almost from midfield!"


    "That goes straight into the best moments of the year. What vision, what precision, what courage! It was like Roberto Carlos kicking the ball! He kicked it with his three fingers and the strength of that skinny leg was frightening!"


    On the Brighton bench, even Jimenez had to give in. He shook his head, giving a small smile.


    "That boy..." He put a hand in front of his face and remembered when he saw Lucas playing in the Brighton sieve. "... a fluke shot."


    It was only then that Jimenez remembered that Lucas Tanaka wasn''t just any player. He was a maniac.

 Chapter 166 165 - BIG STEP

    Sevilla was stunned.Alejandro Pozo was gesturing furiously at his companions. "Are you asleep? How could we let this happen?" He looked at Bryan Gil. "Come on, it''s only two goals. They haven''t won yet."


    But the words of encouragement didn''t seem to have much effect. When Brighton regained possession, something had changed. Jimenez''s instructions were finally being followed by the letter. Felix and Javier dictated the pace in midfield, distributing passes and keeping possession. Lucas, now more confident, dropped back to help with the ball and pressured the Sevilla players into making mistakes.


    "Brighton are playing like never, after Tanaka''s spectacular goal!" exclaimed the broadcaster. "It looks like that goal gave the team the injection of confidence they needed. Lucas Tanaka, as well as being the standout performer, is leading the way on the pitch. He drops back to pick up the ball, organizes the play and, when Brighton goes forward, he''s always a threat."


    Felix realized Lucas had something on his mind. "You want the hat-trick, don''t you?" he asked, smiling as he made a quick pass.


    Lucas replied with a determined look. "I do. And I''m going to get it. But we need a third goal before we risk everything."


    In the 62nd minute, Brighton created a brilliant move. Lucas stole the ball in midfield, dribbling past Genaro with a quick touch. He passed to Miguel on the right, who returned the ball with a low cross. Arthur positioned himself well, but the Sevilla defender cut him off at the last moment.


    On the Sevilla bench, the coach was trying to reorganize his team. However, he was pulling his hair out because he was so nervous about his own team.


    "They''re controlling the game! We need to press more in midfield. We can''t let that number seven play so freely!"


    But Brighton didn''t let up. Soon, another obvious chance came their way. Felix found Raphael on the left with a deep pass. The winger dribbled past two opponents and shot across the goal, but Mena saved. The ball fell to Javier, who tried a shot from outside the area, but it was blocked.


    "Brighton are hammering away!" commented the narrator. "Sevilla is struggling to get out of their own half. It looks like a third goal is only a matter of time."


    However, Lucas knew he couldn''t relax. He kept running, pressing and encouraging his teammates. At one point, he looked at Felix and said: "They''re going to try a counter-attack. Monitor Pozo and Bryan. They''re still dangerous."


    And Lucas was right. In the 72nd minute, Sevilla finally broke through. Bryan Gil received the ball on the left wing and took off at speed.


    Loki tried to keep up, but was dribbled past. Gil crossed for Romero, who dominated and shot, but Anton was there to make another spectacular save.


    "ANTON! What a goalkeeper!" shouted the narrator. "If it hadn''t been for him, Sevilla would have scored!"


    But Brighton almost added to their tally on the very next play. In a set piece, Felix found Lucas free on the edge of the box. He shot hard with <First Kick Advanced>, just like Kenji from the soccer club did, aiming for the top of the goal, but Mena pushed the ball up because of the force and jumped to catch it in the air before Arthur could reach it with his head.


    "What a save by the Sevilla goalkeeper! Lucas is hungry for a third goal, but it hasn''t happened yet." S§×ar?h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas raised his hands, taking a deep breath. "Next time, it''ll go in."


    Brighton dominated possession, moving the ball with confidence and intelligence. Sevilla, still shaken, retreated further with each attack, desperately trying to contain the English side''s momentum. Brighton''s 2-0 lead looked solid, but for Lucas Tanaka, the game was not yet complete. He needed one more goal to complete his mission.


    Felix received the ball in the middle and turned to Lucas, who was positioned in the opposition half but slightly back. He smiled, knowing that Lucas wanted to score. But he passed to the side. He was no longer officially captain, but he still had the spirit.


    Brighton worked the ball patiently, just as Jimenez had asked at half-time. Lucas was involved in the build-up, helping to regain possession in midfield and advancing intelligently whenever Brighton had the ball. His reading of the game was impeccable thanks to <Risk Analysis> combined with <Advanced Concentration>, and even the narrators could see that he was more active than ever.


    "Lucas is everywhere in that second half," commented the main narrator. "He drops back, builds plays and, when Brighton attack, appears as an option. This kid''s commitment is impressive, as is his breath. You can tell he''s looking for something special."


    "Absolutely. After that great goal, he''s gained an absurd amount of confidence. He seems to believe he can do anything."


    81 minutes.


    Sevilla tried to react with a quick counter-attack. Hugo Bueno advanced down the left and crossed low for Iv¨¢n Romero, but Luiz Fernando came up with a providential cut-back. The ball fell to Aidan, who quickly played the ball forward to Felix in midfield.


    Felix saw Lucas advancing in front of him and sensed it was time.


    "Go, Lucas!" shouted Felix, launching a low, precise pass.


    Lucas received the ball, turned to escape Pablo P¨¦rez''s marking and sped up towards the box. Three Sevilla defenders immediately closed in on him.


    "You won''t get past here, Tanaka!" taunted Genaro, Sevilla''s captain, holding out his arms to block the advance.


    Lucas smiled in the corner, as if to say: "Want to bet?"


    With a quick dribble provided by <Mirage Feint>, he passed between two players as if he were an untouchable mist. The third defender tried to disarm him with a trolley, but Lucas wasn''t selfish. He played the ball to Raphael on the left wing.


    Raphael advanced down the flank, facing Alejandro Pozo. He faked a cross and cut inside, creating space. He looked into the area and saw Lucas was already there.


    Raphael crossed high, looking for Arthur, but Sevilla goalkeeper Alfonso Pastor came out firmly and punched it away.


    Lucas snorted, but kept his cool. He knew the right opportunity would come along.


    Brighton continued to press and Sevilla could barely get out of their own half. The fans were electric, singing non-stop.


    In the first minute of two minutes'' extra time, Javier intercepted a misplaced pass from Bryan Gil and played it quickly to Lucas.


    "It''s yours now, Tanaka!"


    Lucas surged forward, leaving two players behind in a fast dash. As he entered the area, but before he could shoot, Pablo P¨¦rez brought him down. The referee immediately pointed to the penalty spot.


    The stadium erupted in celebration, while the Sevilla players surrounded the referee, protesting.


    "It was nothing, referee! He threw himself!" shouted P¨¦rez, indignant.


    "He just touched it with his shoulder, and the seven of them went down! It was a simulation!"


    "That was nothing, you son of a bitch!"


    The referee, however, was adamant. "It was a penalty, and you know it. Stand back."


    Lucas took the ball firmly and placed it on the penalty spot. He took a deep breath, ignoring the Sevilla players'' taunts.


    "You''ll miss, Tanaka! You don''t have the nerves for that!" shouted Hugo Bueno.


    Any of this did not bother our young Japanese player. After all, he had <Advanced Concentration> on. He took a few steps back, waiting for the referee''s whistle.


    The stadium was absolutely silent for Lucas.


    The referee blew the whistle, and Lucas began his run. Penalties require training like any other aspect of soccer, and Lucas hadn''t copied a penalty kick skill yet. However, he didn''t need to either. Lucas had played his entire high school career at Wushia School in his past life, so he had already taken plenty of penalties. The secret was to kick hard, so even if the goalkeeper guessed the corner of the kick, there was still the chance that the goalkeeper wouldn''t be able to hold the power of the kick.


    Lucas ran, looked to the left corner, deceiving the goalkeeper, but shot firmly into the right corner. The ball was low, but with power.


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    "BRIGHTON''S GOAL! LUCAS TANAKA COMPLETES THE HAT-TRICK!" shouted the narrator, almost out of breath.


    Lucas ran into the crowd, kissing the Brighton shield on his shirt. His teammates quickly caught up with him, hugging him amid the euphoria.


    "You did it, Lucas! Hat-trick!" shouted Felix, grinning from ear to ear.


    Raphael laughed. "Looks like I''m buying dinner, anyway."


    Arthur ruffled his hair, and the others slapped him on the head or back.


    On the bench, Jimenez shook his head, sniggering. "That boy... It''s impossible to stop him when he''s like that."


    In the stands, Kate Dyer screamed with pure joy. "He''s done it again! That boy is incredible!"


    Brighton now led 3-0. And just like that, the game ended a minute later.


    As the crowd in the stands screamed with excitement at winning the Champions Youth League, Lucas received two notifications from the system.


    [Congratulations, you''ve completed the "Big Step" mission!]


    [Rewards: +100 Star Points].


    [You have reached Star Level 5! You are now seen as an International Young Talent, and your potential will be recognized in many countries around the world.]


    [For reaching this milestone, you have earned 30 Attribute Points.]

 Chapter 167 166 - Recognition

    After the final whistle, the stadium was in pure ecstasy. Brighton had beaten Sevilla 3-0, and Lucas Tanaka was the name on everyone''s lips.In the stands, fans were still singing, while the players were celebrating on the pitch. Lucas was enjoying the moment. His mind was totally on the joy he was feeling, on how he was feeling it.


    The next morning, Lucas woke up in his own dorm room. That was one advantage of playing at home. Sleepily, he reached under his pillow for his cell phone. As soon as he unlocked the screen, the notifications exploded.


    [Instagram: 99+ notifications]


    [Twitter: 245 mentions]


    [YeahChat: 42 new messages]


    Lucas frowned. He opened Twitter first, curious about what was being said.


    The first post was from a user with a large following:


    @FootballFanatic


    "This kid, @LucasTanaka7, is something special. Three goals against Sevilla? Look at him! ????"


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    @LaLigaYouthScout


    "@LucasTanaka7 destroyed today in Brighton''s game against Sevilla. Control, vision, coolness... He''s definitely a name to watch over the next few years. Brighton has a gem in their hands."


    Scrolling down some more, Lucas read the more relaxed and sometimes hilarious comments:


    @SevillaFan97:


    "Who is this Lucas Tanaka, and why has he broken up our team?!"


    @BrightonLover:


    "Tanaka is our pride! This boy is going to be bigger than Beckham. Write it down!"


    @FutebolMemeiroBR:


    "Did you see this video of Brighton''s goal yesterday? What a humiliation for Sevilla!"


    @AsianFootballNews


    "Incredible to see a young Japanese player excelling at a high level in Europe! Lucas Tanaka is the new hope of Asian soccer?"


    Laughing, Lucas switched to Instagram. His profile, which previously had around 3,000 followers, now boasted 9.8k followers. He opened the message requests tab and found dozens of messages. Some were from Brighton fans, thanking him for the performance, while others were from people from all over the world, impressed by what they had seen.


    It was then that he opened YouTube. A video entitled "Lucas Tanaka''s hat-trick against Sevilla U-20" was already in the TOP100, largely because of his goal. He clicked on it and soon the comments flooded the screen:


    [FootballArt: His second goal was surreal. His coolness to get past three players was that of a veteran!


    Sevilla_JK: It hurts to admit it, but this kid has a future. Who''s his agent? I want to sign him for my team!"


    JapanOnTop: Represent, Lucas!


    HatersWillCry: And they still say that the new generation doesn''t have any stars. Lucas Tanaka is shutting everyone up].


    Lucas then went to look at the messages on YeahChat.


    Between the teasing from friends and the flood of notifications, Lucas looked at the messages again. Some were more personal, from friends and acquaintances from his old life in Japan.


    [SakuraKai: Lucas-kun, you look amazing! I can''t believe that shy kid turned into such an excellent player!


    Mr. Yamamoto: Hey, Tanaka! What a grand match! You''re doing great, keep it up!


    Hana <3: Hi, oni-chan! Mom''s helping me write this message here! We''re proud of you! Ganbatte!]


    He took a deep breath, feeling a pang of nostalgia.


    However, among so many messages that made his heart fill up, one particular message caught his eye. It was from a group called "Team Wushia". This was the group of his former club mates in Japan. As soon as he clicked, a flurry of messages appeared.


    [Kenji Nakamaru: Guys, did you see that?! Lucas scored a hat-trick against Sevilla! Look at the link!


    {Link to YouTube video: "Lucas Tanaka''s hat-trick against Sevilla U-20".}


    Toshinori: I saw it just now! Seriously, @Lucas, since when did you become such a monster?!


    Yukihiro: He used to be just the ''passing king'' here in Japan. But can he score goals too? S§×ar?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Kuwabara: HAHAHA! Did you see the second goal? He left the guys'' jaws on the floor!


    Tsukada: Even my jaw dropped...


    Hidefumi: Represent Japan, Lucas! Asian soccer is on your back now, HAHA!


    Yuuga: Calm down, guys. Let''s all take a breath. Not so excited.


    Yuuga: Someone tells Lucas he hasn''t replied yet because he''s probably busy signing for Real Madrid].


    Lucas read the messages with a smile on his face. He clicked on the link sent by Kenji and watched another video of his own game one more time. Then he turned back to the group.


    ''These guys haven''t changed a bit,'' he thought. Then he finally replied.


    [Lucas: You guys are the worst. You haven''t changed a bit, huh?!]


    It didn''t even take five seconds for Kenji''s reply to appear.


    [Kenji Nakamaru: Finally! I thought you''d forgotten about your friends here in Japan!


    Toshinori: Lucas-kun, you''re famous! It''s hard to talk to you now, huh?


    Lucas: What an exaggeration! I just got busy, you know how it is.


    Yukihiro: You''re busy humiliating a European team, aren''t you? Seriously, that goal was fucked up. The guy with the short hair looked lost.


    Kuwabara: I cried with laughter when I saw Bryan Gil slip. Lucas, did you plan that?!


    Lucas: I planned the dribble, but him falling over was a bonus LOL].


    The conversation continued, full of laughter and teasing, but soon Kenji changed his tune.


    [Kenji Nakamaru: Seriously now, Lucas. I''m very proud of you. Remember when we used to play on the school field? And you used to complain that you couldn''t hit the ball because it was too heavy? Look how far you''ve come!


    Lucas: I remember, Kenji. I also remember you kicking the ball in the wrong direction and asking me to correct it in the middle of the game.


    Kuwabara: Lucas, you will not let Kenji forget that, are you?


    Lucas: Of course not. But seriously, I''m also very grateful for everything we''ve experienced together. That''s where it all began, right?


    Tsukada: I always knew you''d go far, Lucas. You had that determination that no one else had.


    Yuuga: Hey, Lucas. Now that you''re getting famous, when are you going back to Japan? We need a rematch on that school field. You are against us.


    Lucas: Rematch? You know you''d lose, right? But seriously, I want to go back. I don''t know when yet, but I promise I''ll let you know when I''m on vacation. The season has just started.


    Kenji Nakamaru: If you don''t, we''ll come to England and pick you up. You''ve been warned.


    Lucas: You won. But what about you? How are things going over there?


    The conversation changed tack, with each of them sharing a little about their lives. They said that they were going to play in the National Championship next month and that the team wasn''t any less strong just because Lucas left.


    In the end, Lucas put his cell phone away and took a deep breath. The smile on his face was impossible to contain. No matter how many compliments or followers he received, talking to those who had been with him from the beginning would always be special.


    ''You''re part of it,'' he thought, as he looked up at the ceiling. ''Thanks for everything, Team Wushia.''


    Still lying down, Lucas thought about how he could spend the day. Perhaps he would go to the nearby mall, buy something for himself - nothing too extravagant - and end the afternoon by watching a movie. It was a simple plan, but exactly what he needed after days as tiring and stressful as the last.


    He had barely got out of bed to wash his face when his cell phone started ringing.


    ''Who could call so early?''


    Seeing the name "Jimmy McAllister" on the display, Lucas sighed.


    Jimmy was the person no one could ignore. With his born salesman personality, he always had something to say. Lucas liked him, but he was still a little unsure about this ''agent''.


    Reluctantly, Lucas answered. "Jimmy, it''s eight in the morning. Can''t it wait?"


    "Good morning to you too, star! Wait, don''t tell me you''re asleep after a hat-trick against Sevilla! You should celebrate, kid! If I were you, I''d have a party organized with neon lights and lots of girls!"


    Lucas sighed, rubbing his eyes. "You''re my agent. Should you really be influencing me to do this?"


    "Oops! That''s right... Let''s get straight to the point, as usual. Listen, I''ve got some fresh news, and I needed to talk to you before anything else. You know that contract renewal offer Brighton made? The one you asked me to look at?"


    Lucas sat up in bed, now more attentive. "Yes. You said you were going to see if you could get better terms. Any news?"


    "Anything new? Lucas, I''m the news! I''ve spent the last few days analyzing every line of that contract, studying between the lines as if it were a Shakespeare novel! And guess what? I was right. It''s a trap!"


    Lucas frowned. "What do you mean, a trap?"


    "Oh, they offer you a nice pay rise, right? But they tie you down for five years! Five years, Lucas! With a termination clause so high that even Real Madrid wouldn''t pay it without thinking twice. The percentage of the gloves goes mostly to them, and of the sale too. That''s what keeps you stuck and poor, you know?"


    "At the moment, Lucas, I''m thinking of something big for you. Brighton wants you, of course, but... What if I told you there were other clubs keeping an eye out? I''m not just talking about teams from England, Lucas. I''m talking about clubs from Spain, France, Portugal, Germany... Even Japan, can you believe it? The newspapers over there are buzzing about you! So tell me... what''s your opinion on a transfer?"

 Chapter 168 167 - McAllister versus McGonagall

    Lucas Tanaka looked out of the window of the small apartment that had become his home over the last few months. Outside, a light breeze made the leaves of the campus trees sway gently.For any other young man his age, the idea of moving to another city, country or even continent might be exciting. But for Lucas, who had practically just passed, it seemed too soon.


    "Jimmy, I understand what you''re saying. I really do. But... transfer? Now? I don''t know if it''s the right time."


    On the other end of the line, Jimmy McAllister laughed. "Lucas, Lucas... kid, you''re 17, you''re absurdly talented and the entire world is noticing. If you wait too long, you know what happens? Opportunities slip through your fingers. I''ve seen it happen so many times I could write a book."


    Lucas scratched the back of his head, an automatic gesture whenever he was thinking. He knew Jimmy had a valid point. Soccer was a fast and merciless world. One day, you were the center of attention; the next, an injury or a poor season could throw it all away. But at the same time, he felt safe with the Champion System.


    "Listen, Jimmy. I don''t play soccer just for contracts or transfers. I''m not saying those things don''t matter, but... I like it here in Brighton. I like the team, the city, the institute. We''re starting a job here that could be very good."


    "We''re not talking about friendship here, kid. We''re talking about your career. Your life. Brighton is a great place to start, but not to stay. Think of what you can achieve at bigger clubs. Imagine playing in a packed stadium at the Camp Nou or the Bernab¨¦u. Isn''t that what you want?"


    Of course, the idea of playing for the big clubs in Europe was tempting. He grew up watching these teams play, dreaming of being in the shoes of the players he admired. But those dreams didn''t have to happen all at once, and he knew it.


    "Jimmy, I think you''re underestimating me."


    "What do you mean?"


    "I want to go far, yes. I want to play in the best stadiums, face the best players and win a Champions League. But I don''t want to skip stages. I still feel I have a lot of growing to do here in Brighton. I will not let my ego make me make the wrong decisions."


    Jimmy let out a long sigh. "You have the heart of a romantic, Lucas. That''s good... up to a point. But what if Brighton isn''t as loyal as you are? Have you ever seen a club that doesn''t think about money first? Because I haven''t."


    "Maybe you''re right. But Brighton was the first club to take a chance on me. They gave me a chance when nobody else knew who I was. It wouldn''t be fair for me to just walk away now."


    Jimmy was silent for a moment, which was rare. Finally, he answered, his voice calmer. "Okay, kid. I understand your position. But I''m still going to fight for better terms on this contract. I''ll be there in an hour."


    "An hour?"


    "Yes, I''ve arranged a meeting to present the counter-proposal for renewal."


    After the call ended, Lucas completed all the procedures for an official wake-up. He needed a shower and a nutritious breakfast before dealing with Jimmy McAllister in person.


    -:-


    An hour later...


    Lucas Tanaka adjusted his hair in the elevator''s reflection. Next to him, Jimmy McAllister was mentally reviewing the strategies for the meeting.


    The agent was impeccably dressed. Lucas, on the other hand, wore a simple polo shirt and jeans - casual but presentable.


    "You don''t have to worry so much," said Lucas, trying to break the silence in the elevator.


    "It''s not worry, kid. It''s preparation. Remember: you''re not just going to negotiate a contract. You''re going to define the next steps in your career."


    When they arrived at Brighton''s administrative office, the receptionist, who led them into a large but unostentatious meeting room, greeted them. William McGonagall, the sporting director, was already there. A burly, gray-haired man, McGonagall was known as much for his ability to manage players as for his almost uncomfortable frankness. Next to him was Jimenez, the U-20 coach.


    "Mr. Tanaka, McAllister," said McGonagall, shaking both their hands. "Thank you for coming."


    "Thank you for having us," replied Jimmy with a professional smile.


    Jimenez said nothing, but greeted Lucas with a brief nod.


    After the initial greetings, McGonagall got straight to the point. "I see you have an agent now, Tanaka. How nice... Mr. McAllister, we''ve been impressed with Lucas'' performance so far. His progress has been remarkable, and we believe he can be a key player for the future of the club. That''s why we want to discuss the terms of his renewal."


    Jimmy smiled. "I''m glad to hear that, Mr. McGonagall. But, as you know, Lucas has been getting a lot of attention lately. Bigger clubs are already showing interest, and it''s only natural that we consider all options."


    Jimenez narrowed his eyes and leaned forward. "With all due respect, McAllister, Lucas still has a lot to prove. He''s talented, but we''re talking about potential, not an established player."


    Lucas felt the comment like a punch, but remained silent. He knew that in his role, there was more of a listener than a protagonist.


    "Coach, I understand my client has a lot to develop. He''s just a child. But, with all due respect, clubs like Olympique, Benfica and even Ajax wouldn''t be interested in someone who ''still has a lot to prove''. They don''t even want him just for the youth team. They want him for the senior squad. I understand they come from weaker leagues than the Premier League, but they see what Lucas can become. That''s why we''re here: to make sure Brighton sees it too."


    McGonagall held up her hand to prevent Jimenez from answering. "Nobody is questioning Lucas''s talent. What we want to know is: what would it take for you to consider a renewal?"


    Jimmy opened a folder he was carrying and placed some papers on the table. "First, we need to adjust the salary. We know that he''s one of the lowest paid of the U-20 players, even though he''s one standout. Secondly, we want a fair release clause if an offer comes in from bigger clubs. We don''t want Lucas to be stuck here if an opportunity comes along that he can''t refuse."


    McGonagall snorted, crossing her arms. "So basically, you want more money and less commitment."


    "That''s not it. We want balance. Lucas is loyal to Brighton, but he also needs security. You expect him to play and grow here, but the market is volatile. Brighton needs to show that they value his talent."


    As McGonagall went through the papers, Jimenez looked directly at Lucas. "What about you, kid? What do you make of all this?" Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire


    Lucas felt the weight of the coach''s gaze, but didn''t look away. "I enjoy being at Brighton. I think I can grow here, help the team and achieve my goals. But I want to feel sure that we''re all on the same page."


    McGonagall smiled, but there was something enigmatic in her expression. "Lucas, you understand Brighton needs commitment too, right? We can''t invest in a player who might leave us at the first opportunity." S§×arch* The N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "I understand, Mr. McGonagall. But if you believe me, I think we can find a compromise that works for everyone."


    The room fell silent for a few moments. McGonagall exchanged glances with Jimenez, who shrugged. Finally, the sports director spoke up.


    "Here''s what we''ll do: we''ll adjust Lucas''s salary to a level more in line with his performance. 10,000 euros a month. As for the release clause, we need to discuss specific figures, but 50 million euros is what I have in mind. We don''t want to lose you easily, Lucas, but we will not ignore the market either."


    Jimmy nodded, pleased with the progress. "That sounds reasonable. We can work on the details and complete the contract next week."


    When the meeting was over, Lucas and Jimmy left the office and walked down the corridor. Jimmy looked relieved, but also excited.


    "You did well, kid," he said, tapping Lucas on the shoulder.


    "Thanks, Jimmy. You''ve taken a load off my shoulders."


    "That''s what you hired me for." He slapped me twice and walked towards the door. "It''s your day off, kid. Do what I told you and go enjoy it with some girls."


    Lucas just waved his right-hand goodbye. It was still morning, and he didn''t have many plans for the rest of the day. The best thing would be to train, but the day before, in the dressing room after the win against Sevilla, Jimenez had made all the players promise they would rest and that meant not touching a ball.


    Just like that, the idea of going to the movies came back to him. He took his cell phone out of his pocket, went to Raphael''s contact, and called him.


    Imagine his surprise when, after a few seconds of waiting to be picked up, a female voice answered on the other end. He was about to ask who it was when he pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at the name of the contact he had called.


    ''Kader Akdemir? Eddie''s daughter? Shit, I''ve got to go,'' he thought.


    "Hello? Tanaka? Why did you call me?"


    At that moment, Lucas thought that Jimmy''s idea wasn''t so bad. He was curious about what it was like for Eddie to be an assistant coach again, and the person who could best tell him about it was Kader.

 Chapter 169 168 - Natural

    "Oh, hi, Kader. Sorry, I... I got mixed up here. I called by mistake," said Lucas."Really? Well, since that''s the case, I''d better hang up."


    "Actually, maybe it''s a sign of fate. I''m here doing nothing and I thought maybe... you wanted to go to the movies today? Nothing too elaborate, of course. Just for a movie."


    On the other end of the line, Kader was silent for a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity to Lucas. Finally, she answered with a slight laugh.


    "Movie? Just to clarify, Tanaka, this isn''t a romantic invitation, is it?" Lucas almost choked.


    Lucas almost choked. "What? No, of course not! Look, it''s just that I''m curious about how Eddie is coping with this new phase as a coach, and you''re probably the person who knows the most about him. I thought we could talk. And, well, I''m bored too."


    Kader laughed again. "Oh, I see. So you want to use my company as an excuse to spy on my father. I''m feeling so valued right now."


    "It''s not that! I swear! I just thought it would be fun to get out for a while."


    She sighed. "Okay, Tanaka. I''ll accept, but only because I have nothing better to do either. Where are we meeting?"


    Lucas smiled, relieved. "How about the mall downtown? We can choose a movie there and have something to eat afterwards."


    "Okay. See you in an hour," said Kader, before hanging up.


    ---


    An hour later, Lucas was standing in front of the movie theater in the city mall. He had chosen a casual shirt and a pair of jeans, something that wouldn''t draw too much attention and that was more casual than the outfit he wore to the contract renewal meeting.


    While he waited, he looked around, noticing the movement of people coming and going with bags, couples discussing which movies to see, and children running around a fountain.


    Kader arrived shortly after, wearing a simple dress and a light jacket. Her short pink hair was loose, and she carried a small bag on her shoulder.


    "I hope you didn''t wait too long. The traffic was awful," she said unceremoniously.


    "No big deal. I''m glad you came."


    They walked to the box office together, looking at the movie posters. After some indecision, they opted for a light comedy. S~ea??h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Something to relax," commented Kader. "I don''t think any of us are in the mood for heavy dramas today."


    "I agree. We need a few laughs," said Lucas, as he bought the tickets. They also grabbed some popcorn and soft drinks before entering the theater.


    During the movie, they both laughed and made low comments about the funniest scenes. Kader had a sharper sense of humor than Lucas had expected. When the credits finally rolled, they both left with smiles on their faces.


    "Okay, I admit, that was fun," said Kader, as he finished the last piece of popcorn. "But now it''s your turn. What exactly do you want to know about my father?"


    They sat down in one of the mall''s squares, near a small coffee shop. Lucas ordered two cappuccinos before answering.


    "How is he? Eddie was a demanding coach, but we liked that. We knew he''d stick to his guns because he believes that physicality is very important in soccer. Taking him off to put Jimenez on with only one game lost, and a draw was... unfair."


    "They needed a scapegoat to put Jimenez back in charge. Of course, they could have done it from the start when Team-B replaced Team-A. However, there could have been controversy that Team-B was only playing well because of my father''s tactics. I think they wanted to avoid that. Anyway, my dad''s fine. Of course, he enjoyed being the coach, and he''s still very upset about the board''s decision. But what can he do apart from carrying on doing his job?"


    "It''s really complicated..." said Lucas, stirring his cup of cappuccino. "But if there''s one thing I''ve learned from playing under Eddie, it''s that he doesn''t give up easily. He''ll get over it."


    Kader smiled slightly, but there was a touch of melancholy in his eyes. "You''re right. He''s resilient. He trusts you, you know? More than he lets on."


    Lucas blinked, surprised. "Really? I never imagined that. He always seems so... distant."


    Kader laughed, this time more lightly. "It''s his way. He''s not one to show much, but he believes in players who show dedication. And you''re one of them."


    The compliment put Lucas off a little, but it also motivated him. He decided he would do anything to justify Eddie''s trust in him. After a few minutes of silence, he changed the subject.


    "But what about you, Kader? You seem to have taken on even more responsibility in the team."


    She shrugged. "It''s... hard work, but I like it. I want to be useful, even if my contribution seems small. Besides, being close to the team gives me a sense of purpose. I enjoy seeing all of you fighting for something bigger."


    Lucas smiled, admiring her dedication. "You do so much more than you realize, Kader. Have you seen how much everyone depends on you? From helping with uniforms to giving that moral support, you''re essential to the team."


    She blushed slightly and looked away, but couldn''t hide a small smile. "Thank you, Lucas. That''s good to hear."


    They continued chatting about various topics, they just didn''t realize that while they were talking in that food court, not far away, there were two girls sitting at a table and whispering about them.


    Lucy Griffin, the promising swimmer who had become friends with Lucas and a Brighton fan to the extent of going to all their home games, was hiding her face between her arms, clearly uncomfortable. Next to her, Kate Dyer, a member of the disciplinary board and Lucy''s friend, was looking at her with exasperation.


    "Lucy, for God''s sake, get your head up. They''ll think you''re ill if they see you," said Kate.


    "I''m having a bad time," came Lucy''s muffled reply. Her voice sounded anguished, as if each word took an enormous emotional effort. "Look at them, Kate! She''s laughing, he''s laughing... and he bought her coffee! What else could it mean?"


    Kate sighed, leaning back in her chair. "It means they''re talking, Lucy. Talking isn''t a crime, you know. She''s an assistant on the team he plays for. It''s natural."


    Lucy lifted her head slightly, just enough to glare at Kate. Her blonde hair was messy, and her blue eyes had an accusing glint. "Natural? NATURAL?! Since when does a guy call a coworker to go to the movies and then have coffee with her at the mall? That''s not natural, Kate. That''s... it''s a conspiracy!"


    Kate couldn''t contain her laughter. "A conspiracy, really? And who''s conspiring, the universe? God? Fate?"


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    Lucy buried her face in her arms again. "You don''t understand... Kader has every opportunity. She''s there, every day, by his side. They train together, travel together... she''s practically his shadow. How can I compete with that?"


    Kate shook her head, putting her milkshake aside. "Lucy, you''re exaggerating. Lucas is just... Lucas. He hasn''t even realized that you like him. And, to be honest, Kader seems professional. She''s there to help the team. It would be a problem if she had a relationship with one boy. She certainly didn''t steal him from you."


    "She doesn''t have to," muttered Lucy, her head still hidden. "She''s already got his heart. Look at the way he''s smiling at her! I''ve never seen him smile at me like that."


    Kate leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Okay, let''s be realistic here. First: Lucas smiles at everyone, because he''s a sociable person. Second: you''ve never given him the chance to smile at you like that, because every time he gets close, you freak out."


    "I don''t freak out!" protested Lucy, suddenly raising her head. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked offended.


    Kate arched an eyebrow. "Oh no? What do you think about seeing him in the corridors of the institute and pretending to be busy on your cell phone or running to the bathroom?"


    "That''s... tactical. I just don''t want to seem desperate."


    Kate rolled her eyes. "Lucy, you look anything but desperate. Do you know what you look like? Confused. And maybe a little childish."


    "Childish?!" Lucy seemed about to protest again, but the word seemed to hit her like a bucket of cold water. She sighed, defeated. "Okay, maybe I am childish. But it''s not fair, Kate. I''ve liked him since his first days here, and now I seem to lose any chance."


    Kate softened her tone, realizing that her friend was really upset. "Look, Lucy, I understand how you feel. But standing here beating yourself up will not help. If you like him, be direct. Talk to him, show interest. Who knows, maybe he''s expecting exactly that?"


    "What if he''s not expecting it? What if I end up making a fool of myself?"


    Kate shrugged. "At least you''ll know the truth. And that''s better than staying here, hiding behind tables and spying like an amateur spy."


    Lucy laughed softly, finally relaxing a little. "Okay, you have a point. But what if he''s already into Kader?"


    Kate slapped the table lightly, smiling. "Then you find out and move on. Lucy, you''re amazing. Any guy would be lucky to have you by his side. Don''t put your life on hold for someone who might not even realize how much you like him."


    Lucy was silent for a moment, reflecting on her friend''s words. Finally, she sighed. "Okay, you win. I''ll try to talk to him... sometime."

 Chapter 170 169 - Liverpool Rematch (Part 1)

    The atmosphere was tense in the Brighton dressing room. It was the fifth round of the Premier Youth League and the opponent was Liverpool. Luckily, the game was at Brighton''s home.Coach Jimenez stood in the center of the circle of players, his clipboard full of notes and diagrams.


    "Today''s our chance to prove what we''re capable of, lads! They remember the training game you and Eddie played two months ago. Yes, they won, but they know we gave them a hard time. Our discipline, organization, and spirited play were clear. Today, we''re going to show that it wasn''t luck, it was your skill!"


    During that training match, Brighton had impressed, and Lucas had caught the eye of the opposing coach, Mr. Ferg.


    On the Liverpool side, Mr. Ferg was standing near the sideline, talking to some of his most important players: Declan Shaw, the captain and heart of the midfield, Leo Carter, the robust defender, and Sam Robinson, the speedy striker who always caused problems for opposing defenses. Ferg was experienced and didn''t underestimate Brighton. He had made a point of re-watching the videos of Brighton''s practice game and their most recent match against Sevilla, and knew that Lucas Tanaka was a player who could upset the odds.


    "Keep an eye on their No7," said Ferg, looking at Shaw. "He''s creative, agile and has a deadly pass. If he gets space, he''ll cause us problems."


    The teams took to the field to the applause of a lively crowd. The sun was shining brightly on the impeccably cut pitch. It was a Saturday afternoon.


    Brighton wore their blue and white uniform, while Liverpool sported their characteristic red. Lucas, wearing the number 7 shirt on his back, looked around, taking in the moment. He enjoyed playing against strong teams.


    The referee blew the whistle, and the game began.


    From the first five minutes, it was going to be an even battle. Liverpool tried to impose their pace with quick passing and intelligent movement.


    The first moment of danger came in the sixth minute. Sam Robinson received a throw in deep and shot down the right, leaving Aidan behind. He crossed low into the area, where a Liverpool striker tried to finish, but a watchful Daniel Riber blocked the shot, sending the ball out for a corner.


    "Yes, Riber!" shouted Anton, the Brighton goalkeeper, encouraging his teammates.


    The corner was taken by Shaw, but the Brighton defense was well organized. Luiz Fernando headed the ball away and the counter-attack began.


    Lucas picked up the ball and looked around, assessing his options. He saw Miguel advancing down the right flank and made a millimeter throw. Miguel ran to reach the ball, but Leo Carter was alert. With a clean, precise run, he disarmed Miguel and sent the ball over the bar.


    Lucas raised his thumb to Miguel, showing support, while Carter, with a confident smile, teased:


    "You''ll need more than that to get past me."


    Miguel just ignored him. He was getting used to these talkative players.


    The next few minutes were a tactical battle. Brighton looked for space with quick passes between Lucas, Javier, and Felix.


    At one point, Javier found Raphael in the left wing. The winger faced his marker and tried to dribble, but was intercepted. Liverpool responded with a blistering counter-attack, but Felix, always alert, cut out the play with a tackle in midfield.


    "Calm down, calm down!" shouted Jimenez from the technical area. "Let''s work the ball better. Tik-taka!"


    In the 15th minute, Brighton had their first real chance. A misplaced pass from Declan Shaw allowed Javier to steal the ball. He quickly passed to Lucas, who spotted Arthur streaking between the defenders. The pass was perfect, leaving Arthur face-to-face with the Liverpool goalkeeper. The fans held their breath. Arthur shot, but the opposing goalkeeper made a spectacular save, sending the ball wide.


    Arthur looked at Lucas, who held out his hand to help him up. "Next time, I''ll put that one in," he said, smiling as he accepted the help.


    Lucas responded with a gentle slap on the shoulder. "I know you will."


    Brighton showed they weren''t just there to react. From the first few minutes, Jimenez''s side would adopt a more cautious but intelligent strategy: ball control, quick passing and synchronized movement.


    Liverpool, with their intense pressing, couldn''t break down Brighton''s defense, and instead of giving in, the Brighton team seemed to adapt to the pressure, passing the ball around and taking advantage of every little space left by their opponents. The team Lucas and Javier led whose midfield had an increasingly sharp vision of the game, passing the ball from one side to the other without error, making the Liverpool players chase after it.


    Lucas was using <Risk Analysis> all the time, and so guided the ball calmly, making the opposing defense move from side to side.


    Liverpool, not used to being so troubled, showed signs of exhaustion.


    "This is incredible!" said Henry, the match''s narrator, as he watched Brighton execute their tactics of quick passing and coordinated movement. "Brighton seems to have completely changed their style of play since Jimenez took over. Eddie was more defensive, but Jimenez has brought a completely different mentality. This Brighton team is now in control of the game!"


    Clara Rodriguez, the commentator alongside Henry, agreed: "Yes, Henry, you''re absolutely right. The change in style of play is clear. While Liverpool stands out for the individuality and physical strength of their players, Brighton now relies on a collective game, with quick passing and constant movement. They are no longer playing, just to react. They''re controlling the game."


    Ferg, who was watching the match closely, couldn''t hide his frustration. He didn''t like the way Brighton was behaving.


    Eddie''s team, which he saw as a reactive and defensive side, differed from the match against Sevilla. It was better. And to make matters worse, their quick passing and team play trapped Liverpool in a cage.


    The Liverpool players were running from side to side, trying to adjust to the fast pace of the game.


    "This tactic is cowardly," muttered Ferg, annoyed. "They''re not trying to break down our defense with dribbling or individual play. They''re simply making us run until we can''t stand it. It can''t go on like this."


    He looked at Jimenez on the sideline with a look of disdain. The Brighton manager, with his tactics of possession and control and quick passing, was making Liverpool more and more desperate.


    Liverpool was sinking under their own pressure, while Brighton seemed to have total control of the match. The first half wore on and the intensity of Brighton''s ball control didn''t let up, but Liverpool showed they were defending very well.


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    Arthur had three headers, and the goalkeeper saved all three. Lucas and Javier had shots from outside the area, while Raphael had a shot from the edge of the box that didn''t go in.


    "It''s impressive to see how Brighton has reinvented themselves under Jimenez. They''re no longer just chasing the ball, they''re making Liverpool chase them. Can they keep it up after the goal? Because they''re being very patient, but Brighton makes mistakes, especially when they get too confident." Henry agreed.


    Henry agreed: "I don''t know if that''s true now, Clara. Before, Brighton was good, very good, but they looked like an insecure team. Now they look like a real collective soccer machine."


    With a few minutes to go until half-time, Brighton was in complete control of the match. However, they still hadn''t scored.


    Jimenez''s quick passing and constant movement were wearing down Liverpool''s players, but the frustration caused by Liverpool''s resilient defense was making Brighton impatient.


    However, in a quick counter-attack, Lucas received the ball in midfield, with Liverpool still reorganizing after a last corner. He didn''t hesitate and played the ball to Arthur, who was already on the run.


    Arthur picked up the ball and protected it as he ran. There was no one in front of him apart from the goalkeeper, and the defender who was supposed to be marking him had run out to score a header from the corner. Arthur wasn''t fast, so he knew he would lose out to the other players if he didn''t shoot soon. So he straightened up and took a shot. It was the best chance he had. The ball went narrowly wide of the post and, miraculously, straight into the back of the net. A great shot from outside the area.


    "Goooooooaaaal for Brighton! Arthur finally opens the scoring!" Henry, the narrator, exclaimed. "It was a quick move that the Liverpool defense didn''t even see properly, and Brighton finally punish Liverpool!"


    The Brighton fans erupted in celebration. Lucas ran up to Arthur, hugging him as the rest of the team joined in the celebration.


    Coach Jimenez smiled with satisfaction, seeing his strategy of ball control, and patience rewarded. S§×ar?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Liverpool was now in a difficult situation. Brighton''s pressure had broken down their defense, and the team was visibly shaken.


    Ferg, on the bench, shouted at his players, but Brighton had been in control of the match so far.


    The first half was drawing to a close, but Brighton, with their collective soccer and tactical intelligence, had taken the first step towards victory. And this was a direct fight for the top of the league, because Manchester United lost their last game to Leicester City.

 Chapter 171 170 - Liverpool Rematch (Part 2)

    Brighton went into the second half with renewed confidence after Arthur''s goal in the last minutes of the first half.Liverpool, however, looked even more determined. Coach Ferg had clearly given incisive instructions, and his players came back with a semblance of absolute focus. Sear?h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The 1-0 scoreline was dangerous, and Brighton knew it.


    Lucas noticed the change in Liverpool''s attitude and rallied his teammates before the whistle blew. "They''re going to come all out now. We need to be even smarter. Stay calm, because we can still fuck it up," he said.


    As soon as the referee blew the whistle, Liverpool pushed forward with intensity. Declan Shaw, the engine of the Reds'' midfield, dictated the pace, distributing quick passes to the wingers and looking for Sam Robinson, the team''s most dangerous striker. Leo Carter, with his usual confidence, constantly moved up to the right, trying to put pressure on Raphael and Aidan.


    In the 50th minute, a hard foul by Felix on the edge of the box gave Liverpool a dangerous opportunity.


    Declan Shaw stepped up to take the free-kick and hit the post with a powerful shot. The rebound was fiercely contested, but Daniel Riber, standing firm like a wall, cleared the danger with a header.


    "They''re putting us under a lot of pressure," Aidan said to Lucas.


    Lucas nodded in agreement. "That''s why we need to take advantage of the spaces they leave."


    Brighton responded with a sequence of quick passes between Lucas, Javier, and Miguel. In the 55th minute, Miguel received the ball on the right wing and faced the left-back again. This time, the winger faked a cut inside, but quickly changed direction, leaving the full-back behind. Miguel crossed with precision to Arthur, who headed the ball in firmly. The ball was accurate, but the goalkeeper got a hand to it.


    "Miguel is gaining ground on Carter. If he keeps this up, he could upset the balance of the game," Clara Rodriguez said on the broadcast.


    But Liverpool was undeterred. In the 60th minute, Sam Robinson received a precise delivery from Declan and set off at speed. He dribbled past Luiz Fernando with a quick feint and shot across the goal, forcing Anton to make a spectacular save.


    The Brighton goalkeeper, always assured, shouted for his teammates to get their act together.


    On the bench, Jimenez watched calmly, but with an expression of restrained concern. He called Eddie over and briefly discussed the tactical options.


    In the 65th minute, Ferg made his first substitution, bringing on a more attacking midfielder to increase the pressure. The change had an immediate effect, and Liverpool dominated possession because the midfielder got forward and intercepted Javier''s passes.


    It was then that Lucas used his Risk Analysis skills once again. He noticed a pattern in Liverpool''s advances: Declan Shaw was getting too far forward, leaving gaps in the defensive midfield.


    Lucas signaled Javier and Felix, and the three of them planned a quick move to exploit the gap.


    The next great opportunity came in the 70th minute. Lucas intercepted a hasty pass from Declan and, wasting no time, laid the ball off to Raphael on the left wing. The winger raced forward, dribbled past the opposing full-back and crossed low into the area. Arthur got ahead of the defender and shot the first time, but the Liverpool goalkeeper made another impressive save.


    "What a sensational match!" exclaimed Henry. "Brighton are creating great chances and so are Liverpool, but the goalkeepers are inspired."


    In the 75th minute, Jimenez changed the team. Hillebrand came on in place of Raphael, bringing fresh energy to the left wing.


    Willian replaced Arthur, adding more mobility to the attack. The idea was clear: to exploit Liverpool''s fatigue with fresh, fast players.


    In the following minutes, the game became even more intense. The taunts between the players increased. In a dispute over the ball, Leo Carter pushed Miguel slightly, saying:


    "You will not get past me, kid."


    "We''ll see."


    In the 80th minute, Brighton had another clear chance. Lucas received the ball from Javier on the edge of the box, got a brilliant touch to clear two defenders, and shot wide. The ball was heading for the corner, but the Liverpool goalkeeper made an unbelievable save to deflect it out for a corner.


    In the 85th minute, Sam Robinson almost equalized with a shot from outside the area.


    In the 90th minute, the referee signaled for four minutes of extra time. The Brighton fans sang loudly, encouraging their team to hold on for victory.


    In the last seconds, Liverpool had a corner. Their goalkeeper climbed into the area in a last gasp of hope. The ball was crossed, but Luiz Fernando appeared to clear the danger with a powerful header.


    Lucas picked up the rebound and raced forward, but the referee blew the whistle before he could get a shot at the goal.


    "Game over!" announced Henry. "Brighton win 1-0 in a great game from both teams! What a brilliant performance from the whole Brighton team, especially Arthur, Lucas and Anton. This win puts Brighton in an excellent position in the league, taking the lead and just waiting for Chelsea and City to play to see which of them will draw level on points."


    Jimenez, always discreet, just smiled and shook hands with Alex and Eddie.


    Lucas, exhausted, looked at the crowd and raised his arms, feeling that he hadn''t played a great game individually, but at least he had put Jimenez''s tactical idea into practice.


    As soon as the team left the pitch, the mood in the dressing room was one of pure euphoria.


    "Congratulations, lads! You played like real champions today!" said Alex, clapping vigorously.


    Eddie added: "That was the response we needed. It was a tough game, but you showed resilience and intelligence."


    While the players were recovering, the dressing room door slowly opened. To everyone''s surprise, Liverpool''s manager, the respected Mr. Ferg, entered alongside Jimenez.


    Silence filled the room, but Ferg''s expression was friendly.


    "I hope I''m not interrupting, boys. But I wanted to take this opportunity to congratulate you personally. You played very well today. It was a game worthy of a cup final."


    The Brighton players exchanged surprised and excited looks. It was rare for an opposing coach to make this kind of gesture. Ferg continued:


    "When we played you in training months ago, I saw that there was something special about this group. You proved that today. You played with courage, discipline and, above all, intelligence. Especially you, Lucas." Stay connected via My Virtual Library Empire


    Lucas, taken aback, stood up. "Thank you, sir. It means a lot coming from someone like you."


    Ferg smiled. "You have something rare. You can read the game in a way that few others can. Keep it up, and you''ll have a bright future. In fact, I say that to all of you. This victory is just the beginning. Never stop improving."


    After a few words of encouragement to the other players, including praise for Anton, Arthur and Miguel, Ferg shook Eddie''s hand. "Congratulations too, Eddie. I heard what happened, but I know it was the best thing for your professional development and also for the club. I hope we face each other again, but next time I hope the result is different."


    Eddie laughed. "You know where to find us, Ferg."


    As the Liverpool manager left, the Brighton dressing room erupted in a mixture of laughter and animated conversation.


    "Did you hear that? Ferg praised us!" exclaimed Raphael.


    "And he even remembered the training match. That means we''re making a mark," said Aidan proudly.


    Jimenez joined the conversation. "Well, I hope that mark means more wins in the future. Now, everyone, get in the shower!"


    When Lucas arrived at his room in the institute''s dormitory, he sat on his bed and opened the system.


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    Player name: Lucas Tanaka


    Star Level: 5 - 0 SP/ 300 SP to the next level*


    Balance: 800 credits.


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    [Attributes]


    Speed: 50


    Shooting: 51


    Dribbling: 36


    Defense: 33


    Physical: 49


    Passing: 57


    [Talents]


    Ball Control: 19


    Endurance: 15


    Strength: 15


    Heading: 16


    Scoring: 18


    Vision: 16


    Positioning: 15


    ===


    Mystical Skills:* <Feet>; <Sharp Intuition>; <Attribute Progression>; <Supernatural Resistance>; <Champion System>; <Replicator Genius>; <Titan Weight>; <Immortal Technique>


    Soccer Skills:* <Advanced First Kick>; <Stellar Impulse>; <Short Dribble>; <Mirage Feint>; <More Than Fast Reflexes>; <Risk Analysis>; <Advanced Concentration>; <Extended Physical Stamina>;


    +


    He had already distributed the Attribute Points he had earned over the last few weeks. So he analyzed them to see how they were doing.


    "My speed has increased a lot. I could feel it in the last few games, especially when I needed to get forward. I know that my Defense and Dribbling are still low, but everyone has to be bad at something, right?"


    Being in Lucas'' mind would be a lot easier if he really thought like that.


    "How can I improve my dribbling? Do I have to copy other dribbling skills or just increase it with points? The Dribbling attribute won''t make me dribble automatically, but it will increase my plasticity and speed of thought. If this were a normal system, it would be listed as Reflex."


    Lucas put a hand to his chin, thought for a moment, and took a deep breath.


    "Anyway, I''ll think about it when I get more points. At the moment, if I get dribbling skills, it''ll be good. Especially if I don''t need to copy them, but earn them with this here." He said and looked at his inventory, where there were 5 Mystery Cards for him to open.

 Chapter 172 171 - Five Mysterious Cards

    Sitting on his bed, Lucas opened the system panel. The familiar windows projected before his eyes. His attributes and skills glowed in an organized interface at first, but it was the inventory icon that held his attention now."Five mysterious cards, huh? Time to see what you''ve got for me."


    With one touch, he selected the first card. Immediately, a floating, shiny card appeared in front of him. The card seemed to be made of a material that oscillated between the physical and the immaterial, just like the windows, glowing with a soft gray radiance. They were normal skill cards.


    In the center of the card, there was a button with [Reveal] written on it.


    Lucas extended his right index finger, hesitated for a moment, and finally clicked the button. The card revealed itself with a faint sound. A bluish light emerged from inside the card, and a floating message appeared in front of Lucas:


    [Congratulations! You have got the Common Skill: Silent Steps].


    [Silent Steps: Allows you to move with extreme discretion, significantly reducing the sound of your footsteps and improving your ability to infiltrate and approach. Perfect for situations that require subtlety].


    "Interesting... maybe I can use this to move around the field better without being noticed by opponents," he thought aloud.


    Lucas moved on to the second card. When he opened it, the message that appeared was less impressive:


    [Congratulations! You have got the Common Skill: Posture Adjuster].


    He raised an eyebrow and sighed, but clicked on the information icon anyway:


    [Posture Adjuster: Improves your body awareness and posture, reducing the risk of injury and optimizing your movements.]


    "Not bad for avoiding injury, but it''s still not something that screams ''soccer skill''. Let''s see what else I can do..." He''d gone so long without opening cards like this that he''d forgotten that some of them were disappointing.


    [Congratulations, you''ve got the Common Skill: Spatial Control.]


    Lucas''s heart raced at the name of the third card, and he quickly clicked on the information icon:


    [Spatial Control: Significantly increases your ability to calculate distances, trajectories, and positioning in real time.]


    "Now we''re talking!" Lucas exclaimed excitedly. This skill seemed to be a game-changer for his performance on the pitch.


    With renewed expectations, he opened the penultimate card.


    [Congratulations, you have got the Uncommon Skill: Predator Instinct.]


    Lucas felt a shiver run down his spine. He clicked on the information icon with a mixture of excitement and nervousness:


    [Predator Instinct: Heightens your awareness of movements around you, allowing instant reactions and precise decision-making at critical moments.]


    Lucas lay back on the bed, absorbing the information from the first four cards. He knew that, although some of them seemed unrelated to soccer, there was potential to apply them in creative ways.


    "Silent Steps may not be a direct skill, but it will help me position myself without attracting attention, especially when I''m marked or looking for space between the opposing defense." He smiled slightly. "And Posture Adjuster? Well, that''s useless really."


    "Spatial Control. That skill seems to be the most promising so far. Calculating distances and trajectories... It''s perfect for everything in soccer. Combine that with Predator Instinct and I can be unbeatable in midfield and my other skills, and I could be unbeatable if I could activate more than one skill at the same time. What I can do is try to activate them in sequence and combine them."


    It was as if he was putting together a jigsaw puzzle, and each piece added brought him closer to the ideal vision he had for himself: a complete and differentiated player.


    "Okay, last card." Lucas leaned forward, staring at the remaining card.


    Unlike the others, he hesitated for a moment. Then he clicked the [Reveal] button.


    An unfamiliar sound, almost like a distant roar, echoed throughout the room. The greenish light of the card filled the space with a warm aura before revealing the message.


    [Congratulations, you have got the Rare Skill: Titan''s Resilience].


    Lucas''s eyes widened, and he quickly clicked on the information icon.


    [Titan''s Resilience: A rare ability that dramatically increases your physical and mental stamina when activated. It reduces the impact of fatigue and improves your performance under adverse conditions].


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    Lucas remained silent for a few seconds, taking in the impact of that ability.


    "That... That''s incredible! With this, no matter how intense the game gets, I''ll be there until the end."


    With the five cards open and his new skills gained, Lucas felt a wave of gratitude for the system.


    "This is just the beginning. I still want more of these skills. Each skill is a tool to become the player I''ve always dreamed of being."


    He closed the panel and threw himself on the bed, staring at the ceiling.


    "Tomorrow, I want..."


    *Ding*


    His cell phone on the nightstand to the right of his bed vibrated with the arrival of a new message.


    He reached out and picked it up. The screen lit up, revealing a message notification.


    [Lucy <3: Congratulations on a great game today. I couldn''t make it to watch in person, but I followed along online. You played very well, as always.]


    Lucas smiled as he read the message. Despite the intensity of the game, he had noticed her absence. Lucy was almost always present at Brighton''s home games, sitting in the reserved area behind the dugout. He rarely commented, but he noticed when she didn''t show up.


    [Lucas: Thanks, Lucy. It was a tough game, but we did it. I missed you there today. It was strange not seeing you in the stands.


    Lucy <3: I''m sorry I missed you. I had some commitments, but I was cheering you on from home. You played really well].


    Lucas: Good to know you were watching. Your support makes a difference, even from a distance.


    Lucy <3: Will you have another day off after today''s game, like you did after the one against Sevilla?]


    Lucas arched an eyebrow. He wondered how she knew about the previous day off, but decided not to ask. Perhaps he''d commented on it to her and simply forgotten.


    [Lucas: Yes, I''ll be off tomorrow. Why? Are you planning something? Are you planning something?


    Lucy <3: So... there''s an exhibition of Japanese art at a gallery in the city center, but it''ll be over soon. I thought you might like to go. There''s no one better to accompany me than you. You are Japanese after all].


    Lucas laughed softly as he read. The idea sounded interesting, but more than that, Lucy''s company was something he always appreciated.


    [Lucas: That sounds like a good idea. When do you want to go? S§×ar?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucy <3: How about two in the afternoon? We can meet at the central station.


    Lucas: Okay. I''ll see you there... I''m going to rest now. Have a good night!


    Lucy <3: You too! ^^]


    After putting his cell phone back on the bedside table, Lucas lay there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling. A slight smile remained on his face as he thought about the message.


    "Tomorrow''s going to be a good day," he said before closing his eyes, letting the anticipation of the next day lull him to sleep.


    -:-


    Beep! Beep! Beep!


    Lucas''s alarm clock beeped, and he opened his eyes. And there was the daily mission as usual. Sometimes he completed it, sometimes he simply ignored it. Lately, he had ignored it.


    [Daily Mission: Effort X Reward.


    Description: You''re not good enough. Try harder.


    Daily objective:


    0/100 Push-ups


    0/100 Abs


    0/100 Squats


    0/10KM Run


    Rewards:


    +1 Star Point per day


    +1 Loot Box].


    Lucas sighed. "It''s not exactly the most encouraging motivation, but it''s worth it."


    He knew that these daily missions were a good way to improve both his attributes and his skills. He had been neglecting some of them, especially on the more tiring training days. Today, however, with the rest of the day free and only the afternoon reserved for meeting Lucy, it seemed the ideal time to complete the task.


    "Let''s do it. Work first, play later."


    Lucas put an upbeat playlist on his cell phone and started doing his push-ups. After so long without doing them, it was much more challenging than it used to be.


    "Fifty down... Focus on the next fifty," he said, encouraging himself as drops of sweat trickled down his forehead.


    Still, he completed it after a few pauses. Next, he moved on to the abdominal crunches.


    As he performed the moves on the floor, he felt his abdominal muscles burn with the repetition, but this only motivated him. He knew that strengthening his core was essential to improving his balance on the pitch.


    The squats tested his strength and endurance. Each repetition seemed to reinforce the foundation needed to keep his performance on a par with the strongest players in the league.


    After completing the exercises he could do inside his apartment, Lucas went out to tackle the 10km run. The campus of the Seyek Institute was quiet, with only a few students running around.

 Chapter 173 172 - Exhibition of Japanese Art

    The first two kilometers were light, allowing him to warm up and get into a rhythm. On the third, he spotted a familiar figure walking slowly in the opposite direction.Denis, the injured defensive midfielder, looked tired before the day had even begun.


    With his shoulders slumped and a cup of coffee in his hand, he barely seemed to notice Lucas.


    "Morning, Denis!" Lucas said, slowing down.


    Denis looked up, letting out a yawn. "Ah, Lucas. Good morning... or would it be a good afternoon? I don''t even know anymore."


    "You sleep too late and then you''re like this! Any plans for today?"


    "More sleep." Denis replied, laughing softly. "Good luck with all that energy."


    Lucas nodded, laughing, before picking up the pace again.


    Further along, at the fifth kilometer, a young woman with long black hair and an impeccable uniform caught his eye. It was Kate, a member of the disciplinary committee, known for being strict and disciplined with everyone. She seemed to make notes on a tablet as she walked quickly, possibly organizing something for the Institute''s upcoming events.


    "Lucas Tanaka." she called out as she saw him pass.


    He slowed down again and turned around. "Good morning, Kate. Any news?"


    "Nothing involving you just yet. But it''s good to see an example like you, always focused on training."


    Lucas thanked her with a nod and resumed his pace. But Kate thought:


    ''He''s got a date with Lucy today and she seems pretty excited early on... I wonder if she''ll finally get up the courage to confess?''


    Willian, the quiet reserve center-forward, was near the athletics training area, running in short bursts.


    "Looks like you don''t take time off either, huh?" Lucas shouted at him as he passed.


    Willian looked back and didn''t laugh or smile, but said: "I can''t stand still. I want to steal your starting position." He was clearly joking. After all, Lucas was a midfielder.


    "Good luck with that!" Lucas replied before continuing to run.


    Finally, on reaching the eighth kilometer, Lucas spotted Arthur near a tree. He was talking to a girl, who looked a little flushed at how close he was.


    Lucas passed them, trying not to laugh. "Putting your training aside, Arthur?"


    Arthur didn''t even bother. "It''s part of the training, partner. Working on communication."


    Lucas rolled his eyes with a smile and sped off, completing the route a few minutes later.


    Back at the apartment, Lucas received a notification from the system:


    [Congratulations! Daily Mission Completed.]


    [Rewards:


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    +1 Loot Box].


    He flopped down on the sofa, satisfied. "A morning well spent... Now just wait for the afternoon."


    -:-


    Later that same day...


    The clock was exactly two o''clock when Lucas arrived at the central station, his gaze moving between the various points of the place, waiting for Lucy. The autumn chill was already beginning to settle in the city, and he straightened his jacket.


    It was then that he saw her, walking with a shy smile, as always, but with a lightness in her step that seemed to reflect the anticipation of the meeting. She was wearing a denim jacket, skirt and also long black socks to cover her legs, with her blonde hair tied up in a neat bun with two wavy strands falling down the sides.


    "Hi, Lucas," she greeted. She looked nervous, but tried to disguise it by putting a smile on her face.


    "Hi, Lucy! I''ve been expecting you." He replied, trying to be as natural as possible, although he couldn''t help noticing how different she looked from normal.


    "Sorry I''m late. It''s just... I ended up getting held up a bit."


    "No problem. Let''s enjoy the rest of the afternoon. The galleries around here, right?"


    "Yes! I know the location well. You''ll love it," Lucy replied, relieved that they were finally on the move.


    But what Lucas didn''t realize was the whirlwind of thoughts inside her. With every step, she felt her anxiety growing - after all, what did she really want that afternoon? Lucas'' company, or a chance to finally understand what was going on between them? She wasn''t sure, but she felt that the opportunity was right there in front of her.


    As they walked to the venue, the words they exchanged were relaxed, about simple things like the weather. sea??h th§× NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    But something charged the brief silence that followed between them, and they both felt it differently.


    In Lucy''s case, it was a growing insecurity, a struggle against her own heart. She didn''t know how to act, or if she should act at all, given his closeness to Kader and the conflicting feelings it provoked in her.


    And Lucas, well, although he was an adult mentally, in his past life he''d had few chances to practice his dialog with women he was interested in. And this was certainly looking like a date to him, so it was enough to make him nervous.


    Anyway, after walking around a few, Lucas and Lucy entered a building that had an elevator and, as they exited the elevator, they walked through the gallery doors and were greeted by a calm and silent atmosphere.


    The sound of footsteps on the wooden floor was soft, and the delicate lighting of the lamps cast a soft light on the works of art on display.


    The gallery was divided into several sections, each dedicated to different aspects of Japanese art. One of the first things Lucas noticed was a series of paintings depicting scenes from the Edo period. The style of the works ranged from more traditional representations, such as landscapes of snow-capped mountains, to portraits of mythological figures, with vibrant colors and minute details.


    One painting particularly caught the eye for its size: a dragon amidst golden clouds, its eyes fixed on an imaginary observer, its skin covered in scales that almost glowed and jumped out of the picture.


    Lucy, watching next to him, was amazed by the details of this painting, but she also noticed the sparkle in Lucas''s eyes as he approached another painting, this time a work of ukiyo-e, a style she knew to be famous in Japan.


    "What''s that?" She asked, pointing to the work he had already nailed his eyes to.


    "That''s a work by Katsushika Hokusai," Lucas commented, looking at the image of a giant wave with a small boat struggling against the force of the sea. "Hokusai was a master. He not only influenced Japanese art but also many Western artists, such as Van Gogh and Monet."


    Lucy was slightly surprised. She knew he would know about his own culture, but she hadn''t imagined that he would know so much about art and history.


    "Wow, you really know that! I expected you to know a few things about Japan, of course, but... not that much. You sound like an expert!"


    Lucas laughed awkwardly, blushing slightly. He wasn''t used to receiving this kind of compliment, especially from someone as attentive as Lucy. He''d always had a certain fascination with Japanese history and art since he was a child, but he''d never considered himself an "expert." It was more of a personal passion, something he paid more attention to than most, even in his own country.


    "Oh, it''s not that big a deal. I''m just an observer. But... it''s interesting, isn''t it? How art can tell so many stories."


    Lucy smiled, noticing Lucas'' shyness, something she rarely saw when he was playing soccer or interacting with other people. It made her find him even more attractive, and something inside her warmed up.


    She thought about changing the subject, so as not to make him uncomfortable, and her eyes turned to a piece of artwork in front of her. It was a painting of a woman in a vibrant red kimono, dancing under a shower of cherry blossom petals. The scene was serene, with the figure almost floating in the air in perfect harmony with the surrounding nature. It was an image that evoked a sense of calm and delicacy.


    "Look at this one... I think it''s the most beautiful so far."


    Lucas looked at the work and smiled, because it was one artwork in the hallway of his house. "Yes, it''s impressive. It looks like it''s from one of the more modern schools of painting, perhaps by a contemporary artist like Takashi Murakami. He has a more pop style, but the beauty of this work... is also unique."


    Lucy was silent for a moment, admiring the painting while trying not to get nervous about how well things were going so far.


    Being next to Lucas without the game in the background was a new sensation for her, because although they were classmates, in the few classes Lucas attended, they barely interacted. However, here they were just two people in an art gallery, looking at things that had nothing to do with soccer, studies or other people.


    But as she looked around, she realized she wasn''t alone in her insecurities. Almost everyone around her was accompanied. Couples were walking hand in hand, whispering words in each other''s ears, admiring the paintings together.


    She couldn''t help noticing that they didn''t look like a couple at first glance, but they couldn''t just be friends because they were so close.


    That''s when a casual-looking man in a black T-shirt approached Lucas with a smile of recognition. Lucy was about to say something, but stopped when she heard the man talking to Lucas.


    "Hey, you''re Lucas Tanaka, right? The Brighton u20 player!" said the man, enthusiastically. "Dude, I watched the game yesterday. Congratulations, you played really well!"


    Lucas, surprised, smiled at the man and shook his hand. "Thanks. I''m glad you enjoyed the game."


    The man seemed unable to hide his excitement. "I''m a fan of the team, man! And my wife loves you too. Can we take a picture?"


    Lucy watched silently as the man took out his cell phone and positioned himself for the photo. She felt a certain discomfort, not because Lucas had fans - after all, that was normal for him - but because he seemed a little more distant from her now.


    The man''s smile, his excitement at seeing Lucas, everything seemed to reinforce the distance between his reality and hers. But she said nothing, just watched as Lucas posed for the photo with a closed smile.


    When the man finally walked away, thanking her for the photo and praising Lucas'' game once again, Lucy remained silent.


    Lucas, realizing that he had forgotten about Lucy for a moment, turned to her with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. You weren''t supposed to be uncomfortable. I didn''t think I''d meet a fan in the middle of an art gallery."


    Lucy raised an eyebrow and laughed a little. "Are you kidding? In England? You''ll find soccer fans even if you''re from the casino."


    "Look, let me make it up to you. Let''s get out of here and have a hot chocolate."


    Lucy looked at him for a moment, surprised by the kindness of the invitation. "Hot chocolate? That''s unnecessary, Lucas."


    But he insisted, with an almost mischievous smile. "There''s no better excuse for this cold weather. And I really think you deserve it. Come on, it could be fun."


    She didn''t know what to say, but finally gave in. "Okay, you win. But only because you insisted."

 Chapter 174 173 - Winter Garden

    Lucas and Lucy left the gallery as the autumn sky threatened another shower. The cold afternoon air outside seemed to justify the idea of hot chocolate even more. They walked side by side, their steps synchronized without them noticing. The city was busy, but somehow they isolated themselves in conversation."I still don''t think you need to reward me for that." Lucy said with a giggle.


    "It''s the least I can do," Lucas replied with a carefree smile. "Besides, you can never have too much hot chocolate, right?"


    Lucy rolled her eyes with a smile. "Okay, you win. But don''t make a habit of it!"


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    They soon arrived at a small Coffee on a charming corner. The place was cozy, with a rustic d¨¦cor: dark wood furniture, hanging lights with a yellowish glow and a fireplace in the corner that gave off an inviting warmth.


    Lucas held the door for Lucy, who entered with a nod of thanks. They found a table by the window, where they could watch the movement on the street. The rain was falling slowly, painting the glass with small drops that dripped down slowly.


    "So, do you come here often?" Lucy asked, raising an eyebrow as she examined the menu.


    Lucas chuckled. "Not really. But when I was a kid, I loved this kind of place in Japan. I always liked coffee shops with a quieter atmosphere, so when I saw this one, I knew I had to try it."


    Lucy smiled, impressed. "You have a nostalgic way about you, don''t you? Always talking about Japan so fondly."


    "It''s just that... there are a lot of good things that stayed there," he replied, looking away for a moment, as if old memories were hitting him. "But I''m also trying to create good memories here. Like now." He looked at Lucy and winked with one eye, smiling.


    Lucy felt her cheeks flush and twisted her attention back to the menu. "Right. Let''s see who gets the best hot chocolate."


    After ordering, the atmosphere between them became even lighter. Lucas recounted stories from his childhood, how he and Nishida would compete to see who could draw the best picture in the steam from the window during the cold winters.


    Lucy, on the other hand, told how she and her cousin always tried to create hot chocolate recipes at home, but often ended up with a disaster in the kitchen.


    "Once, we tried to make it with marshmallows, whipped cream and cinnamon... and we ended up putting pepper in by mistake," Lucy recounted, laughing as she recalled the memory. "It was horrible! My cousin was coughing for hours."


    Lucas almost spat out the sip of water he had taken, laughing. "I wish I''d seen that! It sounds like something I''d do. What''s worse is that I''d probably still say it was good, just to avoid admitting my mistake."


    Lucy joined in the laughter, feeling more and more at ease. She was surprised at how easy it was to talk to Lucas. Despite his growing fame as a player, he seemed to be someone very simple and genuine.


    When the hot chocolate arrived, they both made a point of tasting it and giving their opinions exaggeratedly, like culinary critics.


    "Hmm, very pronounced cocoa notes, with a slight hint of vanilla," Lucas said, bringing the cup to his lips again.


    "And the creaminess?" Lucy joined in, imitating a serious tone. "I''d say it''s perfect, but the marshmallow could be bigger."


    They laughed again, and the rest of the afternoon passed in the blink of an eye. They talked about everything and nothing: movies they liked, music they listened to, books they never finished reading and even went to a nearby bookstore, for that matter.


    At one point, Lucas even tried to impress her by describing the recipe for traditional Japanese hot chocolate, which included a touch of matcha.


    "You really like food, don''t you?" Lucy joked.


    "Food is life, Lucy. It''s not just liking it. It''s a serious commitment," he replied, feigning indignation.


    When they finally realized how much time they had spent there, the rain outside had stopped and the sky was taking on the orange hues of late afternoon. So they started walking through the streets again, now with the cold even more present.


    As they walked, Lucas took off his jacket and put it over Lucy''s shoulders without warning. "You''re shivering. Here, I''m fine with just the sweatshirt."


    Lucy tried to refuse. "But I..."


    "No excuses. Consider it part of the compensation," said Lucas with a smile.


    She didn''t insist, but the sensation of having something of his wrapped around her made her feel unexpectedly warm, even in the afternoon''s chill.


    The two of them walked to the station where they had met, and this was a little without realizing it. When they looked at each other, and Lucas was about to think it was time to say goodbye, Lucy said: Sear?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "There''s one more place I want to show you before we go."


    Lucas arched an eyebrow, curious. "Oh yeah, and what would that be?"


    "You''re going to have to trust me."


    Lucas couldn''t resist and followed, intrigued. They turned a corner and stopped in front of an old building. It was discreet, with exposed brickwork, but it had a peculiar charm typical of old buildings in England. Lucy glanced from one to the other, as if checking whether they were being watched. Then, with a mischievous smile, she took Lucas''s hand.


    "Come on," she said, pulling him towards a narrow alley next to the building.


    Lucas followed, not quite understanding what was going on. He looked around, trying to decipher the situation. "Lucy, what are you up to? Are we going to be arrested?"


    She laughed softly. "Only if you make a lot of noise. Trust me, I''ve been here several times."


    They reached a snail-shaped metal staircase that seemed to lead to the top. Lucy climbed with confident steps, like someone who knew the way well.


    "Are you sure we won''t get in trouble for being here?" Lucas asked.


    Lucy looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Trust me, Lucas. As long as no one sees us, there''s no problem. Besides, this place is worth it."


    When they reached the top, Lucas realized what Lucy wanted to show him. In front of them was a winter garden. It was a large, well-kept space, with beds of plants of various species, some exotic and others more common, but all with a delicate beauty that seemed to flourish even in Brighton''s cold climate. There were wooden benches scattered around and small lights hidden among the plants, which glowed softly as the daylight waned.


    The setting looked magical under the setting sun, and you could see the sea in the distance. The orange tones of the sky were reflected in the damp leaves of the plants, and the air was fresh from the recent rain.


    Lucas remained silent for a few moments, absorbing the stupendous landscape.


    "Wow!" he finally said, looking around. "This is incredible. I would never have thought this place existed."


    "Few people know. I discovered this garden a few years ago. Whenever I need some time to think and take my mind off swimming competitions, I come here." Lucy replied, leaning against one flowerbed and crossing her arms.


    "It''s a great place for that. You really know how to choose."


    They sat in silence for a few seconds, just enjoying the view and the light sound of the wind swaying the flowers. Suddenly, Lucy turned to him, taking a deep breath.


    "Lucas... there''s something I need to confess."


    He raised his eyebrows, surprised by the serious tone in her voice. "What is it?"


    She looked away for a moment, as if gathering her courage. "I''ve been looking forward to us having this moment. Really. I think... I feel something strange when I''m with you."


    Lucas stared at her, not knowing exactly how to react. He felt his heart beating faster, but tried to remain calm.


    "Something different, like... good or bad?"


    Lucy laughed nervously. "Good, Lucas. Very good, actually. But scary at the same time. You have this thing about being... so easy to be around. But sometimes you don''t seem to realize how much it means."


    "I''m not sure I understand..."


    Lucy ran a hand through her hair for a moment. "It''s just that I don''t really know how to explain it, but your presence magnetizes anyone who looks at you. You''re funny, kind, simple, mysterious, while intelligent, affectionate, docile, hard-working, persistent and so many qualities that I could list for twelve hours straight... Yeah, I think I''ve made it pretty clear that I like you, Lucas."


    She raised her head and looked at Lucas to see his reaction, and to Lucas she was more beautiful than ever. Her blonde hair, under the evening sun, made each strand have a golden hue, and her black eyes were shining with the innocence of a girl in love.


    ''Does she really like me?'' Lucas asked.


    Lucas had spent so much time preoccupied with soccer over the last few months that he had never stopped to notice a little better how the surrounding people looked at him.

 Chapter 175 174 - Honest

    Lucas stood still, speechless. Lucy''s confession had caught him completely off guard, not because he couldn''t understand how she felt, he wasn''t an idiot. Lucas knew there was a reason for her to stare at him during class and also to go to all his games. However, he had never thought that she would actually act to express it. His thoughts began to revolve around the complexity of the situation.He looked at Lucy, who was waiting anxiously for an answer, but his mind was far away. Although he had the body of a young man, he knew that mentally he was 30.


    It was as if there was an invisible wall between him and that moment, something he didn''t know how to cross and whether he should.


    Lucy was an incredible girl. He knew that from the start. She was funny, talented, dedicated, and had a sparkle in her eyes that seemed to light up any room she entered. He felt good around her, but this statement put everything in a different context. Now he had to deal with a moral and emotional issue that he had chosen to ignore until now.


    As he reflected, images of his past life began to appear in his mind. He remembered his life in Tokyo, the lonely nights after giving up on his soccer dream, the relationships that never worked out because he was always chasing something that never came.


    That life was marked by monotony and regret. Now he had a young girl proposing to him, but how far could he go with that? And how could he do it without hurting Lucy, who was just a girl trying to figure out her own feelings?


    "Lucy..." He looked away to the garden, as if searching the plants for an answer he didn''t have. "I can''t give you an answer right now."


    Lucy blinked, surprised by his answer, but blushed and smiled all the same. "All right, I know it was sudden, but I had to say it. I didn''t want to keep it to myself and pretend everything was normal."


    Lucas gave a slight smile. "I appreciate your sincerity. I really do. And... don''t get me wrong, but I need some time to process this. Not because I don''t like you. On the contrary. You''re one of the most incredible people I''ve ever met. But sometimes the timing is just as important as the feelings."


    Lucy lowered her head, clearly trying to contain a wave of emotion. "Do you think that was a mistake?"


    "No, never. I just... I need to make sure that what I do won''t hurt you. Because I care a lot about you, Lucy. We''re good friends. And you deserve more than any response that comes from impulse or doubt."


    She looked up at him, and although she still seemed shaken, she also seemed pleased somehow. "You always overthink things too, don''t you?"


    Lucas laughed nervously. "You too?"


    "I thought a lot before I had the courage to do that." She said, looking Lucas straight in the eye. S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    They sat in silence for a while, the cold wind caressing the garden. Finally, Lucy sighed and smiled, albeit slightly.


    "Thank you for being honest with me."


    Lucas took a deep breath, feeling relief mixed with a weight that still hung over him. He knew it wasn''t over. "Do you want to stay here a bit longer? Or do you want me to take you to the station?"


    Lucy shook her head, pointing to the horizon, where the sun was almost gone. "Let''s stay a bit longer. I like it here. And for now, I think that''s enough."


    Lucas nodded, taking a seat next to her in one of the flowerbeds. They watched the sunset, each immersed in their own thoughts, but somehow comforted by each other''s presence.


    For Lucas, that moment was further proof that his new lease of life came with challenges he had never imagined facing, but which he knew he had a responsibility to handle with care.


    -:-


    *BOOOM!*


    A deafening impact echoed across the pitch.


    The ball came off Lucas''s right foot with extraordinary force, like a cannon shot.


    Anton didn''t even have time to react. The ball crossed the goal line in the blink of an eye, hitting the net violently, shaking it as if it were made of paper.


    The whole pitch stopped for an instant.


    "What the fuck was that?!" Anton exclaimed, stunned, looking at the ball as if it were a dangerous weapon.


    Alex, who was watching from outside, put his hands to his head. "Lucas! What was that shot, man? Were you trying to kill Anton or the goal?"


    The surrounding players started laughing and commenting among themselves.


    "Bro, what were you doing? Two meters from the goal line? Why did you kick so hard?" Miguel asked.


    Two days had passed since the moment in the winter garden. Lucas had tried to stay focused on his routine, but Lucy''s confession was still on his mind. Her words, her intense gaze, the weight of that exchange of glances, everything seemed like a piece of an emotional puzzle that he didn''t know how to put together.


    Now he was back at Brighton''s training ground, immersed in his new reality. Assistant coach Eddie had scheduled a light training session for the first team and the reserves, because they had a game the next day.


    The focus was on finishing, and Lucas, as always, gave himself completely to the work. Perhaps even more willingly than usual. After that shot, Lucas scratched the back of his head, trying to look nonchalant, and with an awkward smile. E


    "Sorry about that, Anton," said Lucas as he backed away from his team.


    Assistant coach Eddie watched from afar, jotting something down on his clipboard. He was quieter than he usually was when he was a coach.


    Jimenez had decided to spare Arthur, Miguel, and Raphael for the next game, because they were usually key players in attack and were tired after so many games in a row. As a result, he could test the formation with Willian and Lucas in attack.


    The new line-up for the next game looks like this:


    Goalkeeper: Mark (Anton was also spared as a precaution).


    Defense: Aidan at left-back, Kevin, Daniel Riber and Luiz Fernando at center-back, and Loki at right-back. The full-backs would be more advanced.


    Midfield: Felix as a midfielder, Javier and Hillebrand in creative roles.


    Attack: Willian and Lucas as the attacking duo.


    So Eddie followed every detail of the interaction between Willian and Lucas in this training match, as Jimenez was busy with some routine medical examinations.


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    In the first few minutes of the tactical training session, it was clear that the pair had potential. Lucas was agile, looking for space and creating chances with quick passes. Willian, on the other hand, knew exactly how to position himself to receive balls and finish, and was also very agile.


    At one point, Lucas picked up the ball in midfield and accelerated, leaving two defenders behind with an impressive change of direction. He saw Willian running diagonally and made a millimetre pass, which Willian completed with a first touch, sending the ball into the back of the net.


    "That''s it!" shouted Willian, pointing at Lucas. "That''s how it''s done!"


    Alex nodded in approval and clapped his hands. "Good play, but do more triangulations with Hillebrand. Don''t just use direct passes. I want to see movement without the ball!"


    Lucas was starting to feel more comfortable in attack again, but he couldn''t deny that he was still adjusting after playing so many games in midfield.


    By the end of the training session, he was panting heavily. As he was collecting his things, Willian approached him and patted him on the back.


    "Hey, Lucas, let''s score at least one goal each tomorrow."


    Lucas laughed, nodding at him. The relationship between Willian and him was no longer as tense as it used to be, largely because Willian didn''t play good matches whenever he had the chance and so his ego wasn''t as big as it used to be.


    Eddie gathered the team together at the end of training and reinforced the strategy:


    "Guys, tomorrow we''re going to play with a slightly different formation. I want to see this new dynamic in action. Willian and Lucas, the attack is yours. Trust in the construction of the middle and make every opportunity count. Hillebrand, it will be a new challenge for you in midfield. Today you did as well as you could, but tomorrow you need to be more focused at the back. The idea is to find new rhythms, strategies and test limits."


    The team nodded, and Lucas felt the pressure mounting. Tomorrow would be the time to prove that he could shine in any position - and perhaps leave a mark that could further influence his future at Brighton.


    The next game was against Wolverhampton FC in Wolverhampton City, which was almost four hours away from Brighton, so they would have to leave in the morning. A part of him wanted this game to be at home, so that he could receive Lucy''s support. This feeling took him by surprise, because he had never realized that he felt this way.

 Chapter 176 175 - Unseen Duo

    At the Sir Jack Hayward Training Ground, several fans in the small stands chanted with yellow and black flags as the chants echoed through the stands, creating a spectacle of passion.Lucas took a deep breath as he positioned himself in the entrance tunnel with his teammates.


    Willian stood next to him, tapping his feet on the floor as if to rid himself of anxiety. He put his hands to his mouth and blew hot air to warm his hands.


    "Are you ready, Lucas?" asked Willian with a slightly tense smile.


    Lucas smiled back. "A bit cold, but let''s go."


    The assistant referee''s whistle blew, showing that it was time to take the field. Emerging into the stadium, the floodlights illuminated the Brighton players on the closed pitch, showing off the extremely green turf. Opposing fans loudly, almost deafeningly, booed in the enclosed field, but Lucas and the other lads weren''t fazed. After seeing the euphoric Dortmund crowd, they weren''t easily impressed by another good crowd.


    On the bench, Jimenez watched the players intently while Eddie, with his clipboard, exchanged a few quick words with Alex. Everyone knew Brighton was betting big on this formation. They were the current league leaders, but the gap to Chelsea was just one point. If they lost, they could be overtaken as early as this round.


    As the players positioned themselves for the start of the game and changed flamingoes, the voices of the commentators echoed over the radios and broadcasts around the country.


    "That''s a bold formation for Brighton today," said Henry. "Willian and Lucas leading the attack, with Hillebrand, who is a point of origin, in midfield. It''s not a formation we''re used to seeing, and that could be both a weakness and a secret weapon in Brighton''s hand."


    "Exactly, Henry." Carol agreed. "Lucas is known for his vision and control in midfield, but putting him further forward is an interesting move. He''s shown impressive growth in terms of versatility, and I heard he was a striker in his school team in Japan. The question is: will that be enough against a very physical and well-organized Wolverhampton?"


    Lucas could only hear the crowd, and none of his own heartbeat. When the referee started the match, a notification appeared in front of him.


    [The "Top Scorer" mission has been granted.]


    [Main Mission: Top Scorer


    Description: You''re playing as a striker for the first time in an official match for Brighton. This could be an opportunity to show that you can also score goals like any great striker.


    Objective: Score at least two goals in this match against Wolverhampton.


    Deadline: Until the end of the game against Wolverhampton.


    Rewards:


    +5 Mysterious Common Cards.


    +1 Mysterious Rare Card.


    +1 Lucky Box].


    Lucas blinked in surprise, and the ball rolled. It was immediately clear that Brighton attacked. Loki and Aidan pushed forward from the wings, pressuring the Wolverhampton defenders, while Felix and Hillebrand worked to maintain control in the middle.


    In the first five minutes, Lucas had already received the ball twice in dangerous positions. He could feel the defenders'' eyes on him, watching his every move. It was a physical game, but he was used to it - his experience and intense training against his own teammates had shaped not only his body but also his mentality.


    A long pass from Javier found Lucas well positioned on the edge of the penalty area. He controlled the ball with a simple touch, turning quickly to evade the advancing defender. Without hesitating, he looked at Willian, who was running diagonally, and made a low, precise pass that crossed the area like an arrow.


    Willian finished with a first touch. The ball bounced into the net.


    The stadium fell silent, but that was normal. So the shout for the goal came from the Brighton players themselves.


    "Great goal!" shouted Luiz Fernando, raising his arms.


    "What a pass, huh? That was perfect!" said Willian, still panting, but with a smile from ear to ear as they ran.


    "What a finish, huh!" Lucas said.


    "Willian scores a sensational goal, showing impressive coolness and technique. That''s a player who knows what he''s doing!" narrated Henry.


    "And what impresses me most is how calmly he read the situation. He practically hypnotized the defenders and put the ball where the goalkeeper simply couldn''t reach it. It''s Brighton''s second goal and... wait, look at the look on the Wolverhampton players'' faces! They''re completely lost!" Clara Rodriguez commented.


    When the game resumed, Wolverhampton tried to organize a quick response, but the calm and intelligence in Brighton''s midfield neutralized any attempt to attack before it developed. Hillebrand, with his vision and impressive agility, had an impressive ability to distribute passes, hold up the ball and, when necessary, cut through the midfield lines with his striker''s skills.


    Alongside Hillebrand, Javier and Felix formed an almost insurmountable wall.


    Javier was the brains of the midfield, always finding unlikely spaces for deep passes, while Felix, with his physical strength and impeccable positioning, recovered balls with ease and started attacks naturally.


    The attacking duo of Lucas and Willian also showed an unexpected chemistry. Although neither of them had Arthur''s imposing stature, their quick movements and tactical intelligence confused Wolverhampton''s defense. They constantly switched positions, dragging defenders out of their comfort zones and creating gaps in the opposition''s defensive system.


    In the 15th minute, Brighton almost added to their lead. Hillebrand intercepted a pass in the center circle and quickly found Felix, who was already watching Lucas'' movement. With a first touch, Felix launched the ball over the defensive line. Lucas ran towards the pass, beating his marker at speed and controlling the ball with his chest just inside the box.


    Instead of finishing immediately, Lucas showed patience. He looked at Willian, who was arriving at high speed at the far post, and delivered a low cross with the outside of his foot. Willian stretched, but the opposing goalkeeper deflected the ball with his fingertips, sending it out for a corner.


    Brighton''s pressure continued to be suffocating. Over the next few minutes, Hillebrand and Javier combined a sequence of quick passes in midfield that left the Wolverhampton players running in circles, unable to keep up.


    Loki and Aidan moved up the flanks, stretching the opposition''s defense and creating even more space for the attackers.


    Finally, in the 23rd minute, Brighton found another opportunity. After a one-two between Hillebrand and Javier, the ball reached Felix, who released Lucas again. This time he didn''t look for Willian. Lucas faced the defender, dribbled with a quick cut to his left, and fired a powerful shot from outside the area.


    The ball seemed to be guided, but the opposing goalkeeper flew in to make a spectacular save, sending the ball over the crossbar.


    The booing from the opposing fans tried to unsettle Brighton, but the players were undeterred.


    Lucas'' side''s dominance was clear, and with each attack it became clearer that Wolverhampton was on the ropes.


    "What absurd pressure from Brighton!" exclaimed Carol Rodriguez. "They''re playing with an intensity that doesn''t allow Wolverhampton a second to breathe."


    "And what a performance from Hillebrand in midfield," added Henry. "He''s absolutely running the game. It''s incredible to see how perfectly he''s fitted into this formation. Lucas and Willian, despite not being the main strikers in this team, are creating a nightmare for the opposition defense."


    Wolverhampton tried to push forward through the middle, but Felix, ever alert, intercepted a risky pass. He quickly played it back to Hillebrand, who made an impressive run into the center circle. Brighton had space and the opportunity for a quick counter-attack was obvious.


    Hillebrand drove the ball quickly, evading a marker with a short touch to the right before lifting his header.


    Willian was positioned on the left wing, ready to shoot. Hillebrand made a low, precise pass, putting the ball in front of Willian, who took off with force, leaving the Wolverhampton winger behind and already heading inside.


    Meanwhile, Lucas, who was further back in midfield, spotted the move and acted instantly. He shot towards the opposing penalty area, running like lightning. With each stride, he seemed to gain even more speed, as if the pitch was shrinking for him. His vision turned into a tunnel, and he used all the strength he had in his legs.


    The fans in the stands murmured, noticing Lucas'' presence in the attack.


    Willian burst into the box, face to face with the goalkeeper. He had two simple options: shoot or pass to Lucas, who suddenly appeared, positioning himself at the edge of the penalty area. S§×ar?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


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    Willian, however, didn''t take his eyes off the goalkeeper. He lifted his right foot and shot a little awkwardly, trying to get it out of the goalkeeper''s reach with a shot from the outside of the park, but the ball sailed just wide of the left post and over the end line.


    The stadium fell silent for a moment, followed by a collective sigh of frustration. Even the narrator looked incredulous.


    "What the hell was that? Willian had Lucas completely free! All he had to do was roll the ball to the side and it would have been a goal. Why did he try to do it on his own?"


    Carol didn''t hide her disappointment. "Lucas made a sensational run, opened up the perfect space and set himself up as the clearest option. Willian simply ignored that."


    "Sheshh! I don''t want to imagine what the discussion about that move will be like at half-time!"

 Chapter 177 176 - Conversation in the Team Locker Room

    Lucas stood incredulous under the crossbar, panting and staring at the ground as he took deep breaths to stop himself from exploding with rage.''Why didn''t he pass it to me...? Why?'' he asked himself.


    For the rest of the first half, the atmosphere between Lucas and Willian became tense, although neither of them showed it directly.


    Lucas tried to keep his composure, but he couldn''t ignore his growing frustration. He took a deep breath every time the ball passed Willian, forcing himself to focus on the game and not on what seemed to be selfish behavior from his attacking partner.


    A few minutes after the wasteful move, Brighton regained possession through Javier, who released Hillebrand again. The midfielder, with his keen vision, found Willian open on the left. Lucas ran towards the box, once again positioning himself as a clear passing option. He raised his arm, asking for the ball.


    But Willian cut inside, completely ignoring Lucas. He tried to get past two markers at the same time, but ended up being tackled cleanly, wasting a promising attacking chance. Lucas closed his eyes for a moment, trying not to show his irritation as he went back to recompose the attacking line.


    And it happened again and again. In the 38th minute, another similar move took place.


    Loki, who had been constantly coming up the right flank, crossed a perfect ball into the center. Lucas and Willian were in the area, but Lucas was in a better position. He was already preparing to finish when Willian, coming from behind, threw himself towards the ball, attempting a completely unnecessary acrobatic header. The ball sailed wide, and Lucas stood there in disbelief.


    "Once again, Willian makes the wrong decision," remarked Henry, the narrator of the official broadcast. "He''s simply not seeing the game collectively." Carol sighed.


    Carol sighed. "If Willian had passed on at least two of those plays, Brighton would probably have a comfortable lead right now."


    When the referee blew for half-time, the score remained 1-0 to Brighton, but the mood on the pitch was far from calm. All the Brighton players could sense it, and even the Wolverhampton players.


    Lucas walked slowly into the tunnel, his fists clenched at his sides. He knew he had to stay calm - the team came first, above any personal feelings. But deep down, he also knew that something needed to be said.


    As the Brighton players entered the dressing room, the tension between Lucas and Willian could almost be felt. Some teammates exchanged glances, aware of what was going on, but no one said anything yet to avoid throwing a match on the spilled gasoline.


    Silence dominated as the players settled on the benches, catching their breath and taking sips of water.


    Suddenly, the door to the changing room was thrown wide open. Jimenez entered with heavy steps, his expression hardened. He clapped his hands together to get everyone''s attention, his frustration clear.


    "What the hell is going on out there?" He roared, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "I see two strikers who should play as a team, but what do we have? A festival of selfishness!"


    Lucas, who was sitting with his elbows on his knees, raised his head, his eyes fixed on Jimenez. Willian, for his part, snorted softly, but said nothing.


    Jimenez walked to the center of the locker room, gesturing energetically. "Lucas, Willian, get up! Now!" He ordered, pointing to the floor in front of him.


    The two looked at each other reluctantly, but got up. The rest of the players looked away, visibly uncomfortable with the scene.


    Felix tried to say something, but Jimenez held up his hand, cutting him off before he could even start.


    "Quiet, Felix. This is between them."


    Lucas and Willian stood a few meters away from each other, both with tense expressions.


    "Do you two want to explain what''s going on?" asked Jimenez, crossing his arms. He looked first at Willian. "Are you blind, or have you simply ignored your fellow attacker today?" S§×arch* The n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Willian raised his head and looked guiltlessly at Jimenez. "I was just trying to do my job. I saw the opportunities, and I went for it."


    "Opportunities?" Jimenez let out a dry, incredulous laugh. "Because, from what I saw, you wasted at least three golden chances to simply pass the ball to Lucas, who was in a better position."


    Willian opened his mouth to defend himself, but Jimenez interrupted him, turning to Lucas.


    "What about you, Lucas? Are you going to stand there with your arms crossed or are you going to speak your mind?"


    "It''s not about ego, professor. It''s about the team. If I''d been in Willian''s position and saw him free, I''d have passed him the ball. Because what matters is the result, not who scores the goals."


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    "Enough!" shouted Jimenez, interrupting the exchange. He pointed at the two of them. "Look into each other''s eyes. Let''s go. Like men. You''re colleagues, not opponents. If you''ve got something to sort out, sort it out now, because I don''t want to see any more of this banter in the second half."


    There was a moment''s hesitation before Lucas and Willian finally did as they were told. They stared at each other, each trying to decipher the other''s emotions.


    "I just want to help the team win, Willian. And, honestly, I felt ignored out there."


    Willian looked uncomfortable for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. "Okay. Maybe I forced a few moves. It was wrong. I should have passed. I''m just trying to make the most of my one opportunity as a starter."


    "Giving assists is also good for increasing your numbers." Lucas said.


    "I know that. It was bad for me."


    Jimenez watched them both with a critical eye before taking a step back. "That''s good to hear. Now, take this conversation as a lesson. In the second half, I want to see teamwork. No more individualism. Understood?"


    "Understood." they both said at the same time.


    "All right, guys. Take a deep breath. Let''s adjust our strategy and go into the second half as the team we know we can be."


    When they returned to the pitch for the second half, Brighton looked more focused. The heated conversation in the dressing room, although tense, seemed to have had an effect.


    Lucas was adjusting his socks, glancing at Willian. Both exchanged a brief nod, a discreet gesture, but enough to signal that they were ready to turn the page.


    The narrators picked up on the change in atmosphere.


    "I hope Jimenez gave this team a good shake-up at half-time," commented Henry. "Brighton has the talent and the chances to kill the game off, but they need to play as a team."


    Carol agreed. "That''s true. And if they adjust their attitude, I think we''ll see more fluid soccer now."


    Right from the first few minutes, the change was evident. Brighton worked the ball more patiently, exploiting the sides of the pitch with Loki and Raphael. Javier and Felix took control in midfield, rotating the play and looking to open up spaces. And then came the move that would change the tone of the match.


    In the 51st minute, Javier received the ball in midfield and, with his vision, laid it off to Willian on the left wing. Lucas quickly positioned himself in the center of the area, watching his marker''s movement. Willian looked forward, threatened to advance, but then raised his head and saw Lucas free in space. With a simple, precise touch, he rolled the ball to his teammate.


    "Willian makes the pass!" exclaimed Henry. "Lucas picks up the ball! Can he find space?"


    With the ball in his grasp, Lucas activated his special ability, <Mirage Feint>. He made a subtle movement with his body, pretending to take the ball to the left. The marker, totally fooled, fell for the trick, unbalancing himself for a moment. Taking advantage of the space created, Lucas adjusted his right foot and unleashed a dry, straight shot, which flew over the turf and straight into the bottom corner of the goal.


    "BRIGHTON''S GOOOOOOOAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!" shouted Henry. "LUCAS TANAKA! What class! He outwitted his marker with a masterful feint and finished into the cheek of the goal!"


    "That''s teamwork, Henry! Willian made the right choice, and Lucas showed why he''s one of the most promising players in this league. A well-deserved goal!"


    Lucas raised his arms, running towards the opposing fans as his teammates surrounded him. He pointed to Willian, who was just behind, and the two shared a quick hug.


    "Lucas and Willian seem to have put their problems behind them and are playing for the team. A moment of redemption for both of them."


    The goal gave Brighton a new lease of life, as they continued to press Wolverhampton. The vibrant fans kept singing, and the team responded with well-coordinated attacking soccer. Willian also looked more at ease, distributing passes and taking part in team moves. Meanwhile, Lucas was thinking:


    "I''ve already scored a goal, but now I have to search tirelessly for the next one. At least two goals. That''s all I''m asking for."

 Chapter 178 177 - Duo Chemistry

    The second half brought a clear change in the dynamic between Lucas and Willian. Both were now playing more in tune with each other, constantly switching positions, which left Wolverhampton''s defenders completely bewildered. Every time one of them moved, the other would fill the space left, creating a cycle of confusion and uncertainty in the opposing defense.Lucas always seemed to be one step ahead of his markers. At one point, he dropped back to pick up the ball in midfield, drawing the central defender away from his area. The next moment, Willian would appear like an arrow, taking advantage of the space created to advance deep.


    Lucas was using his <Spatial Control> and


    skills to do this, because he was able to know his real position according to the standoff line formed by the opposing defenders and also when they were close or not.


    The Wolverhampton defenders, Paul and Richard, were visibly annoyed by the incessant movement of the two. Paul, the more experienced, tried to organize the defensive line, but even with his leadership, it was hard to keep up.


    "Get closer to him!" shouted Paul to Richard, pointing at Lucas.


    "I''m trying, but he''s too fast!" replied Richard, panting, after running to cover another advance by Willian.


    "You can''t mark them both at the same time! They''re alternating too much!"


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    Lucas took advantage of these gaps, moving with a calm that masked his explosive speed. He knew exactly when to accelerate and when to decelerate, while Willian seemed to have finally found the balance between deciding alone and playing collectively.


    In the 63rd minute, Brighton created another great opportunity. Felix dispossessed a Wolverhampton player and made a pass between the lines to Lucas, who stepped back to take the ball with his back to goal. Paul immediately advanced to press him, but Lucas, with a quick touch, laid the ball off to Willian, who was racing down the left.


    "Now it''s going to get complicated!" thought Richard as he tried to close down the space. But Willian, instead of heading the ball, gave it back to Lucas, who had already turned towards goal.


    "Damn, he won''t stop moving!" Richard growled, trying to keep up, but it was too late.


    Lucas received the ball again, feinted to his right and fired a shot into the corner. The Wolverhampton goalkeeper made a spectacular save, deflecting it for a corner.


    "Those two are toying with our defense," muttered Paul to Richard as they caught their breath.


    The defenders'' thoughts were of exhaustion and confusion:


    "That Brighton number 7... It''s impossible to predict what he''s going to do! He seems to be everywhere."


    "And 19 isn''t far behind... At first he seemed selfish, but now he''s playing like he''s got eyes in his back. I don''t know what to expect from these two anymore!"


    Then came another moment of brilliance from the duo. After another ball was won back from Felix in midfield, the move was built up quickly.


    Loki passed to Javier, who launched a deep pass to Willian on the right. The striker ran with the ball, dribbling past the opposing full-back, and crossed low to Lucas, who was well positioned on the edge of the box.


    This time, Lucas didn''t need more than a touch. He fired a first-time shot into the bottom left-hand corner of the goal. The goalkeeper stretched, but couldn''t reach it.


    "GOOOOOOOLLLLLL! LUCAS TANAKA scores again!" shouted narrator Henry.


    Paul fell to his knees, holding his head. "I told you not to let him free!"


    "How can we? They''re destroying us with these quick passes!" replied Richard, defeated.


    Lucas ran to the crowd, raising his arms in celebration. Willian arrived soon after, pointing at Lucas with a proud smile.


    The two hugged, and Lucas commented: "That''s how we play, partner."


    Willian laughed, out of breath. "And there''s still time for more."


    For the rest of the second half, the chemistry between the two kept Wolverhampton pinned back, unable to create any effective counter-attacks.


    Brighton played with confidence and absolute control, and the crowd, even though they were mostly Wolverhampton fans, couldn''t help but admire the spectacle.


    The final score was 3-0 to Brighton, with Lucas'' two goals and Willian''s early strike. However, that scoreline didn''t reflect the game itself. The difference should have been greater if it hadn''t been for small chemistry errors.


    This had Arthur, the starting center forward, biting his nails in the dressing room. And not just him. Miguel and Raphael were also worried that Jimenez might start to feel that an attacking duo with Willian and Lucas was more fruitful than the starting trio.


    Miguel and Raphael, who were standing further away, exchanged worried glances. Raphael, always more direct, commented quietly to Miguel:


    "That game on the bench to rest will definitely make me sleep badly for a while." Raphael said.


    Miguel sighed: "If we don''t show something special, Jimenez might end up betting more on them."


    Meanwhile, Eddie and Jimenez were talking outside the dressing room, analyzing the team''s performance.


    "They played well, but this formation is still new. Lucas and Willian are improvising a lot. It can work against defences that don''t adapt quickly, but against more organized teams, we could have problems."


    Eddie nodded. "You''re right. Their interplay needs to be refined. I also want to see how Arthur reacts to it. He''s our first-choice center-forward and has experience, but he''ll need to show that he can offer something beyond what we saw today."


    In the corner of the dressing room, Lucas felt the atmosphere around him, but his mind was focused on the next challenge.


    The "Top Scorer" mission had been successfully completed, and he now had new rewards to explore in the <Champions System>.


    As the team began to prepare to leave the locker room, Jimenez entered, clapping his hands to get everyone''s attention.


    "Guys, it was a great win today. I''m proud of you, but this is just the beginning. We still have a lot of work to do, and the next game will be even more challenging. Chelsea are our big opponents in this league."


    "Yes, sir!" replied the players in unison.


    As the group made their way to the bus, Lucas noticed Arthur quieter than usual. He approached, lightly tapping his teammate on the shoulder.


    "Hey, Arthur, what''s up? You look worried," asked Lucas in a friendly tone.


    Arthur forced a smile. "I''m fine, just thinking about a few things. Congratulations on the goals, Lucas. You deserve it."


    Lucas noticed the hesitation in Arthur''s words, but decided not to press him. He knew that competing for positions in soccer was natural and that, for Arthur, this situation was also an opportunity to show his strength.


    *


    When Lucas got home, he was exhausted, but the adrenaline of victory and curiosity about the new rewards kept him awake. He threw himself on the bed and opened the system panel.


    The familiar windows appeared before his eyes, and the mission completed notification glowed brightly at the top of the interface.


    [Rewards Received:


    +5 Mysterious Common Cards


    +1 Mysterious Rare Card


    +1 Lucky Box].


    Lucas clicked on the notification, and the rewards were transferred to his inventory. He smiled at the sight of the newly added items.


    "Looks like it''s card opening day again."


    He opened his inventory and selected the five common cards first. "Let''s start with the basics."


    The cards floated in front of him, glowing with the same gray radiance as the ones he had opened the other time.


    [Congratulations, you have obtained the Common Skill: Trivela Pass.]


    [You''ll see the curve the ball can make].


    Lucas gave a satisfied smile. "It''s like an upgrade for the skill <Risk Analysis>."


    [Congratulations, you''ve obtained the Common Skill: Holy Patience].


    [Holy Patience: Decreases the stress debuff].


    "Not very good, but I can think of a few uses."


    [Congratulations! You''ve obtained the Common Skill: No Hunger].


    [No Hunger: You develop a greater resistance to feeling hungry].


    "Okay, back to useless skills! I like to eat!"


    [Congratulations! You have obtained the Common Skill: Base Resistance].


    [Base Endurance: Passively improves your breath].


    Lucas shrugged. "Not the most exciting, but useful. Titan''s Resilience already covers a lot of that."


    [Congratulations! You have obtained the Common Skill: Volley Blocking.


    [Safe Block: Keep your arms steady as they are lifted upwards. They''ll be like walls.]


    "I''ll put that one on the list of cards to destroy to try and get a better one."


    With the common cards open, he moved on to the only rare card. Anticipation grew as he watched the green card float in front of him.


    [Congratulations, you have obtained the Rare Skill: Spherical Mastery.]


    [Spherical Mastery: Using any part of your body and also any ball from any sport, you''ll be able to master it easily].


    Lucas smiled, satisfied. "That''s it! This could give me a huge advantage in counter-attacks and turnovers."


    Finally, he opened the Lucky Box, eager to see what it contained. The box glowed in a rainbow of colors before revealing its contents.


    [You received:


    +5 Extra Attribute Points. sea??h th§× n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    +1 Special Training Token.


    Lucas''s eyes widened. "Special Training Token? What the hell is that?"

 Chapter 179 178 - Special Training Token

    The Special Training Token seemed like a good and rare item, because Lucas had never received one. He quickly clicked on the icon to get more information about it.[Item: Special Training Token


    Description: Allows you to access a personalized, intensive and unique training routine designed to maximize your physical and mental potential. For each session completed, you will receive +1 free attribute point.


    Sessions remaining: 25.


    Time limit: 7 days.]


    "Twenty-five attribute points for training? Sounds good, because I only get attribute points when I go up to a star level. But what do they mean by ''intensive''?" Lucas frowned, analyzing the words carefully.


    He knew that there was nothing in the system that came for free. The item would clearly require extreme effort. He closed the information window and threw himself back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His body was still tired from the trip and the game, but he was full of mental energy from the rewards and progress he had been accumulating.


    "Should I start now?" Lucas muttered to himself. He reflected for a moment, weighing up the pros and cons.


    The pros of starting now were that he was motivated and full of mental energy. The attribute points could help him adjust weak areas, and the training would be a wonderful complement to his newly gained skills.


    However, his body was tired, and starting training in a less than ideal state could hinder his performance. Training could require more time than he had available today, considering the accumulated fatigue.


    Lucas let out a deep sigh and consulted the system again. "If I''m going to have to decide this now, I need to understand exactly what I''m up against."


    He opened the panel and looked for the detailed description of the training sessions.


    [Session 1: Total Physical Endurance


    Description: A circuit of exercises designed to test and expand your endurance limits. It includes obstacle racing, high-intensity running and swimming.


    Estimated duration: 2 hours.


    Requirements: A swimming pool and adequate rest before starting.]


    Lucas let out a nervous laugh, but he knew that this was the reality of someone who wanted to excel in professional soccer.


    He glanced at the clock in the dashboard''s corner. It was already past 10pm. Even though his adrenaline was still running high, he knew that pushing his body now wouldn''t be the smartest decision.


    "Okay, Lucas. Let''s be smart about this. Tomorrow, when I have the day off because of yesterday''s game, I''ll start. I''ll give it my all and hopefully wake up in one piece the next day for training at the club." He smiled, closing the panel and turning off the lights in his room.


    The next day, after a morning of classes and a slow start to the afternoon, Lucas was finally free to start the special training. He made his way to the swimming building at the Seyek Institute with his backpack slung over one shoulder and a bottle of water in his hand. The place was modern, with vast glass windows that let the sunlight in, reflecting off the crystal-clear water of the Olympic-sized pool.


    Lucas soon noticed some girls whispering and casting curious glances in his direction. Pretending not to notice, he went into the men''s changing room, changed quickly and returned to the pool area, wearing a pair of swimming shorts.


    On the other side of the pool, Lucy was already there, wearing a simple blue swimsuit with white details and a matching cap. She was part of the institute''s swimming team and was doing some light training, so she was wet.


    When Lucy noticed Lucas, she nodded with a shy smile, but when she saw the whispers of the other girls, her expression changed to something between nervousness and irritation.


    "He''s looking at her!" one girl whispered to her friend.


    "Are they together?" another whispered, holding back giggles.


    "Look at that belly! Have you seen it? Lucas Tanaka looks like he''s straight out of a commercial."


    Lucy tried to ignore the comments, but her face was already flushed. She knew that being seen next to Lucas generated speculation, but it was getting out of hand.


    Lucas, who had heard nothing but murmurs, walked over to Lucy, scratching the back of his head. "Hi, Lucy. You really came."


    "Yes, but I didn''t know there were so many people swimming." He cast a disguised glance at the girls who were still whispering and also at the boys from the club who were in the water with angry expressions towards him.


    Lucy crossed her arms. "Don''t worry about them. It''s just that when someone famous like you turns up, it becomes an event."


    Before they could continue, a polite voice interrupted the conversation. "Lucy, aren''t you going to introduce your friend?"


    They both turned to see a middle-aged woman approaching. She had brown hair up in a bun and was wearing a black swimsuit with red details, as well as a pair of swimming goggles hanging around her neck. It was Lucy''s swimming teacher, a woman known for being disciplined but highly respected by her students.


    "Ah, teacher Hana!" Lucy exclaimed, still a little embarrassed. "This is Lucas Tanaka, a friend of mine. As I told you when he asked if he could come, he wants to train."


    "Tanaka, you''re from the soccer team, right?" Hana asked, holding out her hand to greet him. "I''ve heard a lot of good things about you. Your games have been impressive."


    Lucas shook her hand, maintaining his polite posture. "Thank you very much, teacher Hana. I''m trying to improve every day."


    "That''s great. Determination makes talented athletes. I hope you enjoy the space. The pool is available, you can be a lane. But remember to respect the timetables, the other areas and no fooling around." She looked at Lucy with a smile. "And you don''t get too distracted, understand?"


    Lucy almost choked, her face completely red. "Yes, ma''am!"


    Hana laughed lightly before turning away to supervise the other students.


    Lucas tried to hold back his laughter as he watched Lucy, who was still visibly embarrassed. "Looks like you''ve got fans too, huh?" he joked.


    "Don''t even start. Let''s get some practice in before it gets any worse."


    The two of them walked together to the edge of the pool. As Lucy dived in to start her strokes, Lucas approached the edge and looked at the system panel.


    [Special Training Token activated!]


    [Session 1: Total Physical Endurance.


    First Exercise: Swim 300 meters Crawl.


    Second Exercise: Swim 200 meters Breaststroke.


    Third Exercise: Swim 100 meters Backstroke.


    Fourth Exercise: Swim 50 meters in the Butterfly.


    Reward: 5 Attribute Points].


    The number of meters to be swum was not small, but Lucas enjoyed swimming.


    "300 meters of crawl..." Lucas muttered to himself, visualizing the course. "That means round trip and three times in the pool."


    Lucas had been a swimmer during his childhood, but over time, the practice of swimming had fallen by the wayside, although his ability had never completely disappeared. He made a fluid movement and entered the water with the lightness he was used to.


    His first stroke was quick and, with the help of his push against the wall, he attracted attention. The girls, who had been commenting on him earlier, observed how Lucas seemed in total control of his movements.


    "Wow... he''s fast!" One girl commented, impressed, while the others murmured amongst themselves, amazed at his agility.


    What was most striking, however, was the swimming technique that Lucas displayed with rare perfection. He was swimming as if he wasn''t an amateur, effortlessly.


    Lucy couldn''t help the smile that formed on her face. His speed and technique visibly surprised her.


    "He''s really good, isn''t he?" commented one girl to Lucy, who was still watching Lucas with half-closed eyes.


    Lucy blushed a little when she heard this and glanced away, but she couldn''t help feeling a mixture of admiration and pride. "He''s got skills in everything, it seems." S~ea??h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


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    Lucas completed the 300-meter crawl in fifteen minutes, with a few rests each time he reached the edge of the pool. He didn''t even seem out of breath.


    "Now, 200 meters of breaststroke..." Lucas thought, diving back into the water.


    The strokes flowed with the same efficiency as the previous exercise, and he completed the stretch without difficulty. At the end, he rose from the water with an unusual lightness, as if he had only run a short distance.


    "I... can''t believe it. He''s good at soccer and swimming? What chance have we got?" commented one boy, amazed at Lucas''s ability.


    When Lucas returned, he climbed out of the pool with a slightly red face, not from tiredness, but from the feeling of accumulated effort. The water dripped off his body as he approached Lucy, who was now in the next lane.


    "I didn''t know you were so good at swimming. I thought you were only good at soccer."


    Lucas smiled back. "Surprise, huh? I used to swim a lot when I was younger, so... it''s not that difficult. But... it certainly takes a bit more out of me than soccer. I think it''s amazing that you manage to do it every day."


    She blushed a little and, without replying, dived in to swim again.

 Chapter 180 179 - Two Months

    Lucas looked at the system panel, pleased to see the completion notification appear.[Session 1 completed!]


    [Reward: 5 Attribute Points added].


    [Next Session will be released in 1 week].


    He was wet, and his muscles were tense, but it hadn''t been that bad. Perhaps because he had been the first?


    Lucy was sitting on the edge of the pool, fiddling with her goggles. She looked at Lucas, who seemed exhausted.


    "You really don''t joke when you say you''re going to give it your all, do you?" Lucy commented with a half-smile, still impressed by his dedication.


    Lucas shrugged, laughing. "If there''s one thing I''ve learned from soccer, it''s that when you commit to something, go all the way."


    Lucy nodded in agreement, but her smile soon gave way to a more serious look. "You know you''re trying really hard, don''t you? I don''t want to sound annoying, but it''s important not to overdo it."


    "I know, Lucy." He smiled to reassure her. "That''s why I''m training with a simple plan. And if I need help, I know you''ll be here to remind me not to overdo it."


    She laughed lightly, feeling less worried.


    As the two of them collected their belongings, Lucas noticed that the girls in the club were still whispering amongst themselves, looking at him and Lucy. Although he was used to the attention because of the soccer, he felt a slight discomfort when he realized Lucy might be uncomfortable with it, after all, he was supposed to give an answer after that afternoon on the terrace and couldn''t decide what to do.


    "Hey, Lucy." He called out as they left the pool area. "Would you like some hot chocolate? It''s cold outside, and I think we deserve it after that workout."


    Lucy paused for a moment, surprised by the invitation.


    "Do you want a hot chocolate?" she asked, a little suspicious, but with a small smile.


    "Of course! The weather''s perfect for it. And besides..." He scratched the back of his head, looking a little guilty. - I guess I owe you that after all the talk about me.


    Lucy arched her eyebrows and crossed her arm. "Do you think a hot chocolate will make up because half the girls at the swimming club now think we''re dating?"


    Lucas was speechless for a moment, his face blushing slightly.


    "Well... yeah, maybe that doesn''t solve everything..." He laughed, a little awkwardly. "But at least it''s a start."


    Lucy laughed too, shaking her head. "All right, but you pay."


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    The two of them left the building together, ignoring the curious stares of those still inside. Outside, the autumn chill made them shiver, having just come out of the hot pool.


    When they entered the campus cafeteria, the warm atmosphere immediately warmed them up. They sat at a table by the window, watching the rain falling outside.


    While they waited for their drinks, Lucy looked at Lucas and smiled. "You know, I never thought you enjoyed swimming so much. You''re not doing it to try..."


    "What?! No, of course not. I mean..."


    Lucy laughed at the embarrassed way Lucas tried to express himself. He exhaled.


    "Actually, I liked it a lot when I was younger." Lucas replied, leaning his elbows on the table. "But over time, soccer took over everything. I kind of... put aside the other things I liked."


    "And now? Do you think you can balance two things, or do you only have eyes for soccer?"


    Lucas was silent for a moment, thinking about her ambiguous question. He knew the answer wasn''t as simple as "yes" or "no".


    "I honestly don''t know," he admitted, leaning his elbows on the table and interlacing his fingers. "Football has always been my focus. It''s my dream, you know? But... There are days when I wonder if I''ll be able to balance other things in life, like... friendships, hobbies, or even..." He stopped talking, his face blushing a little. "Well, you get the idea." S§×ar?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucy rested her chin on her hand and smiled softly. "I get it. I think it''s normal to feel this way. Big dreams require enormous sacrifices, right?"


    Lucas nodded slowly. "I feel that as long as I don''t achieve my goal of becoming a professional, everything will remain unknown. You can''t think about balance if the dream still seems so... distant. I don''t know if that makes sense."


    Lucy laughed softly, leaning forward a little more. "It makes sense, yes. I think the important thing is to keep moving forward, even if it''s one step at a time."


    Lucas smiled back, relieved to hear that. "Thank you, Lucy. It''s good to know that you understand."


    She raised her little finger towards him; her face serious despite the relaxed gesture. "So, let''s make a promise."


    Lucas blinked, confused. "Promise? What kind of promise?"


    "A simple one. You promise that when you turn professional, you''ll give me an answer. And I promise that I''ll keep trying so that your answer becomes what I expect."


    Lucas lifted his little finger and intertwined it with hers. "I promise."


    "Promise." replied Lucy, laughing as their fingers loosened.


    The waiter arrived with the hot chocolates, and they both settled into their chairs. They chatted for a while longer, exchanging stories and laughs while the rain continued outside. The cozy atmosphere of the coffee was a perfect contrast to the cold, damp weather outside, and Lucas felt grateful for that moment. For a moment, he allowed himself to forget his worries about the system, training, and the future. There, with Lucy, everything seemed simpler.


    When they had finished, they both got up and prepared to face the cold outside again. Lucas paid the bill, as he had promised, and the two of them walked through the campus together until they went their separate ways.


    -:-


    The weeks following the start of the special training were intense for Lucas Tanaka. Every day seemed like a struggle to balance training at the club, the academic routine and the intensive training sessions provided by the system.


    On the pitch, Lucas also reaped the rewards of his efforts. Brighton U-20, under Jimenez, continued to impress in the national and international championships. The team excelled in the group stage of the Champions Youth League and maintained their lead in the domestic league.


    Brighton''s style of play mixed with intensity and creativity, and Lucas, in the center of midfield, was the mastermind behind the most brilliant moves.


    During a thrilling match against Chelsea U20, Lucas surprised everyone by dribbling past three players in a row before finishing into the goalkeeper''s bottom right-hand corner. The move went viral on social media, earning praise from sports commentators and fans alike.


    Little by little, Lucas Tanaka''s name was mentioned in a wider circle. Scouts from professional clubs were present at almost every Brighton game, and post-match interviews always included questions about the Japanese prodigy.


    Jimenez and Eddie made a point of protecting Lucas and the other players from too much pressure, but the attention was unavoidable.


    Although Lucas was the centerpiece, Brighton''s success was a team effort. Aidan, the left-back, stood out for the way he was quick and had a great right leg, with which he took good shots; Arthur, the center-forward, scored goals in almost every game he started, establishing himself as the team''s top scorer - although Willian was always playing a few games.


    At the back, Daniel Riber and Luiz Fernando formed the solid starting duo, providing security and organization. Anton, the goalkeeper, was one hero in several matches, with spectacular saves that saved the team at crucial moments.


    The chemistry between the players, combined with the efforts of the coaching staff, made Brighton a finely tuned machine.


    With a brilliant campaign that was exceeding expectations, Brighton was recognized throughout Europe as one of the best youth teams.


    Articles in sports newspapers highlighted the "Brighton Revolution" and credited the success to a combination of individual talent and an innovative tactical system. Lucas was nicknamed "The Japanese Machinist", a title he accepted with humility because of the papers said that Brighton was doing well when Lucas was doing well.


    In addition, Lucas'' interaction with his teammates strengthened the atmosphere in the dressing room. He became close friends with Miguel and Felix and everyone noticed his leadership.


    Off the pitch, he continued to train intensely with training sessions.


    So those two months flew by and, before the boys knew it, the most important stage of the year had arrived: the Champions Youth League playoffs.


    Brighton had had a good campaign and even managed a win against Dortmund in their second group game, but this wasn''t enough for them to top the group on goal difference. As a result, Brighton came second and that meant they had to play a team that came first in one group.


    That afternoon, after training, all the team''s players gathered in front of a television in the Brighton dressing room. They were eager to know who they would face in the Round of 16 of the Champions Youth League.


    Would it be Bayern? Barcelona? Some English team they''d already played against? Liverpool and Chelsea were both alive and leading their groups, so it wouldn''t be surprising.

 Chapter 181 180 - The Champions League Draw

    The atmosphere in the Brighton dressing room was electrifying. Players, coaches, and members of the staff gathered in a tight semi-circle around the television. They had carefully positioned it so that everyone could watch the draw for the last 16 of the Champions Youth League.


    Lucas, sitting on the bench between Miguel and Felix, watched the screen with an anxious smile. He noticed the nervousness disguised as excitement in his colleagues around him.


    Arthur was playing with a bottle of water, spinning it endlessly, while Javier and Loki were quietly debating who they could face.


    "Do you think it could be Liverpool?" Loki asked, trying not to sound worried.


    "I hope not. But if it is, let''s show them who''s boss."


    Meanwhile, Daniel Riber and Luiz Fernando were analyzing the possibilities more seriously. "If a team like Bayern comes, we have to be careful of their physical strength. Those guys play hard," commented Daniel.


    "We''re good. We have technique, speed and, above all, teamwork. Whoever it is, we can beat them."


    Across the room, Eddie and Alex were just as excited. Although they maintained a professional attitude, they couldn''t hide the sparkle in their eyes. These were this team''s first playoffs.


    "If we get past this stage, there will be no limit to what these boys will do." Alex commented with a smile.


    Eddie massaged his temples. "I don''t want to imagine what the dressing room will be like after that."


    "I''d rather play an Italian team. I know they focus a lot on defense, and that would give us a lot of freedom to play our style," Javier suggested.


    Raphael agreed. "Yes, but if a Spanish team comes, it will be a challenge because our styles are similar."


    When the broadcast started, everyone was silent. UEFA displayed the pots with the qualified teams, separated into the group leaders and the runners-up. The announcer explained the rules: teams from the same country could not play with each other at this stage, and there would be no matches between teams from the same group.


    Brighton was in the runners-up pot, waiting to find out their fate.


    The cameras showed the balls with the teams'' names on them being placed in the containers, while the presenter made a speech about the quality of the qualifying clubs.


    "Bayern, Barcelona, Real Madrid, Milan, Juventus... we''re in a tournament of giants," commented Felix.


    Lucas smiled, lightly tapping Anton on the shoulder. "That''s how it has to be. If we want to be the best, we have to play against the best."


    At the start of the draw, they announced the team names. First, a small ball was drawn from the first-place pot.


    "And the first team to be drawn is... Barcelona!"


    "Wow, straight up with a giant!" commented Miguel, as everyone leaned in to see who the Catalans'' opponents would be.


    The presenter pulled out another ball, now from the runners-up pot. "And Barcelona''s opponent will be... Porto!"


    Everyone in the dressing room breathed a sigh of relief.


    "At least we escaped them," said Arthur, laughing.


    As the names were announced, the dressing room became quieter. Each draw increased the tension. "Liverpool will face Ajax," announced the announcer, followed by mixed reactions from the players.


    When only a few names remained, Brighton had still not been drawn. And at one point they had changed the order of the pots, choosing first the opponents who came second and then those who came first.


    Nerves were running high. Then, finally, it was Brighton''s turn. The announcer took a small ball from the second-placed team''s pot and announced:


    "The next team will be... Brighton!"


    Everyone held their breath as the announcer took a ball from the group leaders'' pot.


    "And Brighton''s opponents will be... Real Madrid!"


    The dressing room was completely silent. Everyone''s eyes were glued to the screen, as if they couldn''t believe what they had just heard. Real Madrid. The Spanish giant, famous for its history, its achievements and, most importantly, its senior squad that had won the last Champions League.


    "Real Madrid..." Miguel was the first to break the silence, his voice a whisper laden with incredulity.


    "We''re fucked." Felix muttered, leaning forward and covering his face with his hands.


    Arthur dropped his water bottle on the floor, his eyes wide. "Did it have to be those guys?"


    "They have players who already play in another minor league." Javier said. "Most of their under-20s also play for Real Madrid Castilla."


    The changing room was now full of murmurs and nervous laughter. Lucas then stood up, picked up Arthur''s bottle, which was rolling on the floor near the television, and threw it at Arthur. Then Lucas turned off the television, and that caught everyone''s attention.


    "So that''s it? That''s how we''re going to react? Are we going to lower our heads just because they''ve drawn Real Madrid? Because if so, you can stop here. We don''t even need to go out on the pitch." Lucas said out loud.


    Everyone looked at him, surprised by his decisive tone. Miguel opened his mouth to say something, but Lucas held up his hand, asking for silence.


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    "Listen. I know they''re giants. I know their name carries weight. They have a history, they have talent, and yes, they are favorites in this match, even though we''ve been unbeaten for over ten games. But you know what? That means nothing when we go out on the pitch."


    He paused, walking among the players. "Do you remember the game against Dortmund in the group stage? They were favorites too. And what happened? We played with everything we had and won the second leg. We nearly won the first one too."


    "But Real are another level. They have players who have already played professionally."


    "So what? They''re players like us. They have two legs, two arms and a heart beating in their chest. What''s going to decide this game isn''t the name on their uniform or their history. It''s who wants it more. Who will fight harder. Who will leave their blood, sweat and tears on that pitch."


    "Remember what we are. We are Brighton. We don''t have the weight of their history, but we have something much more important: we''re hungry. Hungry to prove that we can be among the best. Hungry to show that no one will intimidate us. And above all, a hunger to win. It was the will that founded this club and that will always be the essence we must carry."


    "I believe in every one of you. Raphael, you have a speed that can break down any defense. Miguel, you''re our number ten. Felix, you''re an advanced defender. Anton, you''re a goalkeeper who has saved the impossible. And all of you, WE, together, are a team. We are a family. Real Madrid may have incredible players on whom they paid millions of euros when those players had barely touched a ball, but they certainly don''t have what we have: unity."


    Lucas raised his fist. "When we go out on that pitch, I want every one of you to play like it''s the last game of your life. No matter what happens, we''re going to go out with our heads held high. We''re going to show the world what Brighton is made of, and we''re going to be champions!"


    "That''s it! Let''s go all out!" Luiz Fernando stood up.


    Miguel also stood up, raising his arms. "Let them get ready! Brighton are coming!"


    "You talk a good game when you want to. I''m with you." Willian said.


    Soon, the entire dressing room was on its feet, shouting and clapping. Jimenez, who arrived late and only saw the moment his opponent was announced, smiled as he looked at Lucas. S§×arch* The N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Eddie approached and put his hand on Lucas'' shoulder. "That was inspiring, Captain. Now it''s time to turn those words into action. Do ten laps of the major field before heading to the institute."


    "Yes, sir!"


    As the players left the dressing room with enthusiasm, Eddie, Alex and Jimenez stayed behind, observing the group''s contagious energy.


    Jimenez crossed his arms and leaned slightly against the wall, watching Eddie with an intrigued smile. "I have to admit, Eddie, at first I had some doubts about your decision to take the armband off Felix and give it to Lucas. I almost reversed that when I became the coach."


    Eddie raised an eyebrow and remained silent, letting Jimenez continue.


    "I mean, Felix is a solid player, experienced, and has a natural way of leading. The trade seemed... risky. I didn''t think Lucas would have the same firmness or authority. But after that..."


    Jimenez gestured towards the corridor. "I was wrong. Lucas may not be the most traditional leader, but he has something that few can convey. He inspires. And that''s exactly what these kids need."


    Eddie smiled slightly, putting his hands in his pockets. "I knew there would be resistance to change. Felix is an excellent player and is still a key part of our team, but leadership goes beyond experience or toughness. It''s about being able to make everyone around you believe in something bigger. And with Lucas, it''s as if the team has gained a new soul."


    Alex nodded in agreement. "Lucas has the soul of an old man. When I talk to him, it feels like he''s much older."


    Jimenez sighed and ran his hand through his beard. "You''re right. He turned a moment of tension into pure motivation. If he can do that here, imagine what he can do on the pitch against Real Madrid."


    Eddie patted Jimenez on the back in a friendly gesture. "So I think we''re all on the same page now. But we still have a lot of work to do to prepare for this game. Real Madrid is a huge mountain to climb, but this group has something special. They can surprise the world."

 Chapter 182 181 - Ciudad Real Madrid

    The days following the Champions Youth League draw were marked by a change in training intensity.


    The match against Real Madrid wasn''t just a knockout game, it was a definitive proof of Brighton''s level in the Champions Youth League.


    For several days after training, Eddie and Jimenez gathered the players in the institute''s video room to study the Real Madrid Under-20s. The lights were dimmed, and a video of the Spaniards'' best moments played.


    "Now, pay attention," Eddie began, crossing his arms. "They''re fast, technical, and have players already tested in professional soccer. But that doesn''t mean they''re unbeatable."


    On screen, the Real Madrid team dominated opponents with possession and an aggressive attacking style. Their midfield worked with short, quick passes, while the forwards were lethal in transition. The first name to appear was ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez, the team''s number 10.


    "¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez is the brain of the midfield. He dictates the pace of the game, has an excellent pass and shoots very well from a medium distance. If we leave him free, we won''t have any volume. Felix, you must become a demon to him."


    The next highlight was right-winger Achraf Hakimi. Even though he was young, he was already part of the Real Madrid Castilla first team.


    "Hakimi is a speed monster and loves to get forward from the wings," continued Alex. "If Loki or Aidan leave any space, he''ll exploit it mercilessly."


    In defense, the duo comprised Manu Hernando and ¨¢lex Mart¨ªn, both strong and good in the air. But the name that worried Eddie most was on the front line: Borja Mayoral.


    "That''s the biggest danger," Eddie pointed to the screen, where Borja was scoring against Atl¨¦tico de Madrid. "He''s already got professional experience, with a keen eye for goal and impeccable positioning. Our defense needs to be alert."


    Lucas watched everything in silence, recording every detail in his mind. The opponents were formidable, but the names weren''t as daunting as those of the first team.


    Knowing that Real Madrid could have more possession at various points in the game, Brighton needed to be lethal on the counter-attacks. So, in training, they started practicing that. Felix, Luiz Fernando and Daniel Riber spent hours practicing cover and anticipation of a simulated attack that mimicked Borja Mayoral''s movements, and also to set up the play and make good passes.


    In midfield, Lucas and Javier were instructed to press ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez, but Felix was supposed to be the one who would always disturb him.


    "If he can''t set up the play, Real Madrid loses half the danger," Jimenez said repeatedly.


    Meanwhile, Miguel, Raphael and Arthur worked transition moves with quick passes and constant movement. Brighton would not win this game by defending alone, so it was crucial to create chances.


    Anton, the goalkeeper, was given special training to deal with long-range shots, as ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez and Borja Mayoral loved to take their chances from outside the box.


    The mood in the team had changed. The fear of the initial draw had disappeared. Now there was just one thought: we''re ready to fight.


    Eddie and Jimenez had turned Brighton''s training center into a tactical laboratory. On the walls of the dressing room, diagrams of the Real Madrid Under-20s covered every inch: 4-3-3 formations, statistics on shots per game, even the movement patterns of the rival goalkeeper.


    The night before the game, Lucas was walking down the corridor of the hotel where they were staying in Madrid. His mind was so agitated that he couldn''t think about sleeping.


    Lucas was pacing back and forth, thinking about something. The clock was just past midnight, and he knew he needed to rest, but his mind was restless.


    He stopped in front of the window at the end of the corridor, looking out at the city of Madrid lit up below. The Santiago Bernab¨¦u was not far away, but the match would take place at Ciudad Real Madrid.


    "Looking forward to it?"


    Lucas turned and saw Javier approaching, wearing a sweatshirt with the Brighton symbol on the chest. The midfielder stopped next to him, crossing his arms as he stared at the view.


    "Maybe a bit. Can you sleep before games like this?"


    "Not a bit..." Javier laughed. "I''m in my country, playing against the club I supported as a child and always dreamed of playing for. It''s a mixed feeling."


    Lucas nodded. "Real Madrid is strong, but so are we."


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    "And you know what? They''re nervous too. Maybe they don''t show it, but they know that tomorrow they''ll be facing a team that won''t give up easily."


    Lucas looked at Javier and smiled. "Then let''s go all out on them."


    The two of them were silent for a few moments, just looking out over the bustling city.


    "Well, I''m going to get some sleep," Javier finally said, patting Lucas on the shoulder before walking away. "You should try too. Tomorrow, we have the biggest game of our lives so far."


    Lucas stood there for a few more minutes before finally going back to his room. He lay on his bed and closed his eyes, trying to calm his mind.


    In fact, the next day would be the most important of his journey so far. And he felt he was ready for a challenge of this magnitude.


    On the morning of the big game, the atmosphere in the hotel was full of anticipation. There was none of the usual banter or excited chatter. Just the sound of cutlery clattering against plates and the occasional whisper.


    Lucas was slowly chewing his breakfast. He looked around and saw his companions were equally focused.


    Jimenez entered the hall and caught everyone''s attention with a light clap of his hands.


    "Finishing our meal, final tactical meeting in the conference room. I want everyone there in fifteen minutes."


    Lucas quickly finished his coffee and headed for the room showed. When everyone had gathered, Eddie and Jimenez positioned themselves at the front, with a whiteboard next to them.


    "Gentlemen, we''ve come this far because we''ve worked hard. This game is the biggest chance many of you will ever have to show the world what you''re made of. Real Madrid may be a powerhouse, but let''s remember something essential: they''re human like us and they''re not professional players yet. And that''s what we''re going to focus on," said Eddie.


    Jimenez took the floor, pointing to a tactical scheme on the board.


    "Real Madrid will try to dictate the tempo from the start. But we''ve already studied that. We know how to disrupt their transition and stop them taking over."


    In the blink of an eye, after getting on the bus, they were in a changing room at Ciudad Real Madrid. The Brighton players were making their final preparations. The sounds of cleats clacking against the floor, the rustle of tapes being adjusted, the last words of encouragement being exchanged.


    Lucas tied the laces of his boots and closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. He stood up and looked at his teammates. S~ea??h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Whatever happens out there, we''re a team. We''re going to fight until the last second, because we know what we''re capable of. Real Madrid may have a big name, but on the pitch, it''s eleven against eleven."


    Anton patted his chest and smiled. "We''re going to make history. We''re going to take that home advantage with us."


    Raphael raised his fist. "They''ll remember Brighton."


    Eddie walked into the dressing room and looked at the players. "It''s time. Let''s go."


    The pitch at Ciudad Real Madrid was immaculate. The stands weren''t packed, but there were a considerable number of spectators, journalists and club scouts there to watch the match.


    Lucas stepped onto the pitch and looked around. The Real Madrid team was already there, warming up, passing the ball around with impressive fluidity. ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez was clearly good at passing, while Achraf Hakimi was making short sprints down the side of the pitch, testing his speed.


    Borja Mayoral stood near the penalty area, watching his teammates intently, like a predator on the prowl. He didn''t need to attract attention; his presence was enough to show the danger he posed.


    Goalkeeper Moha Ramos was shouting instructions to his defenders, Manu Hernando and ¨¢lex Mart¨ªn, who were doing defensive movement drills.


    Lucas looked away from his teammates. Brighton was not to be outdone.


    Eddie and Jimenez were standing on the sideline, exchanging low remarks as they looked out over the pitch. The head coach then approached the assembled group and clapped his hands to get their attention.


    "It''s almost time. You know what to do. Keep a cool head and trust in what we''ve trained."


    The referee called the captains to the pitch. Lucas looked at his teammates, who nodded, and he went over to the referee. Hakimi did the same, then the referee started speaking the normal procedures in English.


    The two exchanged a quick handshake before the referee tossed the coin. Real Madrid won the toss and chose to start with the ball. Meanwhile, Lucas chose for them to start on the left side of the pitch.

 Chapter 183 182 - Real Madrid U20

    The cameras were positioned at different angles on the impeccable main pitch at Ciudad Real Madrid.


    The commentators of the official broadcast began their introduction to the game:


    "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a duel that promises to be historic! On one side, the mighty Real Madrid Under-20s, a team full of talent and heirs to the great Merengue school. On the other, Brighton, a surprising team that has shown quality and enviable determination."


    "Exactly, Paul! Real Madrid plays technical soccer, based on possession and constant movement. Led through the middle by ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez, a creative player with a keen eye for goal, and with Achraf Hakimi on the wing, a natural speedster who loves to support the attack, this team is dangerous in any area of the pitch. Not to mention Borja Mayoral, a lethal center-forward in the box. Brighton has shown impressive growth in England''s domestic league and here in the Champions League too, with a style of play that values passing and tactical intelligence. Lucas Tanaka''s leadership in midfield will be crucial in balancing the match."


    The images showed the players positioning themselves, the final greetings between the teams and the referee checking the details before the whistle blew.


    Oscar and Lucas Tanaka stared at each other for a moment. Real Madrid won the toss and had the ball to kick off.


    "Everything is ready! The anticipation is huge, the players are ready, and the referee allows the start of the game!" announced the narrator as Hakimi rolled the ball to ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez.


    Immediately, Real Madrid began their style of play, exchanging quick passes between defenders Manu Hernando and ¨¢lex Mart¨ªn before the ball went out to the right wing and then back into midfield. The two teams were already mixing it up on the pitch.


    ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez received the ball in midfield, raised his head and quickly found Mart¨ªn Calder¨®n, who spun around Felix''s marking and set up Achraf Hakimi in the right wing. S~ea??h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The Moroccan Hakimi''s speed was a familiar weapon, and he advanced to try to gain ground on Aidan.


    Lucas Tanaka, aware of the movement, shouted to his teammates,


    "Close the gaps! Don''t make any passes!"


    Brighton was undeterred. The defensive line, led by Luiz Fernando and Daniel Riber, stood firm, blocking the lines of passing.


    Hakimi tried a low pass to Mayoral inside the box, but Luiz deflected the ball wide with a precise drink.


    Real Madrid started again with a quick throw-in. Sergio Reguil¨®n received the ball and exchanged passes with ¨®scar, trying to lure Brighton into pressing.


    Lucas sensed his opponents'' intentions and signaled for his teammates to hold on, avoiding giving them space to infiltrate. It was a clever move, as it forced the Spaniards to move the ball around without progressing up the pitch.


    The match showed signs of being intense from the start. However, the first proper opportunity came in the sixth minute, when Real Madrid played a quick passing attacking move.


    ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez, with his characteristic keen vision, played a vertical pass to Borja Mayoral, who was breaking in. The Real Madrid striker received the ball with his back to the defense, but soon realized the pressure from Luiz Fernando and Daniel Riber, who gave him no room to play easily.


    "I''m surrounded!" Mayoral shouted, pivoting and returning the ball to Oscar.


    Oscar got hold of the ball and saw the chance to set up Hakimi on the wing, who was already surging forward. The pass was precise and Hakimi, with his impressive speed, shot down the right side of the pitch, passing Aidan with unusual agility.


    However, it was Luiz Fernando, once again, who appeared to block the advance.


    "This is our place!" Luiz Fernando shouted, intercepting Hakimi''s attempted cross with a neat dink.


    The referee quickly signaled that Hakimi''s pass deflected onto the end line, and the referee awarded Real Madrid a corner kick.


    The Spanish side''s pressure was bothering the Brighton defense, but the back line was well positioned and didn''t give away any calm spaces.


    Reguil¨®n, who played a short ball, took the corner to ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez. The midfielder played the ball gently back to Reguil¨®n, who crossed into the area. The ball traveled high, but was well marked with the eyes of Daniel Riber and Luiz Fernando.


    Borja Mayoral, however, got ahead of everyone and attempted a header deflection when he jumped high. The ball, however, was well saved by Anton, who stretched out with an impressive save.


    "Good save, Anton!" shouted Javier from midfield as he watched closely.


    Real Madrid were showing their strength, but Brighton''s defense, led by Luiz Fernando and Daniel, was behaving in exemplary fashion.


    "Stay alert! We can''t let them create so many chances!" Lucas shouted to Felix and Javier, who were further forward, supporting the defense.


    Brighton was undeterred. The team was structured and unwilling to give Real Madrid space to attack. In the ninth minute, Brighton''s first move finally came.


    Lucas Tanaka played a quick pass to Javier in midfield. Javier got the ball under his feet and calmly played a quick pass to Felix, who was free on the left. Felix, a midfielder of technical ability, quickly made the pass to Raphael, Brighton''s left winger, who had moved a little into the middle.


    Raphael pulled out and started running. When he saw the opposing right-back approaching to mark him, he raised his head and saw Miguel, the winger, making a diagonal run into the box. Without thinking twice, Raphael made a long pass to Miguel, who was already between the Real Madrid defense.


    Miguel took the ball on his chest and played it forward. An opposing defender appeared as he was setting up a shot, but he used the leg with which he was going to shoot to dribble and dab the ball to play it a little further forward.


    Miguel''s dribble was perfect, but the Real Madrid defense wasn''t willing to make it easy. He prepared to shoot and defender ¨¢lex Mart¨ªn unexpectedly appeared to disarm him with a shot that sent the ball wide.


    "Well done, ¨¢lex!" cried ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez, relieved.


    Real Madrid''s two starting defenders, ¨¢lex Mart¨ªn and Manu Hernando, were looking assured. The pressure on Brighton''s attack wasn''t even enough to make them break a sweat.


    ¨¢lex was a powerful defender with an impressive reading of the game, who dominated the defensive sector. Manu, on the other hand, had excellent anticipation and knew how to deal with dangerous situations calmly. Other big clubs had already scouted both and were in the process of maturing, but their talent was undeniable.


    The ball kicked with force surprisingly didn''t go out. A Real Madrid player picked it up before it went out of play, and the ball was returned to ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez, who quickly distributed it to Reguil¨®n on the left wing.


    Reguil¨®n was the player who controlled the game on the wing, and when he saw Brighton was still coming back, he quickly set Hakimi up on the right.


    Hakimi, with his physical explosiveness, once again launched himself towards the back line, looking to destabilize Aidan''s marking.


    "Don''t let him through, Aidan! Close it down!" Felix shouted.


    Hakimi looked like an indomitable bull, but Aidan was a fast player, too.


    When Hakimi tried to dribble past him, Aidan was assertive in his marking and disarmed the full-back with an underhand cut.


    The game was unfolding in an interesting dynamic. While Real Madrid tried to dominate possession and create attacking moves, Brighton defended rigorously and waited patiently for their chances.


    "Felix, get in a better position! We need more presence in the middle!" Lucas shouted, watching as Real Madrid tried to guess his moves.


    Felix, who was further up the pitch, quickly repositioned himself. He was the midfielder who supported Lucas, but he also knew when to get forward to help the attack.


    When the ball arrived at Felix''s feet, he immediately made a quick pass to Javier, who was further forward. Javier played the ball with precision to Raphael, who, as always, was moving intelligently, looking for space. With the ball at his feet, Raphael sprinted towards the goal, trying to pull back his marker to open up a gap.


    After another unsuccessful attack, it didn''t take long for Real Madrid to win the ball back after Raphael misplaced a pass.


    Oscar Rodriguez picked up the ball and played a quick pass to Borja Mayoral, who had come a little closer to make Brighton''s offside line go up as well.


    However, Mayoral had barely touched the ball when the blockade of Brighton defenders appeared in front of him once again and took the ball away from his feet.


    Brighton''s tactic was clear against Mayoral: simply don''t let him play.


    "Impressive! Brighton''s defense has come a long way recently!" said narrator Paul, the commentator, amazed at Brighton''s defense. "Before, the inconsistency of Brighton''s defense was their major problem. Now, it can be their biggest strength against opponents who are as well-organized and talented in midfield as Brighton!"

 Chapter 184 183 - Hakimi

    Luckily, Jimenez had foreseen that Brighton, despite having a possession style of play, might have moments during the game against Real Madrid where they couldn''t have that style of play, so he prepared his players to be more reactive and adapt to that game, being able to defend.


    That Brighton trained this new style of play only to play against Real Madrid was one reason Daniel and Luiz Fernando were performing so much better than normal. This system of play favored them.


    The English team''s attitude surprised even the commentators. Although the Spaniards kept more of the ball, it was Brighton who showed greater tactical discipline and adaptability. S§×arch* The N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    However, Hakimi, the Real Madrid right-back, was one of the most active players on the pitch. Whenever he received the ball from ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez, he sped into the opposition half with an impressive burst of pace. Aidan had contained his attacks so far, but Hakimi was far from giving up.


    In the 21st minute, Hakimi received the ball once again near midfield. Instead of immediately going on the attack, he calmly controlled the ball, raised his head, and analyzed the mood of the players on the pitch. Lucas, watching from afar, realized that Hakimi had an incredible ability to read the game. His positioning and the way he calculated his attacks weren''t impulsive - they were extremely calm and thoughtful.


    Suddenly, Hakimi took a dry touch on the right and took off at an absurd speed. Aidan tried to keep up, but was taken by surprise by the sudden start.


    Hakimi passed like lightning, leaving Aidan behind. He followed up with the ball at his feet, evaded Felix, who came to cover and, before Luiz Fernando could cut him off, delivered a dangerous low cross to Borja Mayoral inside the area.


    Mayoral leapt and headed the ball in, forcing Anton to make a miraculous save!


    The Brighton goalkeeper reacted reflexively and saved the ball for a corner.


    The Real Madrid fans lamented the missed chance, while the Brighton players breathed a sigh of relief.


    Lucas frowned. That move by Hakimi was something special. His acceleration time, his change of pace and his precision in crossing were impressive. And more than that, he could see a pattern - all the most dangerous moves came from Hakimi''s feet, even if ¨®scar was the brains of the team. Your journey continues at My Virtual Library Empire


    Without a doubt, Lucas also knew about Hakimi''s future. Growing up in the Real Madrid youth system, Hakimi couldn''t find a place and left Real Madrid for PSG after he became a player. As a result, he became teammates with talented players such as Neymar, Cavani and Mbappe. And he was also one of the main, if not the main, player in the Morocco national team, a team that was on the rise after a great 2022 World Cup.


    Hakimi was one of those rare talents to find, and Lucas didn''t want to let an opportunity like this pass him by.


    "If I can copy his start..." Lucas thought with a smile at the corner of his mouth and a hand on his chin.


    In the 26th minute, Real Madrid had another chance. ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez won the ball back in midfield and quickly set up Hakimi on the right once again. This time, the Real Madrid full-back didn''t wait and went straight for Aidan, who tried to get into a better position. However, Hakimi, in a sudden gesture, stepped on the ball, pretending to cut inside and, at the last second, took off for the end line, leaving Aidan on the ground.


    Lucas saw it in slow motion. Every movement, every micro-change in Hakimi''s body, the way he unbalanced the defenders with his skill... And then a familiar sound rang out in his mind.


    [Skill <Copying Genius> activated!]


    [Copy Condition: Irritate Hakimi to the point of making him lose his temper..]


    He widened his eyes. "Really? I have to annoy you to copy this skill? Well, it''s not the first time this skill has asked me to... But why always with players who seem so nice?"


    Lucas looked at Hakimi, who was dominating the right side of the pitch. If he wanted to learn that technique, he would have to provoke the Moroccan somehow.


    Hakimi crossed another ball into the box, but the Brighton defense cleared it away. Lucas saw it as an opportunity.


    "Is that all you''ve got? You run well, but your crosses are too easy for us!" Lucas teased.


    Hakimi glanced at Lucas, clearly surprised by the provocation. "We''ll see next time," he replied coldly in heavily accented English.


    The game continued.


    Lucas knew he needed to be more incisive. Every time Hakimi picked up the ball, he moved closer, pretending to go for the tackle, only to thwart his advances with subtle tackles or quick interceptions. He knew that to annoy him; he had to be a thorn in his side.


    In the 33rd minute, Hakimi received a pass from ¨®scar and set off on another run.


    Lucas, instead of retreating, advanced straight at him, blocking his route and forcing him to change direction.


    Hakimi tried to cut inside, but Lucas put his body in front and stole the ball cleanly.


    "I got that one, Hakimi. What a shame, eh?" Lucas teased.


    Hakimi mumbled something and hit the ground with his right heel, clearly beginning to lose patience.


    Lucas smiled. He was almost there.


    In the 39th minute, Real Madrid was awarded a free-kick in the attacking half. Hakimi received the ball and tried to speed up and down the line, but Lucas once again got ahead of him and blocked him. This time, as well as stealing the ball, Lucas also gave Hakimi a light touch on the head as he passed him.


    "Looks like it''s not your day," Lucas said with a smile.


    Hakimi snorted and pushed Lucas lightly on the shoulder. "You''re too arrogant for someone who plays for such a small team." He said and continued walking, as if the touch had been accidental.


    [Condition completed! Skill <Explosive Acceleration> copied!]


    Lucas let out a breath of air through his nose, but inside he felt guilty for having been so annoying to Hakimi.

 Chapter 185 184 - DANGER

    The game was still in progress and Real Madrid wanted the goal more than anything. The Round of 16 involved two games, one at home and the other at Brighton. Coming out on top was more than a must for Real Madrid.


    In the 42nd minute, Hakimi received a pass from Sergio L¨®pez and tried to escape once again. This time, Felix came to cover and put pressure on him before he could take off. Hakimi had to play it to ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez, who twisted his body and tried a vertical pass to the team''s imposing center forward.


    But Daniel Riber was alert. He read the pass perfectly and cut the ball back to Javier, who quickly turned and played Lucas through the middle.


    Lucas took hold of the ball and thought:


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    As soon as Sergio L¨®pez advanced to press him, Lucas gave the ball a short touch and activated his new skill. Suddenly, the world around him seemed to slow down and his vision became clearer. His body reacted automatically, and he exploded forward with a speed he had never experienced before.


    Brighton''s seat jumped upright.


    "What the hell was that?" Alex exclaimed, his eyes widening.


    Willian couldn''t hide his surprise. "Lucas has never run like that before."


    On the pitch, the Real Madrid players were equally shocked. Hakimi turned his head in disbelief as Lucas shot through midfield like a rocket.


    ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez ran out to round him, but Lucas deflected it with a dry dribble and carried on. He felt the wind cutting against his face as he passed Miguel Baeza, who was desperately trying to catch up with his pace. The combination of his vision, Space Control and now Explosive Acceleration made him a monster on the pitch.


    He spotted Arthur up ahead and made a low, precise pass to the center forward. Arthur, who until then had been well marked by Manu Hernando and Adri¨¢n de la Fuente, got a light touch to Raphael on the left.


    Raphael, with his characteristic speed, advanced along the edge, but before he could cut inside to shoot, L¨®pez brought him down. The referee whistled a foul on Brighton near the edge of the box.


    The Real Madrid players surrounded the referee, protesting against the booking.


    Hakimi shook his head, still unhappy with everything that was happening.


    As the players positioned themselves in the area, Lucas felt a gaze on him. Turning around, he saw Hakimi watching him with a look of frustration and respect.


    "So that''s it? You were holding back the whole time?" Hakimi asked.


    Lucas smiled. "Let''s just say I learned a few things from watching you."


    Hakimi clucked his tongue and walked away.


    The game resumed with a free-kick. Javier hit it hard and high, forcing goalkeeper Mohamed Ramos to make a difficult save. The ball went out for a corner and Brighton gained confidence.


    With the end of the first half approaching, tempers were increasingly flaring. Hakimi, annoyed at having been outpaced, played harder, getting into physical disputes with Lucas and Aidan. In a move in the 44th minute, Hakimi tried to take off again, but Lucas, already adapted to his new skill, followed his movement and managed a clean tackle, calmly making his way out.


    The commentators were in shock at Brighton''s performance. "Lucas Tanaka is dominating the midfield with impressive ease now at the end of the first half! And his fresh burst of speed has taken Real Madrid by surprise."


    "It took me by surprise too!"


    The referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half, and the players walked to the dressing room. In the tunnel, Hakimi approached Lucas again.


    "I don''t know how you did it, but you surprised me. It''s rare that someone can keep up with me in a race."


    Lucas smiled. "Believe me, I surprised myself."


    Hakimi laughed lightly. "But the second half will be different. I''m just getting started."


    Lucas nodded. "I can''t wait."


    Half-time passed quickly, and soon the players were back on the pitch.


    Real Madrid returned with a more aggressive stance, trying to suffocate Brighton with high pressure. ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez dictated the pace of the game, distributing quick passes and putting Hakimi and Borja Mayoral in good attacking positions.


    In the 51st minute, Hakimi finally found space and delivered a perfect cross for Mayoral, who headed the ball into the net.


    Anton saved the ball on reflex. The rebound fell to C¨¦sar Gelabert, who shot low, but Luiz Fernando blocked the shot with a spectacular push.


    Real Madrid stepped up their attacks, and Brighton defended tooth and nail. Aidan and Loki worked tirelessly to contain the advances down the flanks, while Felix and Javier did their best to hold off ¨®scar.


    But in the 63rd minute, Lucas'' golden moment came.


    After an error by Manu Hernando, the ball fell to Lucas, who didn''t think twice. He activated his Explosive Acceleration and shot through midfield like a bolt of lightning, leaving Sergio L¨®pez and Adri¨¢n de la Fuente behind.


    The crowd held its breath.


    Hakimi sensed the danger and ran to try to keep up. For the first time in the game, the two were side by side, competing in a direct race.


    Hakimi was fast, but Lucas now had the same acceleration and the bonus of having better attributes. With a quick dribble caused by <Mirage Feint>, he changed the direction of the race, leaving Hakimi behind for a crucial second. With a precise pass, he found Arthur on the edge of the box.


    Arthur turned and shot with dominant force. The ball flew past the goalkeeper and into the net.


    BRIGHTON GOOOOOAAAAL!


    The stadium erupted in celebration. Brighton had taken the lead against the mighty Real Madrid!


    Lucas raised his arms and was embraced by his teammates. He knew there was still a long way to go, but that moment proved something important: he was at the level of future professionals.


    Hakimi, catching his breath, looked at Lucas and shook his head with a half-smile. "I guess I underestimated him. But this game isn''t over yet."


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 Chapter 186 185 - Thoughtless Play

    Real Madrid was quick to react after conceding Brighton''s goal.


    The Whites, wounded in their pride, increased their pressure in midfield, trying to regain control of the possession game.


    ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez and C¨¦sar Gelabert, who came on to help turn the game around, intensified their movements in midfield, trying to distribute the ball quickly to the wingers.


    In the 67th minute, Real Madrid put together a promising move. Antonio Blanco received the ball in the middle and, with a sweet pass, found Gelabert on the edge of the box.


    The midfielder dominated and unleashed a right-footed shot.


    Anton was alert and parried it away, but the ball fell to Borja Mayoral, who finished with a first-time shot. To Brighton''s relief, Luiz Fernando appeared again, blocking the shot at the last moment.


    Brighton''s defense remained solid, because of the tactical and physical improvements made over the last two months, but Real Madrid wanted an equalizer at all costs. S§×ar?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas, sensing that his opponents were dominating possession, called for more calm and organization. He didn''t need to kick the ball away from the defense every time they had it just because Real Madrid was pressing, because if Brighton wanted to keep the lead, they needed to breathe and keep the game under control.


    In the 71st minute, Brighton regained possession after a mistake by Blanco. Javier, alert, intercepted the ball and played it quickly to Felix, who found Lucas in the middle.


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    Brighton''s No10 dominated and raised his head. Hakimi was already closing in to press him, but Lucas knew exactly what to do.


    ''Time to return the favor,'' he thought.


    Activating his Explosive Acceleration, Lucas shot forward. Hakimi tried to keep up, but Lucas had already gained two meters of advantage and had a breath that seemed inexhaustible. With a dry dribble, he passed Gelabert, who stretched out his leg to intercept him, but missed.


    However, when he least expected it, Lucas felt a defender was coming at him. Adri¨¢n de la Fuente, a strong and experienced defender from Real Madrid''s youth academy, wouldn''t try to disarm him with precision. The furious look on his face clarified he was only coming to bring Lucas down and stop his advance at any cost, in order to avoid a repeat of the move that led to the goal.


    Lucas realized the danger and, in an instant, activated his <Titanic Weight> ability. A sudden impact ran through his body and his weight tripled.


    De la Fuente, when he came to knock his shoulder against Lucas'' shoulder, felt the resistance that he hadn''t expected. Instead of knocking Lucas down, it was he who felt the impact and almost stumbled backward in disbelief.


    ''What? How is this guy so heavy?'' De la Fuente opened his eyes wide, completely stunned.


    Lucas felt the effect of the skill, his body heavy and slow. There was no way he could run when he was so heavy and there was a cooldown to deactivate. De la Fuente was close enough to realize this in a few moments and easily took the ball off Lucas'' slow feet.


    Then Lucas pulled the ball back with a subtle touch, suddenly stopping his run. The Real Madrid defender braked to get back and mark Lucas, but Lucas had already looked ahead.


    There was no one well positioned in the area to finish immediately. Arthur was still running to get into position, but Lucas saw an opportunity.


    Goalkeeper Mohamed Ramos was slightly ahead of him.


    With an ambitious and unscrupulous soul, Lucas took a chance. With one touch, he lifted the ball and unleashed a long-range shot aimed at the top corner of the goal.


    Once again, a Lucas'' move had the whole stadium holding its breath.


    The ball traveled in an almost perfect arc, forcing Mohamed Ramos to desperately jump backward. With that leap, the Merengue goalkeeper could reach out with his fingertips and deflect the ball out over the goal, saving Real Madrid from conceding a stunning goal.


    The Brighton bench put their hands on their heads in disbelief at Lucas'' move.


    "HOW DID HE GET THAT BALL!!!?" exclaimed Kevin.


    "What a vision of the game from the boy, Tanaka!" The commentator exclaimed. "He almost surprised Mohamed Ramos with a daring shot from midfield!"


    Lucas smiled, catching his breath. "I think I was selfish. Playing it to Raphael on the left would have ensured the play continued."


    The corner was taken, but the Real Madrid defense cleared the danger. The game continued to be frenetic, with Brighton trying to keep possession and cool down the Merengues'' pressure.


    In the 79th minute, a controversial move inflamed the match even more. Javier clashed with Blanco in midfield, and the Real Madrid midfielder fell to the turf demanding a foul.


    The referee allowed play to continue, and Lucas took advantage of the space to avoid repeating the same mistake as before and released Raphael on the left.


    The left winger advanced, but before he could break into the area, he was stopped by a trolley from Sergio L¨®pez.


    The referee blew for a foul, but the Real Madrid players were furious, claiming that Blanco should have been fouled earlier.


    Blanco quickly got up and went over to the referee. Other Real Madrid players surrounded the referee, protesting vehemently. On the other side, the Brighton players also approached, defending the decision.


    The tension between the teams increased considerably towards the end of the match, and the referee had to hand out yellow cards to both sides to calm tempers. As a result, they lost Javier and Luiz Fernando for the next game.


    Brighton took the free-kick when things had calmed down and tried a cross for a goal, but Real Madrid was on their guard.


    The last few minutes were pure tension. Real Madrid went on the attack, while Brighton held on as best they could and counter-attacked. At 90+3, on the last play of the game, C¨¦sar Gelabert received a cross on the area and headed it in. The ball got past Anton and was heading for the goal, but Daniel Riber, with spectacular reflexes, cleared it off the line and shoot wide.


    The referee looked at his watch and blew the whistle. Partial victory for Brighton!


    Brighton held on for a 1-0 win against the mighty Real Madrid and was one home game away from disqualifying one of the big favorites.


    Hakimi approached Lucas and tapped Lucas lightly on the shoulder with his own shoulder. "You''ve won this time... But there''s still the second game."


    "I''ll make a point of welcoming you to our home."

 Chapter 187 186 - Bayern Munich Sign Young Japanese

    Brighton''s 1-0 partial victory over Real Madrid quickly had repercussions throughout the soccer world.


    Social networks were flooded with comments about the English team''s performance.


    On Twitter, the hashtag #BrightonVsRealMadridU20 quickly became one of the most talked about topics of the night within the soccer bubble.


    Influential soccer profiles, sports journalists and fans were ecstatic about Brighton''s achievement.


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    "Incredible! Brighton beat Real Madrid 1-0 and take the lead into the second leg. Lucas Tanaka and Co made history today. #BrightonVsRealMadrid."


    @brfootball:


    "Huge win for Brighton against Real Madrid in the Champions Youth League! #UCL."


    @SkySports:


    "Lucas Tanaka: a future star of European soccer? Another incredible performance from the young midfielder! Brighton 1-0 Real Madrid! #ChampionsLeague."


    Big names in soccer have also spoken out. Former player and commentator Gary Lineker praised Brighton''s attitude:


    @GaryLineker:


    "Football never ceases to amaze us. What a game from Brighton! Disciplined, organized and, above all, patient from Brighton! (Watchful eyes)"


    On Instagram, videos of Lucas'' performance went viral. His daring shot from midfield, his runs against Hakimi, and his physical tussle with De la Fuente were widely shared.


    The official Champions League profile (@championsleague) posted a story of the goal:


    "Brighton take the lead into the second leg!"


    Even Real Madrid players spoke out after the match. Hakimi posted on his Instagram:


    "A splendid game today. That''s soccer. Sometimes you lose, but there''s always a way back. See you in Brighton! #HalaMadrid!"


    The Spanish newspapers treated the defeat of a small English team as a shock, while the English media praised Brighton''s achievement.


    Marca (Spain): "Painful defeat for Real Madrid! Brighton holds off the Merengues and opens up a lead. Tough job in the return leg."


    AS (Spain): "Real Madrid needs a turnaround. Brighton surprise with a goal from Englishman Arthur and defend with everything."


    The Guardian (England): "The underdog of the Champions League? Brighton holds off Real Madrid''s pressure and takes home advantage. Lucas Tanaka shines!"


    BBC Sport (England): "Brighton take an important step towards qualification."


    The following day, on a TV sports program, "El Chiringuito", the defeat was the subject of a quick debate:


    "How did Real Madrid lose to a team that has never won the Champions League in any category?" asked one commentator.


    On Sky Sports, Jamie Carragher and Gary Neville highlighted Brighton''s disciplined tactics and Lucas'' intelligence on the pitch:


    "He has an impressive game IQ for someone so young. This boy has a future!" said Carragher.


    With so much attention and eyes focused on Brighton, coach Jimenez gathered the players in the dressing room and, despite the joy, asked for total concentration for the second game.


    "We did a great job today, but don''t be fooled. They''ll be coming for us next week!"


    Brighton''s training sessions over the next few days were intensified. Eddie and Jimenez worked with the team to maintain defensive discipline and improve their efficiency on the counter-attack.


    Tickets for the second leg sold out within hours.


    The local Brighton fans were ecstatic, dreaming of a historic qualification against the most successful team in history.


    Lucas knew that the war was not yet won. But one thing was certain: the soccer world had its eyes on him. And he was ready to show, once again, what he was capable of. However, the night before the match, a piece of news took him by surprise while he was reading some reports on a sports website.


    {Bayern Munich sign young Japanese center forward Tsuyoshi Nishida!}


    Lucas''s eyes widened instantly.


    "What?!" he exclaimed and jumped up from his bed.


    Wasting no time, he clicked on the article and read frantically.


    {Bayern Munich sign young Japanese center forward Tsuyoshi Nishida!


    Bayern Munich today made official the signing of Tsuyoshi Nishida, a young Japanese center forward who has been outstanding for Kashima Antlers with 27 goals and 2 assists in 28 games this season.


    With Kashima Antlers, Tsuyoshi Nishida won the Japanese National Cup and the Japan Super Cup and is currently second in the J-League.


    The 17-year-old striker has signed a five-year contract and will be integrated into the Bavarians'' first team.}


    Lucas blinked several times, trying to process the information. Nishida... at Bayern? He didn''t even know that his old friend was already playing professionally in Japan, let alone that he had been signed by one of the biggest clubs in the world.


    He continued reading, his mind completely absorbed in the news.


    {Nishida''s speed, precision and coolness in front of the goal caught the attention of European scouts, and Bayern stepped up to secure his signature. Alternative sources say that there was a big offer from Liverpool on Nishida''s table, even bigger than Bayern''s, but he opted for the German side for an as yet undeclared reason.}


    A nostalgic smile formed on Lucas'' face.


    Tsuyoshi Nishida was his old strike partner when they played together at Wushia High School. The two had grown up dreaming of becoming professional footballers, but their paths parted when Lucas moved to Europe.


    He scrolled further down the article and saw a recent photo of Nishida holding a Bayern shirt, smiling next to coach Carlo Ancelotti. S§×arch* The n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Unbelievable..." Lucas muttered.


    He lay back on the bed, still processing it all. Memories flooded his mind: the two of them training on that futsal court when Lucas had copied his <Star Boost> skill, and the matches they had played side by side, the countless promises they had made to each other throughout their childhood and also the last one that one day they would play as rivals.


    "Just like last time, you became a professional before me... He really is at a top level of talent, but I''ll definitely catch up."


    The news rekindled something inside Lucas. It wasn''t just admiration. It was motivation. If Nishida could do it, then so could he. His childhood friend had reached the elite of European soccer. That meant the dream wasn''t impossible. It meant that he was closer than ever to realizing his own destiny.


    He picked up his cell phone again and opened the chat with Nishida. Their last conversation had been months ago.


    Lucas thought about typing something, like a congratulatory message, but Nishida hadn''t done that or sent a message in the last few months.


    This meant that at this point, rather than being best friends, they were rivals who would only speak to each other when they were both wearing shirts with their surnames, Nishida and Tanaka, on the back and on opposite sides of the same pitch.

 Chapter 188 187 - Memorable Night (Part 1)

    Brighton''s training ground was unrecognizable that night.


    The temporary stands set up around the pitch were completely full, creating the atmosphere of a professional match.


    The return match against Real Madrid U20 had become a historic event for the club, and the local fans had made a point of turning out in force.


    Tickets had sold out quickly, and hundreds of fans who couldn''t get a seat crowded outside, trying to glimpse what was going on inside. It didn''t even look like a U-20 game.


    Chants, shouts of support and even flags waving in the wind made the small stadium seem like a veritable fortress.


    Brighton was about to face the biggest challenge of their brief career in the competition, and everyone there knew that this night could go down in the club''s history books.


    In the tunnel leading to the pitch, the Brighton and Real Madrid players lined up, ready to take to the field.


    Lucas Tanaka closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.


    The news of Nishida''s signing by Bayern was still echoing in his mind, but now was not the time to think about that. He was there to win, to take Brighton further than anyone thought possible.


    Next to him, Arthur, Brighton''s center forward, snapped his fingers anxiously. "This is it, Lucas. Today''s the day we show Madrid wasn''t luck." Experience tales with My Virtual Library Empire


    Lucas cracked a smile. "Man, I''ve never seen this stadium so full before. It''s like a World Cup final."


    "It''s a game of life and death for us. If we hold on to this lead, we''ll be in the quarter-finals. But Real Madrid won''t make it easy." Javier said.


    And they were right. The Spanish team, wounded by their home defeat, were ready for battle. Among the Real Madrid U-20 players, there were some big names.


    On the other side of the tunnel, the Real Madrid players looked serious, focused. Hakimi, Sergio L¨®pez, De la Fuente and the others were determined to overturn the scoreline. They hadn''t traveled all the way to Brighton to be eliminated.


    The fourth official''s voice echoed through the tunnel. "All set. Let''s go in."


    The players marched onto the pitch to a roar from the stands. The pitch was spotless, illuminated by the floodlights.


    The Brighton fans waved flags, sang and clapped, while the Real Madrid fans, scattered in a small section, tried to make themselves heard in the crowd.


    In the middle of this vibrant atmosphere, two young women were sitting near the center of the pitch. Kate and Lucy were side by side, both wearing coats to protect themselves from the cold night wind. Lucy had her eyes fixed on a single player: Lucas Tanaka. From the moment he entered the field, her eyes never strayed from him.


    Kate, noticing this, nudged her friend. "Lucy, can you take your eyes off him for a second and focus on the game this time?"


    Lucy laughed embarrassedly, looking away briefly before turning back to Lucas, who was entering the field in line with the other players. "I intend to watch the game... only, you know, with a special focus."


    Kate rolled her eyes, but couldn''t hide a small smile. "Right, girl in love. So? Has he given you an answer yet?"


    Lucy shook her head. "Not yet." But, contrary to what Kate had expected, she smiled softly. "But I''ll wait." S§×arch* The Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Kate sighed, but this time her tone was gentler. "You have more patience than I would have. But honestly, Lucy... I hope he realizes soon. If anyone deserves to be happy, it''s you."


    Lucy didn''t reply. Instead, she looked at Lucas again. The game hadn''t started yet, but he seemed completely focused. Now was not the time to think about that. He had a dream to achieve, and she was there to support him, regardless of his response.


    For his part, Lucas opened his eyes as he heard the referee''s whistle calling the players onto the pitch.


    With each step, the noise from the crowd grew louder, turning into an explosion of shouts and applause as the players emerged onto the pitch.


    Brighton flags fluttered in the wind and the fans chanted in unison, creating an atmosphere that impressed even the opposing players.


    In the stands, Kate looked at Lucy and smiled. "Well, now he really has all eyes on him. Let''s see if he''s ready to shine once again."


    Lucy smiled back, without taking her eyes off Lucas. "He is."


    The referee''s whistle echoed around the stadium, and the players positioned themselves for the start of the game.


    Brighton was ninety minutes away from a historic qualification, and Real Madrid was about to fight with all their might to stop it.


    The second round was about to begin.


    However, nobody was ready for what was about to happen.


    Three minutes into the game, Javier, a little further back than usual, received the ball on the edge of the Brighton box, pressured by two opponents. He tried to pass to Luiz Fernando, but his touch was weak and telegraphic. Oscar Rodriguez intercepted with ease and immediately found Mayoral moving between the defenders.


    Daniel Riber, Brighton''s defensive mainstay, tried to expect the move, but Mayoral was smarter.


    The Real Madrid center-forward appeared behind Daniel''s back, surprised him, picked up the ball, pivoted, looked over his shoulder and saw Anton still moving to find the right position, as he had also been surprised.


    This brief analysis was enough for Mayoral to take advantage. With a high shot, he sent the ball crashing into the back of the net.


    REAL MADRID GOOOOOOAAAAL!


    A shock, a scare, in the first few minutes for Brighton. A sepulchral silence swallowed the fans in the stands, who had been so noisy before up, and the Real Madrid players gathering to celebrate in Brighton''s right corner area shouted a lot and beat their chests, kissing the shield.


    It was no wonder. In less than five minutes, all the advantages that Brighton had built up in the first leg and wanted to maintain in the second leg were DESTROYED.


    Everyone was stunned, and the Brighton team was crestfallen. The only people who weren''t down were Lucas and coach Jimenez, who coincidentally looked at each other at that moment.

 Chapter 189 188 - Memorable Night (Part 2)

    The stands were stunned by Real Madrid''s lightning goal.


    At the heart of the defense, Daniel Riber was wiping his hands across his face in disbelief at having been caught out so early.


    Anton punched the ground, frustrated that he hadn''t been able to react in time.


    Javier, the man responsible for the initial mistake, lowered his head, avoiding looking at his teammates.


    The confidence they had built up in the first match had vanished as a series of mistakes and coincidences resulted in that goal.


    But amid this shock scenario, Lucas Tanaka had his head held high.


    While Real Madrid was still returning from their celebrations, Lucas shouted to his team as he walked with heavy steps back to the Brighton pitch.


    "Hey!" He shouted, and everyone raised their heads. "Look around! Do you think this crowd came here to see us give up? Do you think we''re going to let them down because of ONE goal?"


    "We knew they''d come with everything! We''re not surprised! That doesn''t change ANYTHING! Our plan was never just to defend! We''re playing at home, with these full stands on our side! Now we have an extra reason to attack! Now we have one more reason to show that we''re a real team!"


    Javier took a deep breath and finally nodded in agreement. The players cheered again, with Arthur and Miguel beating their chests.


    "That''s it!"


    Coach Jimenez, who had exchanged glances with Lucas earlier, cracked a small smile as he saw his team regaining their spirit.


    "Let''s bring this game back! Play the way we train! High pressure, intense movement, and don''t let them breathe!" Lucas finished, clapping his hands on his chest before taking up his position again.


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    Soon, the referee blew his whistle, and the game restarted.


    Brighton went into the mode that had brought them so far: attacking, aggressive and wanting possession.


    Real Madrid, however, would not give in easily. With big names like Hakimi, De la Fuente and ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez working together, the Whites tried to keep possession and manage the emotional advantage they believed they had gained. But Brighton pressed with all their might, forcing Madrid''s defense to work calmly and this created plenty of room for error.


    It wasn''t long before Real Madrid made their first mistake.


    Felix got forward, stealing a crucial ball from De la Fuente in midfield. Wasting no time, he set up Lucas, who played Raphael in on the left wing.


    The No. 11 shot down the flank, facing Hakimi in a direct duel.


    The Moroccan was quick, but Raphael used a short dribble and found space to cross.


    Arthur, well positioned in the area, rose higher than Manu Hernando and headed the ball in with force. The ball seemed to have the right address, but the Real Madrid goalkeeper made a spectacular save.


    The Brighton fans applauded, recognizing the team''s effort. And indeed, Brighton kept up the pace.


    Miguel and Loki on the right, Raphael and Aidan on the left, all moved around incessantly, looking for space and exploiting their speed.


    Javier, now more alert, dictated the pace with precise passes, while Felix swept up any attempt by Real Madrid to organize counter-attacks.


    The minutes passed and Brighton grew more and more into the game. In the 18th minute, a move worked on by Lucas and Javier resulted in a shot from outside the area from Miguel, which sailed just over the bar. Real Madrid was feeling the pressure.


    But the Spaniards were dangerous. In the 22nd minute, Hakimi got away down the right and crossed low to Mayoral, who got ahead of Luiz Fernando and shot the first time. Anton deflected it away from a corner, preventing the second goal.


    The game was intense, hard-fought and worthy of a great battle. Real Madrid was a team of some of the best talents in the world that money could buy, and they were very difficult to play against, even though Lucas had developed so much in just a few months.


    Still, Lucas wasn''t disappointed in himself. He wasn''t rivaling some talented players, and that excited him a lot. It was what he lived for. Every pass, every duel, every run made him feel more alive than he ever had in his monotonous office life.


    In the 31st minute, he was rewarded for all this emotion.


    On a ball that seemed destined to go over the sideline after a scramble in midfield, Lucas rushed out to stop it.


    The Brighton fans were about to applaud him for simply trying to save Brighton''s possession. At the same time, the Real Madrid players walked, thinking that possession would be theirs because Felix was the last to touch it.


    But Lucas wouldn''t accept that. He threw himself at the ball, stretching out his right leg at the last moment. His boot grazed the ball, preventing it from coming out by mere centimeters.


    However, Lucas wasn''t doing it for nothing. He was hungry. Getting up quickly, as if he hadn''t just thrown himself into the game with all his might, he ran forward.


    Real Madrid finally realized that the ball hadn''t come out and reacted.


    Achraf Hakimi was the first to reposition himself, trying to block the path. But Lucas was undeterred.


    ''First, <Advanced Concentration>,'' thought Lucas.


    The world went quiet at that moment. In an instant, he could hear and see every player, every micro-expression of his opponents, every free space. His perception was heightened because all his senses were directed solely at playing soccer.


    With


    , he knew that De la Fuente and ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez would come to close him down next. At that moment, Lucas activated <Risk Analysis>. He assessed his chances and realized that the best decision wasn''t a pass, but a dribble because Hakimi''s delay would impede De la Fuente and Oscar.


    Hakimi tried to disarm him with a quick shot, but Lucas responded with a <Mirage Feint>. His body leaned slightly to the right, eluding the Moroccan defender who went all out in that direction. In the next instant, Lucas passed to Hakimi''s left.


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    But Real Madrid''s defense didn''t give up. Manu Hernando and Jos¨¦ Le¨®n came to close the space. Lucas knew that if he tried to get past them, he''d be stopped. But that was where his secret weapon came in: <The Deadly Technique.


    With this technique, for a few seconds - almost instance - he would be the best in the world.


    His movements reached an impeccable level of execution. With a subtle touch on the ball, he rolled it between the two defenders, sneaking in like a ghost. The crowd screamed in sheer shock. Confused, the defenders didn''t understand the events that had transpired. The next thing they knew, Lucas was free, facing the goal.


    The Real Madrid goalkeeper, desperate, stepped forward to close the angle. But Lucas had used everything he had. He raised his head and dinked the ball over the goalkeeper.


    The ball went high. The goalkeeper stretched out his arms, but couldn''t reach it. The ball only fell when it entered the goal, and after touching the ground and dripping, it slowly rolled to the back of the net.


    The narrator completely lost his composure.


    "GOAL! GOAL! GOAL! GOOOOOOOOAAAAL!!! LUCAS TANAKA! THIS CAN''T BE REAL! HE''S JUST MADE A MOVE WORTHY OF A GENIUS! THAT''S ART, THAT''S SOCCER!"

 Chapter 190 189 - Memorable Night (Part 3)

    With Lucas'' beautiful goal, the Brighton fans roared like a raging wave, their euphoric shouts shaking the stands.


    Among these hundreds of people, two young women were jumping and hugging each other amid the general delirium. Lucy and Kate had been there from the start, cheering, suffering and now celebrating.


    Lucy shouted Lucas''s name as if her voice could carry across the pitch and reach him. Kate, laughing and almost out of breath, held her arm tightly.


    "Did you see that?! Did you see that?! He just destroyed their entire defense!"


    "There''s nothing to do when he decides to shine. Hahaha!"


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    In a large but minimalist hotel room, lit only by the glow of the television. On the floor, a sweaty man was doing sit-ups. He wasn''t paying attention to the screen until the British narration reached a pitch of pure euphoria.


    "... This can''t be real! Lucas Tanaka has just made a move worthy of a genius! That''s art, that''s soccer!"


    The man paused for a moment, his eyes turning to the screen. His sharp gaze analyzed every detail of the replay, Lucas'' every move, from the dry dribble over Hakimi to the masterful dig that sealed the goal.


    In the end, a small smile formed on the man''s lips.


    "Nice one, Tanaka." he muttered to himself before returning to his routine, now switching to push-ups.


    Back on the main pitch of Brighton''s training center...


    Lucas had his heart pounding in his chest. The moment seemed surreal. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as his teammates ran up to him, embracing him in a whirlwind of celebration. Arthur jumped on his back, laughing out loud.


    "Are you kidding me, Lucas?! What was that?!"


    Raphael punched the air, still incredulous. "That was a goal! A goal! You destroyed the entire defense!"


    Javier, who had previously been carrying the weight of the mistake on the first goal, was now relieved. "Now, damn it!"


    The score was now level.


    [Brighton U20 1-1 Real Madrid U20.]


    The game restarted and Brighton had the lead.


    But the Real Madrid players weren''t happy.


    Hakimi clenched his fists. De la Fuente and ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez exchanged dark looks, feeling the psychological impact of the goal. Manu Hernando kicked the turf hard, frustrated at having been beaten so easily.


    Real Madrid were not a team that accepted being humiliated. They would respond with full force, because they believed in winning until the very last moments of this game. That was in their DNA. The arrogance, the superiority of their talents and the ego of their players.


    And indeed, when the game restarted, the Spaniards raised the level of the match. Both in terms of keeping possession with passes and in fouls to stop Brighton playing.


    But Lucas was ready for it. He felt the excitement of facing the best. Every second on the pitch was an opportunity to grow, to test his limits and go beyond them.


    In the 38th minute, Real Madrid got a breakthrough. After a quick move between ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez and Mayoral, the Spanish striker received an inch-perfect pass inside the area. He finished as best he could and, with an unintentional deflection off Luiz, the low ball rose a little and went into the middle of the goal.


    Anton bent his knees and managed to deflect it upwards with his fingertips! The ball skimmed the crossbar, and the Brighton fans held their breath before bursting into applause at the goalkeeper''s monumental save.


    "Come on! Let''s not let them get ahead in the game!" Felix shouted, encouraging his teammates to keep up the intensity.


    The first half was drawing to a close, and both teams were fighting fiercely for control of the match. Javier and Felix were real gladiators in midfield, battling for every ball so as not to give Real Madrid any space to think they could make strong fouls without Brighton fighting back.


    In the final minutes of the first half, Miguel received a ball on the edge of the box and tried a shot.


    The ball traveled dangerously, but the Real Madrid goalkeeper made a spectacular save, preventing Brighton from going into the break ahead.


    Soon, the whistle resounded around the pitch and that ended the first half.


    Lucas left the pitch taking a deep breath, but smiling. This was the game he wanted. This was the challenge for which he had lived his second chance.


    Half-time brought a brief moment of rest for the Brighton team.


    Lucas sat on the bench and drank a lot of isotonic. The first half had been an intense battle and they had sweated a lot, so they needed to replenish their nutrients.


    Jimenez entered the dressing room with a serious expression.


    "Well done so far, lads, you made mistakes in the first few minutes, but you were incredible for most of that first half. We''ve shown that we''re not here to be supporting players, and I''m proud of each and every one of you."


    "But the game isn''t over yet. Real Madrid are not a team that accepts being dominated. They''ll come back in the second half even more aggressive, trying to suffocate us in possession and exploit our weak points... We need consistency. Our winger Miguel and Raphael did as good a job as they could with their 5-3-2 formation, but in the second half we''ll need more attacking and defensive presence too. We''re going to make some changes to the strategy."


    The players looked at each other. A change in strategy meant that someone would be coming off. S§×ar?h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "In the 65th minute, we''ll make two substitutions," Jimenez announced. "Denis, I know you were injured until a week ago, but are you ready to play at least thirty minutes of the game?"


    Denis nodded firmly. "Yes, coach. I''m more than ready."


    "Good. You and Willian will come in. Miguel and Raphael will leave. That means we''ll change our tactical formation. In defense, we''ll have 4-4-2, with Denis, Javier, Felix and Arthur in the middle, Loki, Daniel, Luiz and Aidan in defense, and Arthur and Willian in attack. But when an attacking move is starting, I want Lucas to join them, forming a 4-3-3. So, Lucas, try not to be the playmaker and leave space for our creative midfielders who are Javier and Denis."


    Lucas widened his eyes for a moment and smiled. "Understood, coach. Thanks for that."


    Jimenez nodded. "Lucas, your reading of the game is one of the best in the team. I want you to choose the right moments to go forward. I don''t want you fixed in attack, but coming on as a surprise element."


    "That''s fine."


    "Now, get some rest and be ready. The second half will be even more difficult, because around 65% of their goals come after 60 minutes."

 Chapter 191 190 - Memorable Night (Final Part)

    The break ended and the Brighton players returned to the pitch with a new lease on life.


    The cameras focused on Lucas, who was talking to Felix and Javier, going over details of the strategy.


    On the other side, the Real Madrid players were gathered in a circle, with captain Manu Hernando talking energetically.


    The teams got into position, and the referee was about to allow the start of the second half.


    "We''re going into the second half here at Brighton''s training center! And what an incredible game we''re witnessing! Right at the start of the first half, Real Madrid scored a lightning goal to level things up, but at the end of the first half Brighton took a partial lead with a spectacular goal from Lucas Tanaka, who leveled the match against the mighty Real Madrid. What can we expect from the second half, Carl?"


    "Well, Paul, Real Madrid is a team used to winning, and they will not take this draw lightly. In the first half, we saw a Spanish team that started well, but then lost their way against Brighton''s intensity. I now expect ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez and Borja Mayoral to take more responsibility and try to find solutions to break through the opposition''s defense. In addition, Hakimi could be a splendid weapon at right-back, but he still seems a little lost."


    Real Madrid began by pressing. ¨®scar Rodr¨ªguez received the ball in the middle and immediately tried to speed up the game, setting Hakimi up on the right.


    The Moroccan winger advanced at speed, passing Aidan and crossing low into the area. Mayoral got ahead of the defense, but Anton, in a quick and precise move, caught the ball before he could shoot.


    "Real Madrid came back with everything! That was a classic speed move from the edge of the box, and Anton made a crucial save!"


    Lucas smiled, feeling the intensity of the game grow. I don''t want them to give up too soon! Sear?h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    In the 50th minute, Brighton found a chance. Javier stole the ball in midfield and played it quickly to Lucas, who lifted his head and laid it off to Miguel on the right wing. Miguel was quick and very good at dribbling and, as soon as he received Lucas'' pass, he advanced with confidence.


    He spotted Dani Fern¨¢ndez approaching to tackle him and, with a subtle touch, played the ball forward and left him behind. The Brighton fans cheered, but Miguel knew there was still work to do.


    He looked into the area and saw Arthur positioning himself between the defenders. Without hesitating, he crossed the ball effectively to the Brighton striker.


    Arthur leapt up to challenge Manu Hernando, but the Real Madrid captain deflected the ball just wide, momentarily averting the danger.


    However, the ball fell to Lucas on the edge of the box, who didn''t think twice and hit a firm first-time shot.


    The ball went through a sea of legs, only for the Real Madrid goalkeeper to leap at the last moment and save it for a corner.


    "What a dangerous finish from Lucas! Brighton show that they''ve come back for the second half with a will to win!" said Paul, who was thrilled with the game.


    The corner was taken by Miguel, but the Spanish defense cleared it. Real Madrid tried to play it cool, but the intense pressure from the trio of forwards forced a misplaced pass from Mart¨ªn Calder¨®n, and Felix quickly intercepted it, playing it to Javier, who took another shot from a distance for Brighton, but the ball sailed over the bar.


    The minutes passed, and the game became increasingly physical.


    In the 60th minute, Real Madrid had another great opportunity. Fran Garc¨ªa advanced down the left and crossed for Mayoral. The striker rose well to head home, forcing Anton into another great save.


    The Brighton goalkeeper had been one highlight of the match up to that point.


    Finally, in the 65th minute, Jimenez made the promised changes.


    Miguel and Raphael left the field exhausted, to the applause of the fans, and Denis and Willian came on in their places.


    "And we have changes at Brighton! In comes Denis, who is a skillful playmaker, and also Willian, a versatile striker who can play on the flanks or more centrally. As a result, Brighton will have to switch to a more defensive formation," said Carl.


    On the Real Madrid side, Guti¨¦rrez also made his changes. Mart¨ªn Calder¨®n and Dani G¨®mez left the field, making way for Moha and Augusto Galv¨¢n.


    The Spanish coach wanted more mobility in midfield and creativity in attack.


    The game restarted with Brighton looking to impose their new formation. Lucas moved further forward in some moves to form an attacking trio with Willian and Arthur, and this soon brought results.


    Almost 70 minutes in, Lucas received the ball on the edge of the box after a quick touch from Denis. With a dry cut-back, he left Manu Hernando behind and hit a powerful shot towards goal.


    The goalkeeper jumped and deflected it with his fingertips, sending it out for a corner.


    "Lucas Tanaka almost scored again! He''s having a spectacular game, leading Brighton offensively!" exclaimed Paul on the broadcast.


    The last minutes promised excitement.


    Hakimi surged forward even more, looking to press down the right flank. In the 78th minute, he played a one-two with Moha and broke into the penalty area. Anton again came to Brighton''s rescue with an incredible save.


    The clock ticked down to 85 minutes when Brighton had one last great chance. Lucas, showing his tactical intelligence, spotted a gap between the Real Madrid defenders and played a masterful pass to Willian, who came face-to-face with Belman. The striker tried to finish, but the Spanish goalkeeper made an impressive save.


    As the referee blew for extra time, both teams tried one more attack each, but to no avail. When the final whistle blew, the score remained 1-1.


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    "Brighton win! What an incredible match! Brighton and Real Madrid put on a top class show!" said Carl at the end of the broadcast.


    "For those who thought Brighton was a team that only surprised the English giants, this team is becoming a nightmare for the big boys across Europe too! I wouldn''t normally say this, but this Brighton team promises to reach the final!"


    "Top of the Youth Premier League so far, Brighton are on their thirteenth game without a loss! It''s a shame that all these talented players have to stay together for such a short time, I say that because in next winter''s window they will all surely receive offers from big teams!"


    "To the public, I hope you enjoyed the narration and commentary here on the broadcast and have a great Christmas break! See you in three weeks!"

 Chapter 192 191 - Snow

    After the final whistle, the Brighton players greeted their opponents and went to the bench to get a drink of water and listen to what coach Jim¨¦nez had to say.


    Lucas felt exhausted, but he was satisfied with his performance. He took a deep breath and watched the reporters approaching the pitch, ready to interview the highlights of the match.


    It wasn''t long before one journalist called his name.


    "Lucas Tanaka! Please, can you give us a few minutes?"


    He smiled politely and nodded, heading towards the interview area where the microphones and cameras were.


    An ESTN reporter was holding a microphone with the channel''s logo on it.


    "Lucas, first, congratulations on the game! Brighton faced one of the biggest youth teams in world soccer and qualified. How do you rate the team''s performance today?"


    Lucas ran a hand through his sweaty hair and thought for a moment before answering.


    "Thanks. It was a hard game. Real Madrid has top players, very well trained, so we knew it was going to be a battle from start to finish. We conceded an early goal, but we stayed calm and keep our heads and our game together. We created a lot of chances and I think the draw was a fair result."


    "You were one highlight of the game, scoring Brighton''s goal and creating several attacking opportunities. How would you rate your personal performance in this game?"


    Lucas smiled modestly. "I think I played a good game, but soccer is a team sport. My goal only happened because the entire team worked well, pressed at the right time and created the opportunity for me to finish. I was pleased with my performance, of course, but there''s always room for improvement. Our aim is to keep improving and maintain this unbeaten run."


    Another reporter, this time from a Spanish newspaper, intervened: "Lucas, you''ve played against strong English teams before, but today you played against a traditional team from Spain. What was it like for you to go up against a team like Real Madrid?"


    "There''s not much to say. Real Madrid is a legendary club. For any inexperienced player, playing against them is an incredible experience. You can feel their quality in every pass, in every move. They''re extremely well trained, so we had to give it our all. It''s always a learning experience to play against teams of this level."


    The Spanish journalist smiled and continued. "And now that you and your teammates are attracting attention in Europe, many experts say that several Brighton players could soon receive offers from big clubs. Have you been contacted? Are there any teams you''d like to play for in the future?"


    Lucas laughed slightly, looking away for a moment before answering. "To be honest, I try not to think about it now. I''m concentrating on Brighton, our season and my development as a player. I know opportunities come naturally when the job is done well, so the most important thing now is to keep improving and helping the team."


    The British reporter took the floor again. "Brighton has been unbeaten for thirteen games and is top of the Youth Premier League. Do you think this team has the potential to win the title this season?"


    Lucas didn''t hesitate. "Absolutely. We believe in our work and we know our potential. The league is long. We still have challenges ahead of us, but we''re on the right track. The most important thing is to continue with this mentality, without losing focus."


    One of Brighton''s press officers approached and signaled that the interview had to end. The reporter, realizing this, asked one last question.


    "Finally, Lucas, what can the fans expect from Brighton after the Christmas break?"


    Lucas smiled. "They can expect an even stronger and more rested team, because the run of games over the last two months has been intense. A lot of traveling and opponents who knew us and gave their all against us... We''re going to take advantage of this break to rest, recover our energy and come back with an even greater desire to win. Our aim is to keep growing and show that Brighton are here to stay."


    The reporter thanked him and said goodbye, and Lucas left the interview area to the applause of some fans still in the stadium.


    -:-


    The morning after the game against Real Madrid, Lucas woke up feeling freezing.


    The blanket made the idea of getting out of bed less appealing, but curiosity overcame him.


    He got up, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and went to his bedroom window. When he pulled back the curtain, a white, silent spectacle immediately took his gaze.


    Snow.


    The campus of the Seyek Institute was covered in an immaculate white blanket. The roofs of the buildings and the green fields of low grass were covered in the snow that had fallen during the early morning.


    When Lucas opened the window, the icy air sent a chill through his body.


    "Snow, isn''t it? It''s been a while since I''ve seen it up close."


    In Japan, winter memories were always special, but now, living in his new reality, seeing snow meant a little loneliness.


    Not wanting to get too lost in these emotions, he closed the window and got ready for the day. She put on a thermal jacket under her sweater and put on thick socks before leaving her room.


    The dormitory was quiet, as was the campus. Most of the institute''s students had gone to visit their families for the two-week vacation, so it was normal for there to be far fewer people.


    Fortunately, when he arrived at the cafeteria, he found Javier and Felix sitting by the lit fireplace, drinking hot coffee and watching the snow through the large glass window. Continue your adventure at My Virtual Library Empire


    "Tanaka, good morning. Did you sleep well after yesterday''s game?"


    "Good morning. I slept like a rock. But this cold..." Lucas walked over and picked up a steaming mug of coffee. "Snow is good, but I wasn''t prepared for this weather."


    Felix laughed, blowing the steam from his drink before taking a sip. "Welcome to the real European winter. It''s not that cold in Japan, is it?"


    Lucas shook his head. "It depends on the region, but where I used to live, the winters were milder. Here it''s another level."


    "So, what are your plans for the Christmas break?" asked Felix.


    "I don''t know yet. I thought about going back to Japan, but the time is short, and tickets are absurdly expensive. If the intention is to rest, I don''t think such a long and tiring trip will help me much... I think I''ll stick around. What about you?"


    Felix shrugs his shoulders. "Tomorrow I''m going back to the countryside to see my family. I haven''t seen them for a while, so this break is perfect for that."


    "And I''m going to Spain. Christmas without tapas and jam¨®n isn''t a real Christmas. But I know the club always organizes a little party for those who stay. You won''t be spending it alone."


    "Yes..." Lucas sipped his coffee slowly and thought: ''Will Lucy be spending Christmas with her family?'' S§×arch* The Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

 Chapter 193 192 - Ethan appears

    The campus of the Seyek Institute looked like another world in winter, covered in the soft white of freshly fallen snow.


    The branches of the dry trees were coated in a thin layer of ice, and the grass of the fields disappeared under a white carpet.


    With most of the students traveling to spend the holidays with their families, the campus was quieter than usual.


    The tranquillity was welcome, but it also brought a certain air of loneliness that Lucas tried to ignore.


    However, in the center of Brighton, in winter, was a charming city. The traditional red brick buildings, typical of British architecture, blended beautifully with the snow accumulating on their roofs. Some houses were adorned with twinkling Christmas lights, and store windows displayed festive decorations that attracted passers-by who ventured out into the cold.


    The coffee and pubs along the waterfront were cozy, with customers warming their hands with mugs of tea or hot chocolate.


    Lucas walked leisurely, feeling the chilly breeze from the nearby sea. The ocean, stirred by the icy wind, seemed even more intense under the gray sky.


    Lucas paused near the famous Brighton Palace Pier. In the summer, it was one of the city''s most vibrant spots, full of tourists and locals enjoying the games, the food and the spectacular sea views. Now, however, the pier was almost deserted, save for a few people walking around bundled up, probably taking advantage of the frosty morning to breathe in the fresh ocean air. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire


    In the central square, an ice-skating rink had been set up, and some children were playing under the watchful eyes of their parents.


    After a long walk, Lucas entered a small coffee near the pier. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm bread enveloped him as soon as he crossed the threshold. He took off his gloves and ordered a cappuccino, choosing a table near the window to watch the scenery outside.


    While he waited for his order, he took out his cell phone and opened the chat with Lucy, hesitating for a moment before typing.


    [Me: Hi, Lucy. How''s your Christmas break going? Are you going away to meet your family?]


    He didn''t expect an immediate reply, so he put his phone back in his pocket and took a sip of the hot coffee that had just arrived.


    Surprisingly, a minute later, his cell phone vibrated on the table. It was Lucy''s reply.


    [L <3: Hi, Lucas! I''m spending Christmas here in Brighton, anyway. My brother is coming to visit, so we''re going to enjoy the city together. What about you? Are you staying here?


    Me: Yes, I''m staying. I thought about going to Japan, but it would be an exhausting trip for such a short time. I''m glad your brother''s coming! Brighton is beautiful at Christmas.


    L <3: True! Have you seen the ice-skating rink in the central square? I was thinking of going there this afternoon with my brother. If you want to join us, you''re welcome!]


    Lucas hesitated for a moment. He wasn''t exactly a great skater, but spending time with someone was better than with no one.


    [Me: Sounds like fun. I''ll meet you there then!]


    He finished his coffee and left the establishment. With his hands in his pockets, he started walking back towards the campus, feeling the snow crunch under his feet.


    -:-


    Later, in the central square...


    The atmosphere was lively, with children and adults skating on the ice, some with elegant movements, others with obvious difficulties in keeping their balance.


    As Lucas approached the agreed location, he spotted Lucy. She was standing next to a boy who appeared to be a little taller than him.


    The strange contrast between the two immediately caught Lucas'' eye: while Lucy had bright blonde hair and a warm smile, the boy next to her had black hair and a more reserved look.


    Wasting no time, Lucas approached and, as soon as he got close, said:


    "Look, I was hoping to see some resemblance between you two, but honestly? You don''t even look like brothers." He commented.


    The boy, who initially wore a neutral expression, seemed to be taken aback by the comment.


    "Lucy? Is that your friend?"


    She nodded and went to greet Lucas with a hug. "It''s really good to see you."


    "It''s good to see you too," Lucas said.


    He then went to say hello to the boy, who quickly explained,


    "Ah, hello... Well, actually, Lucy and I aren''t really brother and sister." He scratched the back of his head, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Lucy always introduces me like that, but I''m just a childhood friend of hers. We''ve known each other since nursery school. I''m a year older, so I''ve kind of become a big brother to her."


    Despite the lopsided smile on his face, there was something about the way he said it that made Lucas arch an eyebrow.


    Lucy gave the boy a gentle push on the shoulder.


    "That''s exactly why we''re like brothers! He''s always looked after me, protected me and been there for me."


    As Lucy spoke enthusiastically, the boy looked away briefly, and his expression changed to something that Lucas quickly identified: sadness.


    It wasn''t something overt, but an insignificant detail in his countenance, a lost look.


    Lucas didn''t have to think long to realize what was happening.


    ''He likes her.''


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    Lucas had seen this look before - that of someone who feels something more, but can''t express it. Perhaps this boy was afraid to change their relationship, perhaps because he believed he had no chance with Lucy. Lucas didn''t know the exact reason, but the melancholy in the boy''s eyes was unmistakable.


    Deciding not to pursue the matter further, Lucas just smiled and held out his hand to greet him.


    "I see. Well, it''s nice to meet you. I''m Lucas."


    The boy accepted the handshake and nodded slightly.


    "I''m Ethan. My pleasure."


    With the introductions made, Lucy gestured towards the ice rink.


    "Right, kids! Enough talk, let''s go skating!" She took Lucas by the arm and pulled him towards the ice. "Lucas, have you ever skated before?"


    Lucas let out a sigh, already expecting that this could be a disaster.


    "To be honest... I''m not exactly an expert at it."


    Lucy laughed. "Then it''ll be fun to watch!"

 Chapter 194 193 - Expert Skater

    Lucas took a deep breath before taking his first step onto the ice rink. As soon as his foot touched the slippery surface, he felt an immediate imbalance take hold of his body. His arms flailed in the air as he tried futilely to find some stability. In a matter of seconds, he felt the icy impact against his hands as he almost fell forward.


    Lucy, who was standing next to him, grabbed his arm and laughed. "Hey, Lucas, you really weren''t kidding when you said you weren''t an expert!" She said, helping him to his feet. S~ea??h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas sighed and tried to straighten up. "It''s been years since I last did that. Like... for many years. That shouldn''t be so hard, should it?"


    Lucy laughed again. "Well, balance is everything. Try to relax a bit, don''t hold on to the tension so much. You look like a robot that''s just been turned on and I know the problem isn''t your lack of leg skills."


    While Lucas concentrated on not falling face-first onto the ice, Ethan skated easily around them.


    Unlike Lucas, Ethan seemed to glide across the surface with no effort. His body moved fluidly, as if he were completely at home in that environment. Some spectators nearby noticed his skill and watched him curiously. At one point, he spun smoothly, sliding backwards with a precision that made some children and even some adults around him look impressed.


    Lucas, still trying to avoid disaster, looked at Ethan as he approached and whistled low. "Wow... You''re great at that. Don''t tell me you''ve taken skating lessons or something."


    Lucy gave an amused laugh before replying. "Oh, he hasn''t just taken lessons. Ethan is a professional figure skater!"


    Lucas widened his eyes in surprise. "What? Really?"


    Ethan smiled shyly and scratched the back of his head, a little uncomfortable with the attention. "Well, yes. I live in Denmark now and train there. I take part in competitions."


    Lucas blinked a few times. "That explains why you''re sliding around on the ice like you were born here. I''m standing here looking like a newborn deer and you look like you could perform at the Olympics."


    Lucy laughed. "Exactly! But it''s kind of funny watching you struggle to balance."


    Lucas rolled his eyes, but laughed along.


    Little by little, he got used to the ice. Although he was still nowhere near being able to move easily, at least he could stand without having to cling desperately to Lucy to keep from falling.


    After a while of skating slowly around the rink, he looked at Lucy and nodded to Ethan, who was skating alone up ahead.


    "Hey, I''m already getting better. Why don''t you keep up with your friend? He''s come all this way. You should spend some time with him."


    Lucy hesitated for a moment. "Are you sure? You''ve just stopped looking like you''re going to fall over any minute."


    Lucas smiled. "Yes, I''m sure. Go enjoy yourself. I''ll keep trying not to completely humiliate myself here."


    Lucy, blushing, smiled and nodded. "All right then. But if you need any help, call me!"


    With that, she glided over to Ethan and started skating alongside him. The two seemed incredibly comfortable together, laughing and moving in sync as if they had been doing it forever. Enjoy new stories from My Virtual Library Empire


    Ethan even took Lucy''s hand at one point to guide her into a little pirouette, making her laugh excitedly.


    Lucas continued to skate slowly near the edge of the rink, watching the children around him move with more skill than he did. He let out a sigh and crossed his arms.


    "Great, even kids are passing me now... Incredible!"


    He turned his gaze to Lucy and Ethan, who were skating together with smiles on their faces. There was something about the scene that made Lucas''s chest tighten in a strange and unexpected way. He couldn''t quite pinpoint what it was. Was it jealousy? Frustration? Or just inexplicable discomfort?


    The fact was that Lucy seemed happy at Ethan''s side. And Ethan, even with his more reserved manner, clearly felt good around her.


    It was then that Lucas remembered that look again, when Lucy had talked about Ethan being her "big brother". That look bothered him more than it should have.


    He looked away and focused on the ice below him. "I don''t know why I''m feeling like this... It''s none of my business. But I also can''t stand back and not have fun when I can just enjoy it."


    Lucas took a deep breath, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that weighed on his chest as he watched Lucy and Ethan having fun together on the ice rink. He shook his head, pushing those thoughts away, and went back to concentrating on his own skating.


    [Genius Replicator Skill activated!]


    [Skill Copy Condition Identified!]


    [Skill Available: <Expert Skater>]


    [Skill Name: Expert Skater.


    Description: Allows the user to skate with extreme ease, balance and fluidity, decimating the chances of falls and increasing control over abnormal movements on the ice.


    Cooldown: None.]


    That would be perfect! If he could copy this skill, he would finally stop dragging himself around the rink like a clumsy beginner. But before his excitement could fully build, another notification appeared:


    [Condition for Copying: Make Ethan fall on the ice rink].


    Lucas paused, reading the condition again to make sure he wasn''t mistaken.


    ''Really? I have to make the guy fall?''


    He looked at Ethan, who was gliding around the rink with ease, leading Lucy in elegant movements. He seemed completely immersed in the moment, completely unaware that Lucas was dealing with an unexpected dilemma.


    Lucas crossed his arms. Take Ethan down? That seemed completely unnecessary. Besides, Ethan was a nice guy, and he had no reason to want to hurt him. But at the same time, if he didn''t fulfill this condition, he would continue to skate like a complete amateur.


    ''He must have fallen many times before. What''s going to change falling once more for me to have a new skill?''


    Lucas was lying to himself, pretending that he wanted this skill so he wouldn''t fall behind the kids or to he could have more fun. However, the truth was that seeing Ethan with Lucy like that bothered him so much that his pride couldn''t take it.


    Lucas Tanaka still didn''t understand these feelings, because he had never been in love like this before in either of his two lives.

 Chapter 195 194 - Ice Rink

    Lucas looked again at the system screen, where the condition for copying the skating skill was clearly described:


    [Condition for Copying: Make Ethan fall on the ice rink].


    He clenched his fists and looked away. "It''s not like I''m going to really hurt the guy... and it doesn''t have to be so direct. If I make him lose his balance somehow, technically, I''m not doing anything wrong... right?"


    The moral dilemma burned inside him, but the desire not to be left behind spoke louder. He needed a plan.


    Lucas continued to crawl around the rink, observing his surroundings. There were children skating near the edge, some holding on, others gliding with ease. And then he noticed something: a small group of teenagers playing at pushing each other lightly to see who could keep their balance.


    Lucas had an idea.


    He approached the group, trying to look as natural as possible. As he passed them, he allowed his own balance to wobble a little and thanks to this, he subtly bumped into the shoulder of one boy, who unintentionally overbalanced and bumped into another. This second one, trying to balance himself, ended up sliding in the wrong direction... straight into Ethan.


    It all happened in the blink of an eye. The boy bumped hips with Ethan at the exact moment he was preparing to move faster. The impact, small but unexpected, was enough to destabilize him and they both fell to the ground together.


    Lucy put her hands to her mouth. "Ethan, are you all right?"


    Ethan blinked a few times, confused, and then gave a mirthless laugh. "Oh... yeah, I guess I was just taken by surprise." He sat down on the ice, rubbing the back of his head. "Wow, it''s been a long time since I fell like that."


    The boy who had caused the impact looked at him with wide eyes. "Sorry, lad! I didn''t mean to!"


    Ethan smiled gently. "Don''t worry, it wasn''t your fault. It happens."


    [Condition Achieved!]


    [Skill copied!]


    In the next instant, Lucas, who had distanced himself so as not to be blamed for the whole mess, activated the skill and quickly approached to offer Ethan a hand to get up.


    Lucas reached out to Ethan, who was still sitting on the ice, scratching his ankle.


    "Here, let me help you."


    Ethan smiled, taking his hand and standing up carefully. When he put his weight on his foot, his expression twitched slightly for a second, but then he disguised it.


    Lucy noticed the discomfort immediately. "Ethan, are you all right?" she asked, concerned.


    Ethan turned his foot slightly in the air and nodded. "Yes, yes. Just a minor discomfort. Nothing serious. But I think I''ll slow down a bit, just to make sure I don''t push too hard."


    Lucas felt a slight weight on his conscience. He didn''t really want Ethan to get hurt, he just needed the fall to copy the skill. But now that he could see that the guy seemed to feel something, he tried to defuse the situation.


    "Maybe we should get off the track and take a break? Have something hot and rest for a while?" suggested Lucas, hoping that Ethan would agree.


    "Um... Ethan says he''s fine. If he was really hurt, he''d tell you, right? Now that you''ve finally got the hang of it, do you want to go out, Lucas?"


    Ethan laughed and nodded. "Yeah, you don''t have to worry so much. You should both enjoy it. I''ll just take it easy, but I''m good to go."


    "Well, if you''re sure... then let''s go."


    Now, with his new ability activated, Lucas glided across the ice with a fluidity he had never experienced before. It was as if his body already knew exactly how to move. It differed completely from before, when it felt like he was going to fall at any moment.


    Lucy''s eyes widened as she watched him skate with such ease. "Wait a minute... what do you mean? You were about to kill yourself recently, and now you look like you were born for it?"


    Lucas shrugged and smiled. "I guess I just had to get the hang of it. My body finally understood how it works."


    She narrowed her eyes. "Hmm... that''s suspicious. Have you secretly always been good at it?"


    "If I was, I wouldn''t have skated alongside children for so long," Lucas replied, and that made Lucy laugh.


    The evening continued with them having fun at the skating rink.


    Lucy challenged Lucas to join her in a few simple maneuvers, and he accepted, surprising even himself with the ease with which he could do them. Ethan, on the other hand, kept a more relaxed pace, not pushing his injured foot too hard, but still skating with grace.


    After a while skating and having fun on the ice rink, the trio went outside and warm up a bit.


    Ethan suggested a stall nearby, known for selling some of the best hot chocolate in the region.


    The stall was simple, made of rustic wood with a few lights hanging from the top. Lucas, Lucy and Ethan approached the counter, and each ordered a hot drink to ward off the cold.


    "Ah, that''s delicious." Ethan blew lightly on the hot chocolate before taking another sip.


    "Well, I have to admit, today was a lot of fun," Lucy said, smiling. "Even with the fall of our professional skater."


    Ethan rolled his eyes and smiled sideways. "Yeah, yeah... at least that did some good, right? Lucas is now skating like a pro."


    Lucas took a sip of his hot chocolate. "I just needed to get the hang of it." Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    It was then that a little boy of about nine or ten approached. He seemed hesitant at first, but after looking at his friends a few meters away and receiving encouragement, he finally took courage and stopped in front of them. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire


    "Hey... sorry to bother you, but can I take a picture?"


    Ethan, who was in the middle of sipping his hot chocolate, lowered his cup and smiled, preparing to answer.


    "Ah, sorry, big boy. I rarely take pictures like this. I hope you understand." He gestured with his hand for the child to leave.


    But the little boy was confused and then looked at his friends before turning his face back to Ethan. "Huh? I wasn''t talking to you, lad... I wanted a picture with him!" He pointed directly at Lucas.


    Lucy held back her laughter, and Ethan''s eyes widened, clearly taken aback.


    "What? With Lucas?"


    The child nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! What''s up with you, Tanaka? We saw you at the skating rink, but I didn''t want to bother you. In fact... at first we thought it couldn''t be you, because you seemed to have difficulty skating... But then, when you started gliding like a pro, we knew for sure! You''re Tanaka from Brighton, aren''t you?"


    Lucas scratched the back of his head, a little awkwardly. "Ah... yes, that''s me."


    Lucy finally let out a laugh. "Lucas is a footballer, not a skater. Of course he''d get in the way at first."


    The little boy laughed along with her. "That''s true! But then he got great! My older brother always says you''re one of Brighton''s most promising players! And I really like your style of play too! Can you take a picture with me?"


    Lucas nodded with a genuine smile. "Sure, it would be a pleasure."

 Chapter 196 195 - Cold Night

    Lucas crouched down next to the boy to take the photo. The boy was overjoyed and held his phone with hands trembling with excitement while one of his friends took the picture for him. The photo was taken, and the boy grinned from ear to ear.


    "Thanks, Tanaka! Good luck with the next games! We''ll be rooting for you!" The boy waved cheerfully before running back to his friends, who started laughing and commenting excitedly.


    Lucas stood up and looked at Ethan, who was still standing there with a surprised expression on his face.


    "You... you''re a soccer player?" Ethan asked, clearly stunned. "And from what that boy said, you play for Brighton?"


    Lucy laughed to see Ethan''s reaction. "Oh, that''s right! I''d forgotten to mention that."


    Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, visibly embarrassed. "I swear I did not know! I thought he was just... you know, a normal guy who likes to skate awkwardly."


    Lucas gave a lopsided smile. "Well, technically, I''m just a normal guy who skates awkwardly. Soccer is the only thing I can be good at, I guess."


    "Skating doesn''t seem to be a problem for you anymore," Lucy pointed out.


    Ethan shook his head, still trying to process everything. "I can''t believe I''m hanging out with a professional skater without knowing it the whole time. And I even teased you about skating. Dude, I''m sorry."


    Lucas laughed and patted Ethan on the shoulder. "Relax, it''s no problem. And I''m not even a pro yet."


    They sat back down on the rustic wooden benches of the hot chocolate stand. Ethan took a thoughtful sip of his drink and looked at Lucas with a new perspective. S§×arch* The Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "So, what''s it like being a professional footballer? It must be intense."


    Lucas thought for a moment before answering. "It''s a mixture of many things. There''s the exciting part, like watching your own games with narration and having a few people who support you. But it''s also a lot of hard work, constant training, and pressure to improve every day."


    "And have you ever thought about quitting?" Ethan asked, genuinely curious.


    Lucas looked at the horizon for a moment, reflecting on the difficulties he had faced on his journey. "Yes, many times. Sometimes things got tough, especially when it seemed like I wasn''t improving or when I was dealing with defeats. But I always remembered why I started playing. The love of the game was always stronger than any difficulty."


    Ethan nodded slowly, looked at his watch, and realized that it was already getting late. "I think it''s time to go. My leg is asking for a comfortable bed. After all, I arrived in town earlier today."


    The trio stood up, returning the empty mugs to the stall and thanking the vendor before heading towards the exit of the skating park.


    As they walked, Ethan looked at Lucas with a more serious expression. "Hey, man, now that I know you''re a soccer player, I''ll be cheering you on at the next game."


    Lucas smiled. "Thanks for the support. I hope to see you at a Brighton game one day."


    Lucy smiled at them both. "You two make a good pair. Who would have thought that an afternoon of skating would turn out like this?"


    When they reached the meeting point where they would each go their separate ways, Ethan held out his hand to Lucas and shook it firmly.


    "Take care, Lucas. And keep chasing your dream. I''ll be following your games from now on."


    "Thanks, Ethan. Take care of that ankle and don''t strain it too much."


    Lucas watched Lucy and Ethan walk together towards the exit of the skating park. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, feeling a slight twinge of discomfort that he couldn''t fully explain.


    Ethan seemed like a nice guy, and that was making Lucas feel a little bad for having done that at the skating rink for a silly reason.


    While Lucas waited for the cab he had called, he continued to watch the two of them from a distance.


    Lucy gestured animatedly as she spoke, and Ethan seemed completely involved in the conversation.


    Lucas tried to push away the thoughts that were forming, telling himself that there was nothing wrong there. After all, Lucy had already confessed, and Ethan just seemed to be a good friend of hers, right? WRONG.


    Suddenly, Lucas saw Ethan slip one of his arms behind Lucy''s neck, trying to pull her into a side hug. Experience exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire


    For a moment, he succeeded.


    Lucy looked surprised, but not immediately uncomfortable. Then Ethan looked back, directly at Lucas. His gaze was empty, and the smile on his face said something that Lucas interpreted instantly: "I won."


    ''Son of a bitch...''


    Before he could think of making any reaction, Lucy pushed Ethan''s arm away and said something Lucas couldn''t hear, but her tone sounded firm.


    "Ethan, back off a bit. People might take this the wrong way." Lucy said with a serious expression.


    "Calm down, calm down. I was only joking." Ethan said.


    Lucy then looked back over one shoulder, clearly searching for Lucas with her eyes. Her gaze went to where he was, but Lucas''s cab had just arrived, and he was already getting into the car. He closed the door with a soft sigh, looking out of the window for a moment before the vehicle moved.


    Lucy bit her lower lip thoughtfully. ''Did Lucas see what happened? And if he did, did he get it all wrong?''


    The cab drove through the quiet streets of the city, and Lucas looked outside, trying to sort out his thoughts.


    ''Why does this bother me so much? Do I really like Lucy?'' he asked himself silently.


    Lucy was his friend, and he trusted her. But that look on Ethan''s face - that look of triumph - wouldn''t leave his head. And Lucas didn''t look long enough to see Lucy pushing Ethan away.


    The cab driver noticed the silence and tried to make conversation.


    "Cold night, huh?"


    "Very cold."

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    While most of the players and staff were taking time off to visit their families or rest, Lucas Tanaka was at Brighton''s training center every morning, alone, usually with a ball at his feet.


    He was practicing fouls with a false barrier. His mind was focused, but also restless.


    Ever since the incident at the skating park with Ethan and Lucy, Lucas hadn''t been able to stop thinking about the last few weeks. He knew his feelings were changing, but he still wasn''t sure what to do about it.


    While practicing, a familiar voice caught his attention.


    "Training even on Christmas Eve? Now that''s dedication."


    Lucas looked up and saw Coach Jimenez approaching, wearing a thick coat and a wool cap to protect himself from the cold.


    "Good morning, coach," Lucas greeted with a smile. "I couldn''t sit still today. I need to keep up the pace."


    Jimenez nodded, crossing his arms as he watched Lucas'' movements.


    "You''ve made substantial progress, Lucas. I''m proud of your commitment. But tell me, why didn''t you take the time off to visit your family?" Lucas sighed.


    Lucas sighed. "My family is in Japan, sir. Going home would be complicated."


    Jimenez made an understanding gesture. "I understand. The life of a young athlete can be lonely, especially during the holidays."


    "And what about you? Shouldn''t you be with your family in Spain?"


    Jimenez shook his head slowly. "My mother passed away a few years ago. My father is still alive, but we''re not very close. I stayed here this year."


    "I''m sorry about that, Coach," Lucas said sincerely.


    Jimenez gave a small smile. "You don''t have to worry. I have a girlfriend here in town, so I won''t be completely alone."


    Lucas raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Girlfriend? I never would have guessed."


    Jimenez laughed. "What? Do you think I only live for soccer? Everyone has a personal life, Lucas. Even the coaches. By the way, where are your friends, Felix and Lucas?"


    "They went to visit their families. Raphael''s from Brighton, but his grandparents aren''t... A lot of the guys have gone away or have other plans."


    Jimenez sighed, looking a little disappointed. "It''s a shame for you, and this will be the first year we don''t have a Christmas party at the training center. With so few people here, it makes little sense to organize something."


    Lucas was shocked. The Christmas party at the training center was a hope that he wouldn''t be alone that night.


    "I see," said Lucas, trying to mask his disappointment. "I expect this Christmas to be quieter than usual."


    The rest of the morning was dedicated to more and more training. When Lucas got tired, he thought he''d go to his apartment and just sleep and let Christmas pass unceremoniously. However, even for him, who had lived a lonely adult life in the past, it was a little difficult to accept this. He could always visit his family on dates like this.


    Finally, back in the apartment, Lucas looked around, and his bed called to him. But, even in his past life, he had always made a point of watching a movie with his family, and it couldn''t be any different now.


    After a few minutes trying to decide on a movie, he thought it would be better to buy the snacks first and then think about the end. So he grabbed a jacket and left the apartment.


    The campus was deserted, with a few Christmas lights scattered here and there.


    Lucas walked towards one of the vending machines near the center of campus. He intended to buy some drinks and snacks.


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    As he approached the machine, he paused when he saw a familiar figure standing there, looking at the items on display. Kate Dyer, the strict member of the disciplinary board, was dressed in a gray wool coat and a black cap that covered part of her long black hair. She looked focused, but not with the same stern look she used to have.


    "Don''t worry, Lucas. I''m not on committee duty today," she said with a slight laugh as she looked at him from the corner of her eye.


    Lucas relaxed a little, although he was still surprised to find her there. "Good afternoon, Kate. I didn''t expect to see you here."


    "Nor did I expect to find you. I was just looking for something to eat. The campus restaurant is closed today, so the vending machine is my last option." She crossed her arms and looked at Lucas. "What about you? Why aren''t you with your friends?"


    Lucas shrugged. "They''ve all traveled to visit their families. I stayed because going home would be complicated."


    Kate nodded, understanding. "I see. I couldn''t go home this year either. My parents are traveling, and I stayed here."


    "What about Lucy?" Lucas asked, knowing that they were close friends.


    "She called me to celebrate with her family, but I don''t like a person who''s going to be there." Sear?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Ethan?"


    Kate looked at Lucas in surprise that he had got the name exactly right. "Oh~! Do you know him?"


    "Yes. Lucy called me yesterday to go skating, and he was with her. He was a guy with an... ambiguous personality."


    "Exactly! He bothers me precisely because I can''t tell what''s going on in his head. Besides, Lucy asked me to go skating too, and I didn''t go because unfortunately I''m terrible at it."


    "Me too." Lucas said, stopping next to Kate to look into the drinks machine.


    The silence that followed was unexpectedly comfortable. Lucas thought about how different Kate looked. She had always been so formal in her duties, but now, without the pressure of her responsibilities, she seemed lighter and more approachable.


    "Do you have an appointment today? A party at Brighton or something?" Kate asked.


    "Not really. They''re not doing anything this year. What about you? Have you organized a party here at the institute?"


    "A member of the disciplinary committee organizing a party? Definitely not. There are too many teenagers here and not enough staff at this time, so they don''t allow parties because they know things can happen."


    "So, if you want, we can buy some things and watch a movie in my apartment. It''s not a Christmas party, but it''s better than being alone."


    Kate looked surprised by the invitation, but her face softened into a smile. "Why not? A movie and some snacks sound good. Although it''s forbidden for girls to go to boys'' dormitories and vice versa..."


    "Come on! You said yourself that you''re not working for the committee today."


    "Yeah... You''re right. Let''s do it."

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    As they made their way to the boys'' apartment building, Kate couldn''t help but let her thoughts wander.


    She and Lucy had been friends for two years, and at the institute they had become almost like sisters.


    Lucy was spontaneous, outgoing, and always open about her feelings. There was no forgetting the moment Lucy said she liked Lucas.


    "There''s something different about him." Lucy had said dreamily.


    Kate had always been more reserved, preferring to analyze people before opening up. Now here she was, accepting an invitation to Lucas Tanaka''s apartment, the same boy her best friend was in love with.


    Kate justified to herself that it was just an attempt to avoid the two of them spending Christmas alone, but the situation still seemed VERY unusual. She knew she would have to tell Lucy eventually. But that wasn''t something to deal with now.


    When they arrived at Lucas''s apartment, he unlocked the door and opened it with a simple gesture.


    "Come in, make yourself at home," he said, stepping aside so that Kate could pass.


    She entered hesitantly, expecting to find a mess typical of what movie clich¨¦s always showed about men''s dormitories: scattered clothes, dirty dishes, and maybe even a strange smell of forgotten socks.


    However, to her surprise, the place was incredibly organized. The small kitchen was spotless, and the room beyond the pantry had a bookcase, a bed, a light gray sofa with a blanket folded carefully over the backrest and an artificial plant decorating one corner. The floor was clean and showed no signs of disorganization.


    Kate looked around with a surprised expression, and Lucas noticed.


    "What''s wrong?" he asked, frowning slightly.


    "I... honestly expected something different," Kate replied, smiling shyly. "I guess I''ve watched too many clich¨¦ movies where boys'' bedrooms are portrayed as a total mess. But your place is... impressively tidy."


    Lucas laughed. "Well, maybe I''m an exception. I like to keep everything organized. It helps clear the mind, especially when I''m focused on something like soccer."


    "Well, now I''m relieved. I thought I''d be entering a war zone, but this is very welcoming."


    Lucas walked into the small kitchen and left the snacks and drinks they''d bought from the vending machines on the worktop.


    "I hope you''re hungry. It''s nothing fancy a Christmas dinner deserves, and I didn''t buy any presents either, but we should be able to manage."


    Kate put a hand to her mouth and laughed. "It works perfectly for me."


    While Lucas prepared everything, Kate walked over to the bookshelf. There were a few books on mentality, but surprisingly, there were the complete series of Harry Potter books in the middle of it all.


    For a British girl like Kate, it was normal for anyone to have read Harry Potter, but she remembered perfectly well that Lucas Tanaka was Japanese.


    "Have you read Harry Potter?" she asked, taking the volume ''Harry Potter and the Philosopher''s Stone'' off the shelf.


    Lucas looked over his shoulder as he put away the snacks. When he saw Kate holding the book, a smile formed on his lips.


    "Yes, I''ve read it. Who hasn''t? Harry Potter was one of the first books that really immersed me in a story. And, to be honest, it was also the one that built up a large part of the image I had of the British when I was younger."


    Kate laughed. "I imagine the image involved a lot of tea and double-decker buses."


    "Pretty much," Lucas replied, laughing with her. "But honestly, it was fascinating to imagine the wizarding world. I loved the contrast between the Muggle world and the wizarding world. Ah, I''m speaking here as a fan, but I don''t even know if you like it or asked out of politeness."


    Kate clasped the book against her chest. "No, I asked because I''m a huge fan. I grew up with these books. I used to like to imagine I was at Hogwarts when I was playing in my dad''s big house." Discover more stories at My Virtual Library Empire


    "If you were at Hogwarts, I''m sure you''d be a Ravenclaw."


    Kate raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Ravenclaw? Why?"


    He shook his head. "There''s no way you''re Slytherin or Hufflepuff. Gryffindor has its share of bravery and impulsiveness, but you... you seem to be the more analytical type. Ravenclaw is known for its intelligence and curiosity, and from what I can see, you have plenty of that."


    "Wow," Kate said, smiling, "that was very specific."


    "Oh, and one more thing," Lucas continued, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You''d also be one of those students who monitor the corridors. You know, the kind who keep an eye on others to see if they''re breaking the rules and then catch them in the act."


    Kate laughed out loud this time, because she knew he had mentioned it precisely because she was on the Disciplinary Committee.


    Kate put the book back. "What about you? I bet you''d be a Gryffindor."


    Lucas scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. "Maybe. I''ve always been impulsive, especially for soccer. But who knows? Maybe I''ve got a bit of Hufflepuff in me too. I value loyalty." sea??h th§× N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The conversation flowed naturally, and they sat on the sofa with their snacks, still discussing the characters and their favorite moments from the books.


    "Okay. Favorite moment from the books?"


    "Easy. Harry''s first Quidditch match. That moment when he picks up the pommel is incredible. I kept imagining I was flying with him." Lucas gave a nostalgic smile.


    "Oh, of course a footballer would say that. Mine is the Battle of Hogwarts," Kate replied, her eyes sparkling. "It was so exciting and epic. I always get goosebumps just thinking about it."


    Lucas nodded. "It really was a fitting end to the series, although I didn''t like it very much at the time because..."


    As Lucas spoke, Kate paid attention to every word. For her, at that moment, it became easy to understand why Lucy liked him. Lucas had an aura of reliability and kindness that was rarely found in other men.


    "Anyway, I think I''ve said enough. What kind of movie would you like to see? Christmas or something different? Harry Potter?" he asked.


    Kate paused, thinking. "The Harry Potter movies are awful. Let''s watch a comedy. Nothing too clich¨¦, but nothing heavy, either. Maybe a romantic comedy?"

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    Lucas picked up the remote control and started browsing through the movies available on his streaming service. Kate snuggled a little closer on the sofa, adjusting the cushion next to her.


    "Okay, romantic comedy. Nothing clich¨¦d, but also light. Hmmm... how about this one?" Lucas asked, stopping at a movie called Two-Night Stand.


    Kate laughed softly. "That movie is... kind of curious, considering our current situation."


    Lucas arched an eyebrow, amused. "Really? Why?"


    Kate stammered, trying to hide a smile. "Well, the movie is about two strangers who end up stuck together during a snowstorm after a night of casual sex. They had no plans to spend so much time together, but... things evolve." S§×ar?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas tilted his head slightly. "It sounds interesting."


    "Interesting is a good word," Kate replied.


    Lucas pressed play on the movie, and soon the opening scenes unfolded on the screen.


    The protagonists, played by Analeigh Tipton and Miles Teller, were strangers trying to deal with the uncomfortable situation of being forced to live together.


    Kate and Lucas watched with rapt attention, laughing at the awkward situations and identifying with the characters in unexpected ways. As the movie progressed, the two protagonists went from strangers to friends and, eventually, something more.


    During a scene in which the main characters were sitting on the floor, sharing personal stories, Lucas and Kate also seemed to absorb the intimate atmosphere. Without realizing it, Kate moved a little closer to Lucas, their shoulders almost touching.


    "This scene is so authentic... It''s not that forced romance by many movies. They just... connect."


    Lucas nodded. "I like movies like that. They show how complicated and unpredictable actual relationships are."


    Kate looked at him. "I never knew you were so philosophical about romance."


    Lucas laughed lightly. "Hey, there''s a lot to be learned from movies. Even the lighter ones have lessons if you pay attention."


    The evolution of the relationship between the film''s protagonists seemed to echo the atmosphere in the apartment. When one of the movie''s most romantic scenes took place - the characters kissing in the soft light of a snow-covered window - Lucas glanced at Kate, catching her looking at him at the same time.


    Kate''s eyes quickly shifted to the screen, but there was an obvious blush on her cheeks.


    Lucas cleared his throat, trying to dissipate the nervous energy. "Khum! That scene is pretty clich¨¦, but I will not lie. It works."


    "I agree. The tension between them is well done." Kate replied softly.


    A few more scenes passed, and the movie reached its climax: the protagonists finally confessed to each other, leaving behind the fears and uncertainties that prevented them from being honest about their feelings.


    As the credits rolled, Lucas turned off the TV, leaving the apartment plunged into silence. Both Kate and Lucas waited for the other to speak first.


    "That movie always leaves me with a strange feeling," Kate finally said.


    Lucas frowned slightly. "Strange? What do you mean?"


    Kate shrugged. "It makes me think about how easy it is to make connections with people when you just allow yourself to be vulnerable. But it''s also scary, because you never know what''s going to happen."


    "I understand. I think sometimes we protect ourselves so much that we forget what it''s like to really open up."


    Kate''s eyes met Lucas''s, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink to that small space on the sofa.


    She couldn''t deny that she had always found Lucas more attractive than most men. However, being attractive was never enough to attract Kate''s interest. She was looking for someone who was intelligent, educated and, above all, had a worldview similar to her own. The last almost three hours have made Kate to realize that Lucas fitted perfectly into both of the requirements she had imposed on herself all this time.


    However, Lucy was still in love with Lucy, Kate''s best friend, and she knew she shouldn''t feel that way. She didn''t even want to.


    And the worst part was not knowing how Lucas felt. Did he like Lucy? If so, why was he making her wait instead of dating right away?


    With no answer to this and not knowing how to feel about Lucas looking straight at her, Kate got up from the sofa.


    "Lucas, thank you for inviting me to spend Christmas here. I don''t know what I would have done on my today," Kate said, with a slightly nervous smile.


    "Thank you. Honestly, Christmas would have been pretty lonely without you."


    "Well, I..." Kate said, but then the sound of a message on her cell phone interrupted her. Kate looked at her phone and smiled. "It''s Lucy. She''s wishing me a Merry Christmas."


    Lucas looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 00:03.


    "Merry Christmas, then."


    Kate held his gaze for a moment longer before finally saying, "Merry Christmas, Lucas."


    She put her cell phone away and, for a moment, was quiet. Before either of them could say or do anything, distant thunder echoed, causing the windows to vibrate slightly. Kate, startled, immediately went back to the sofa and curled up next to Lucas, who hugged her with no problems.


    "Christmas storm. What a clich¨¦, isn''t it?" Lucas said and then the wind outside got so strong that it could be heard easily.


    The wind outside whipped the windows, and inside the apartment the light flickered.


    Lucas still had his arm around Kate, their bodies close together because of the fright she had taken. Her heart was racing, not so much from the thunder, but from the closeness.


    Lucas noticed her breathing, a little faster than usual, and his gaze went instinctively down to her eyes. "Are you all right?"


    Kate raised her eyes to meet Lucas''s, and at that moment, it seemed as if all the noise of the storm had dissipated. She tried to say something, but the words died in her throat.


    Then, with little thought, just following an impulse she hadn''t been able to ignore all night, Kate leaned in and her lips suddenly met Lucas''s, surprising him.


    She was afraid he would kick her away, say she was crazy to be kissing the guy her friend liked. However, Lucas, lonely these days and confused about Lucy, responded. Lucas'' arms wrapped around her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine when he put her on her back and got on top of her.

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    For a moment, Kate and Lucas'' world was reduced to the small sofa where they were, ignoring the sound of the storm outside and anything else that might invade that space. Lucas''s hands ran down Kate''s back as they kissed, and she felt it like little shocks all over her body.


    However, the moment was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a cell phone notification.


    *Ding


    Lucas''s handset, which was on the arm of the sofa, vibrated loudly, illuminating the room darkened by the end credits of the movie they were watching.


    Lucas pulled away from Kate, still panting and surprised by what had just happened. His gaze met hers, and they both seemed to process the same thing: what they had just done and what it meant. Kate''s lips were slightly parted, her face still flushed from the heat of the moment. She looked away and put the back of one hand to her mouth.


    Without saying a word, Lucas sat down and picked up his cell phone. The screen displayed the letter L with a heart next to it. He felt a knot in his stomach as he unlocked the message:


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    [L <3: Merry Christmas, Lucas! I hope you had a special day, and I''m sorry I didn''t get to spend it with you. I look forward to talking to you tomorrow. Love!]


    Lucas skimmed the message, but soon realized that Kate was watching the mobile screen out of the corner of her eye, and when she saw Lucy''s name, her heart sank.


    Kate stood up abruptly, almost knocking over the pillow next to her. She crossed her arms, staring at the floor, unable to face Lucas.


    "I''m such an awful friend. What have I done?" she muttered.


    "Kate, wait," he said, standing up quickly.


    Kate shook her head, frustrated with herself. "Lucas, we shouldn''t have done that. Lucy likes you. And I... I should have been more respectful of her feelings."


    "Kate, I..." Lucas tried to speak, but was interrupted.


    "What about you? How do you feel about her?" Kate asked, finally finding the courage to face him.


    It wasn''t a simple question. For months, he and Lucy had flirted, but nothing concrete had happened between them. Lucy was now a close friend, but Lucas was undecided about what to do. I felt like I was dreaming about Kate the whole evening. S§×ar?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "I like her a bit, but I think I like you too."


    "Arh! I should have known," Kate began, her voice bitter. "You''re just another creep. No matter how educated or different you seem... In the end, you''re just like all those soccer players who live in the gossip magazines. Always jumping from one relationship to another, cheating, deceiving..."


    "Kate, wait a minute. Do you think I''m like that? Do you really think I''m like those guys you see on TV?"


    "Why wouldn''t I be? Look what happened! I trusted you, thinking you were different. And now you''re here, deciding between me and Lucy. As if our feelings were a game to you!"


    Her tone was as sharp as a blade, and Lucas felt his blood boil. He wasn''t perfect; he knew that, but being compared to serial traitors was too much.


    "I''m a human being, Kate! Yes, I''m confused. But so are you! Weren''t you the one who took the initiative? You kissed me! Or are you going to say you weren''t confused too?"


    Kate was stunned, but not for long. "Yes, I did. And it was a mistake. I was emotionally vulnerable, and you knew it. But instead of stopping and thinking, you went ahead."


    "Because I liked you!" Lucas shouted, losing his temper. "I don''t know what to do about Lucy, but what happened between us was real. I felt it. And I know you felt it too."


    "It doesn''t matter! Because now everything is confused. And I don''t want to be the person who betrays a friend. I never wanted to be in that position."


    Silence fell between them for a few moments, broken only by the sound of the wind howling outside. They were both panting. Lucas ran a hand through his hair, trying to find the right words.


    "I''m not saying this is easy, but I''m not a villain, Kate. And I''m not playing games with you or Lucy. I''m trying to understand my own feelings, just like you."


    "I can''t deal with this right now," she muttered. "I need space, Lucas."


    "Okay. If that''s what you need, I''ll respect it. But we can''t leave now. The storm is raging outside."


    "I know." Without saying another word, Kate grabbed her coat and went into the bathroom, closing the door.


    Kate closed the bathroom door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. Her mind spun as memories of the beginning of her friendship with Lucy came flooding back.


    Lucy always had a unique way of making everyone around her feel special. When Kate transferred to the Institute, Lucy was the first to approach her in the cafeteria, bringing lightness and spontaneity into Kate''s life. The two created a strong bond, a friendship built on trust and moments of mutual support. Now, everything seemed to be shaken. Kate felt as if she had betrayed that trust - and worse, she didn''t know how to fix it.


    Outside the bathroom, Lucas sat on the sofa, his mind caught in a web of complicated thoughts.


    Since returning to the past, he had struggled with the idea of relationships. He was mentally older, carrying experiences that made him hesitant to enter into something serious with Lucy. There was the fear of hurting her, of not being fair to her, and something that seemed morally wrong. But with Kate... things had flowed naturally. It was as if the weight of the past had disappeared for a moment, leaving only the present.


    "Why is it different with her?" Lucas muttered to himself, running his hands through his hair, even though he knew it was wrong to do so.


    Should Lucas accept he had crossed this barrier and try with Lucy, forgetting what had happened with Kate, or should he stay with Kate and forget Lucy''s statement?

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    Kate couldn''t stop thinking about what had just happened to Lucas. The kiss, the heat, the intensity - all of it was real, but also incredibly wrong. She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath.


    From the first day she met Lucy at the institute, the blonde, vivacious girl had become a ray of sunshine in her life. Lucy was the type who could turn any situation into something fun. Their friendship grew fast and strong from day one. Lucy was the first person Kate turned to when she needed advice or comfort.


    "And now? How did I ruin everything so quickly?" Kate muttered to herself, wrapping her arms around herself. S§×ar?h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    She knew Lucy had feelings for Lucas. For months, Lucy had spoken of him with a special sparkle in her eyes. Although things between them had never developed into something solid, the romantic interest was much more than clear. Kate shouldn''t have crossed that line. And even worse: she felt she couldn''t ignore what she had felt in the kiss.


    Suddenly, the sound of a new notification snapped her out of her thoughts.


    Her cell phone vibrated in the pocket of her coat hanging on the door. Kate hesitated for a moment before picking it up. Lucy''s name flashed on the screen.


    [Lucy ^^: Kate, the worst has happened. Now, during Christmas dinner, Ethan proposed to me. He did it in front of my parents! Now I''m hiding in the bathroom, not knowing what to do. I can''t face him or my parents. Please help me!]


    Kate felt her heart sink even further. Lucy was going through an incredibly complicated time, and here she was, caught up in her own drama with Lucas.


    "Okay, focus," Kate told herself out loud. She typed a quick reply:


    [Kate: Lucy, I''m here. Calm down. Take a deep breath and tell me exactly what happened. I''m here to help you.]


    Lucy''s reply came almost instantly.


    [Lucy: He showed up here the other day, and he was already strange, always trying to get too close. During dinner tonight, he stared at me the whole time. Then, in front of my parents, he casually said that he''d always loved me and asked if we could try something together. My parents were so excited that I didn''t even know what to say to them. Ethan is waiting in the living room for an answer. I''m ashamed and terrified!]


    Kate sat down on the toilet seat, cell phone still in hand. Ethan. Kate didn''t like him, probably because Ethan seemed shy and cocky at the same time and never sounded natural. Besides, he and Lucy had been childhood friends, but there had been nothing romantic between them. Apparently, Ethan had kept those feelings in for a long time.


    [Kate: Lucy, you need to think about what you really want. Your parents may want one thing, Ethan may want another, but what matters is how YOU feel. Do you want to be with him? Have you thought about it before?


    Lucy ^^: Ethan is nice, but I''ve never thought about him romantically. At least, not until now. And with everything that''s been happening with Lucas... I''m more confused than ever.]


    Kate: No one can pressure you into deciding now. If you need time to think, then give yourself that time. Leave the bathroom calmly and tell Ethan that you need to talk to him another time. And your parents need to respect that too.


    Lucy ^^: But... I know I don''t like him any more than I like Lucas. What I feel for Ethan is friendship, I guess. I never thought of him as a love. What should I do?


    Kate: I need to tell you something that might make your decision easier.


    Lucy ^^: What is it?]


    So Kate told her everything that had happened between her and Lucas. From the moment they met by chance near the vending machines, to the movie and then the kiss.


    Lucy viewed all the messages, but didn''t reply...


    Kate sat on the cold bathroom floor, her knees against her chest and her arms hugging her legs. The kiss with Lucas had been like a bolt of lightning that had split her world in two, and she almost couldn''t deal with the guilt, even after she had told Lucy everything.


    Kate was sure that by telling the truth about what happened with Lucas, she was trying to be honest, but now that Lucy had read it and not responded, the weight of the guilt increased exponentially.


    Kate''s mind raced with every scenario. Was Lucy angry? Upset? Or just in shock? Would she accept Ethan''s statement because of that? Didn''t agree to watch a movie in the apartment of a single man thousands of kilometers away from a home show that something like this would happen? If so, why did she accept anyway? Was she that lonely and didn''t realize it?


    "Calm down, Kate. This is a natural reaction. Lucy needs time to process. And so do I."


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    She took a deep breath and rested her head against the icy wall, letting the soft sound of the snow falling outside fill the silence. The minutes passed at a slow pace, as if time had been frozen along with her thoughts.


    -:-


    *Knock! Knoch!*


    "Kate? It''s me, Kate. Are you all right?" Lucas asked after knocking on the door.


    Kate didn''t answer. She didn''t have the strength to talk to him. Not yet.


    "Kate, please. This bathroom is too cold. You can''t sleep in there. It''s past one in the morning," he insisted, knocking lightly on the door once again. "I''m not asking us to talk now. I just want to make sure you''re comfortable and safe and that you won''t die of hypothermia."


    Kate remained silent. She knew Lucas was trying to help, but she just couldn''t face it right now.


    Suddenly, Kate heard another knock on a door. However, it wasn''t the bathroom door, but the front door.


    Lucas frowned, wondering who might show up on that stormy night. He opened the door and was surprised to see Lucy; her long blonde hair blew in the wind, and her thin coat seemed an insufficient protection against the cold.


    "Lucy?" Lucas asked.


    "Merry Christmas, Tanaka." She said with a fake smile.

 Chapter 202 - 202: 201 - Indecisive man

    Lucas stood in the doorway for a few seconds, unable to process Lucy''s sudden appearance.


    "Merry Christmas, Tanaka," Lucy said, touching him with her shoulder to get through.


    "Lucy, what are you doing here? It''s almost two in the morning," Lucas asked, still surprised.


    "I guess that''s kind of obvious, isn''t it?" she replied and rubbed her hands together for warmth, her lips slightly blue from the cold.


    Kate heard everything from the bathroom, so she slowly opened the door and stepped out. Lucy saw her immediately.


    "Kate..." Lucy whispered.


    Kate froze. Lucy''s gaze was not accusing as she had feared. It seemed more curious and confused.


    "I... I didn''t know what to say to you by message. So I came in person." Lucy explained, her eyes fixed on Kate''s. "I''m not here to shout at you. I want to understand everything before I draw my own conclusions."


    Kate nodded slowly.


    "Lucas, why don''t you make us all something hot? I''m freezing, and it looks like Kate needs to warm up a bit, too." Lucy suggested.


    Lucas hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, closed the door and went into the kitchen. The two girls stood in the center of the room in tense silence until Lucy spoke again.


    "Sit with me?" Lucy asked, showing the small sofa.


    Kate agreed and sat down, although she was restless. Lucy settled down next to her and took off her scarf and then her blouse. Meanwhile, she was talking:


    "Kate, I''ve read your messages. And first, I want to say that I appreciate your honesty in telling me," Lucy said calmly.


    "I feel awful, Lucy. I knew how you felt about him, but I... I lost myself at the moment. And, honestly, I don''t know how I feel about him."


    "I understand. I know how... charming Lucas can be." She looked at Lucas, who was preparing some hot chocolates from the sachet he had bought. He glanced at Lucy, but then looked away. "Nothing between Lucas and me was concrete. He told me to wait, but I was na?ve to think I had all the time in the world."


    Kate looked up. "So... you''re mad at me?"


    "I''m confused. I won''t lie. But I don''t think you''re a bad person, Kate. I know you too well to think that," Lucy replied with a shy smile. "I think this situation got out of hand quickly."


    "I just don''t want to lose you, Lucy. Our friendship means a lot to me."


    Lucy held Kate''s hands gently. "And you mean a lot to me, too. That''s why I''m here, to sort this out together. I''d rather face this discomfort now than let it go sour between us."


    Just then, Lucas returned from the kitchen with three steaming mugs of hot chocolate. S§×arch* The ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Here you go." He placed the mugs on the small coffee table and sat down on his bed, which was a little to the right of the sofa.


    Silence settled in, but it was no longer as heavy as before.


    Lucy took a sip of her drink before turning to him. "Lucas, we need to talk about what happened between you and Kate." Lucas almost choked.


    Lucas almost choked. "I... I didn''t want things to get complicated. It was all a spur-of-the-moment thing. We were watching a romantic comedy, and I was a bit confused about the two of us, Lucy, after that strange encounter with Ethan. I don''t know if you realized it, but he..."


    Lucy nodded slowly. "Yes, Ethan likes me. He confessed it today at Christmas dinner, in front of my parents."


    "What a son of a..."


    "Isn''t he?" Kate went forward suddenly. "He confessed in front of her parents and during Christmas! There''s nothing more repulsive than a dishonest confession like that!"


    "Khum!" Lucy cleared her throat. "Anyway, the topic here shouldn''t be Ethan and his confession. After all, I don''t like him. I like you, Lucas. You always asked me to wait. I waited for a long time, Lucas. But now I see that waiting isn''t enough if things aren''t clear."


    Lucas leaned forward, his gaze serious. "I never meant to hurt you, Lucy. I just... wasn''t ready to decide. And maybe that was selfish of me."


    Lucy nodded. "But now, we need to be clear about where we each stand. Do you like me in the same way that I like you?"


    The answer to Lucy''s question was no mystery. Lucas liked Lucy, and the only reason he hesitated to accept her confession was because he was confused about how morally incorrect it was to have a relationship with a mentally younger person.


    "Yes, Lucy. Of course I like you. I always have."


    Lucy smiled and took a deep, relieved breath. But before she could reply, Lucas looked away from Kate and continued.


    "But I also have feelings for Kate. What happened between us wasn''t planned? But it was special. And, frankly, it left me feeling even more lost."


    Kate She opened her mouth to speak, but Lucy held up a hand, asking for silence.


    "So you like both of us." Lucy said, crossing her arms. "I was hoping you''d have some kind of definitive answer, but apparently you''re still stuck in this indecision."


    "I know it sounds ridiculous, but that''s the truth."


    Lucy sighed deeply. She was silent for a few moments, as if she was deciding internally. Then something unexpected happened. She got up from the sofa and took off her shirt, lifting it enough at least to let a bit of her white bra show.


    Kate''s eyes went wide, and Lucas turned completely red.


    "Lucy! What are you doing?" Kate exclaimed.


    "If he needs to decide, let''s take the test now."


    "Take the test?" Lucas repeated.


    "You need to understand what you feel, Lucas. Not just what''s in your head, but what''s in your heart and also, let''s say, physiologically. I will no longer wait for you without clarity. If you have feelings for me and Kate, then you need to find out who you like more. Now. For real."


    Lucas''s heart was beating like a drum. He didn''t know what to say or do, but he knew that this was a decision he couldn''t put off any longer. He would have to choose between Lucy and Kate after tonight.

 Chapter 203 - 203: 202 - Two girls and an intense night

    "You need to understand what you feel, Lucas. Not just what''s in your head, but what''s in your heart and also, let''s say, physiologically. I will no longer wait for you without clarity. If you have feelings for me and Kate, then you need to find out who you like more. Now. For real."


    Lucy lifted the shirt she was wearing under the thick blouse she had just removed. This left her wearing only her bra in front of Lucas and Kate, who were very surprised.


    "L-Lucy, what are you doing?!" Kate, her face as red as a tomato, asked.


    "I said we''re going to make him decide physiologically, Kate. You should know what that means." Lucy said, crossing her arms under her bust.


    Lucas had always known that Lucy had big breasts, because he wasn''t blind enough to ignore the large frontal volume that attracted the attention of so many boys. He just didn''t realize that they were SO much bigger than they looked underneath her clothes and swimsuit.


    It was crazy to think that the bra she was wearing was still making it a little smaller, and this was happening because her breasts almost overflowed out of the bra, which seemed to be on the limit.


    "So, what do you think?" She asked, looking at Lucas. "If you want, you can touch."


    Lucas looked into Lucy''s eyes and saw that she was serious. She was just flushed and wouldn''t take another step to force him to touch her, but she was very serious about it.


    "LUCY!" Kate shouted. "You can''t do that! As a member of the disciplinary committee, sexual activity between students at the institute is punishable by expulsion!"


    "Don''t give me that morality now, Kate..." Lucy glared at Kate, and that look was like telling Kate to remember where she was and what she had done.


    Lucy''s body mesmerized Lucas. He had never been the man to think with his head down, except that he was still a man with all his senses perfect.


    Then Lucas took the first step forward, then another, and raised his right hand.


    Lucy took her hands out from under her bust, allowing him to come closer, and Lucas actually did.


    When Lucas'' hand went forward and touched one of her breasts over her bra, he felt an enormous firmness and softness at the same time. His hand almost sank in without pushing too hard, and Lucy let out a low moan.


    Watching this scene, Kate couldn''t resist. "Ahhh! If that''s how you''re going to do it, so am I!"


    With one swift movement, she took off her jacket and removed the white shirt she was wearing underneath. The bra she was wearing was black with lace, and her breasts were also quite large, though not as big as Lucy''s.


    "Lace? Were you ready for this?" Lucy teased her. Sear?h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "My mother gave me a collection of these when I turned sixteen, because she thought it would give me a better chance of finding a boyfriend."


    Kate, still very irritated by the situation, went around behind Lucy and stood to her right. It was then that she took Lucy''s left hand and placed his hand against her breast, touching it.


    "See, I can do that too!"


    Lucas''s hands were in heaven, and he was at a loss for words to describe or express what he was feeling. It was a mixture of excitement, happiness, strangeness, surprise and many more feelings.


    Wanting to be bolder than her best friend, Lucy put one of her hands behind her back and undid the latch on her bra, causing it to fall off.


    "I''m willing to go much further, Kate. What about you?" Lucy said, her breasts now showing.


    "I won''t lose!" Kate also took off her bra, which had a latch on the front.


    I don''t need to describe in any more detail what happened after that, do I? Three teenagers, an empty room, no one to disturb them and a snowstorm outside the room was the best possible combination for a night in which the three of them sweated a lot.


    Lucas, who thought he''d never use the systems skills for anything other than soccer, had to use the skills to catch his breath and fatigue a few times, and he learned just how big the libido of two teenage girls vying for the same man could be.


    Late in the morning, almost lunchtime, Lucas woke up. He opened his eyes sleepily, and saw that it hadn''t all been one big, long, wet dream.


    His two friends, Kate and Lucy, who were also best friends, were sharing the same sheet with him. Each of them was under one of his arms, which was in the middle of the bed.


    ''If this is a dream, please don''t wake me up...'' he thought, smiling, but then remembered that he had to choose one of them.


    Last night had been incredible, the best of both their lives. These girls had impressive breath. But that hadn''t made it any easier to decide between the two. In fact, it had made it even harder, because now he knew that there were different things that each of them was good at. Also, that night had only made his feelings for both of them grow even more. Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire


    While Lucas was thinking about this and looking at the two of them, he heard a grumble. When he looked to his right, he saw Lucy waking up. She blinked a few times, until her large, dark eyes opened and met his.


    "Good morning, Tanaka..." Lucy said and looked down.


    "Are you still going to call me that? Don''t tell me you''re still mad..."


    "Oh, no. I''m not angry anymore. Tanaka is just the nickname I gave you for something else." She said and one of her hands moved under the covers, grabbing Lucas''s member. "I know you must be thinking about your choice, but I think a decision like this is very difficult. As far as I''m concerned, you can take as long as you need and, in the meantime, the three of us will have fun together." She then put her head under the sheet.


    Apparently, from now on Lucas would have to train his physical endurance not only for soccer.

 Chapter 204 - 204: 203 - January 2

    Time seemed to pass like the blink of an eye. Since that intense Christmas night, Lucas, Lucy, Kate and they had maintained a close relationship as the days went on for the New Year. They saw each other. Always the three of them together.


    New Year''s Eve arrived with fireworks and laughter in Lucas''s room, and they enjoyed another intense night.


    And with the start of January, things were back to normal on the Seyek Institute campus and in Brighton, too.


    January 2 - Morning back at Brighton


    Lucas woke up early, grabbed his bag and, after a quick coffee, headed to Brighton''s training center.


    The weather was cold and dry, with a sharp breeze that made the grass look even less green. As he reached the changing room, he heard laughter and excited chatter from his teammates. sea??h th§× nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Look who''s here! Tanaka!" shouted Arthur, the team''s center forward, when he saw him cross the threshold.


    "Happy New Year!" Lucas replied with a broad smile.


    Arthur ran to hug him, closely followed by Raphael, who punched Lucas lightly on the shoulder.


    "How was your vacation, Lucas?" asked Raphael.


    Lucas knew he had to be careful with his words. What had happened between him, Lucy, and Kate was something he didn''t want to share.


    "Quiet." he replied with an enigmatic smile. "I''ve had a lot of rest and put my head together."


    "Oh, you''ve rested? I can''t believe it!" Anton, the team''s goalkeeper, entered the dressing room with a laugh. "Coach Jimenez said just now that you came in everyday before those heavy snow days, and that we should follow your example." Lucas laughed briefly.


    Lucas gave a short laugh. "And I really did! Unlike you, I can''t stay away from a camp for long."


    Felix approached, slung an arm around his neck, and gave him a close, analytical look.


    "Hmmm... You look different. Lighter. Something''s happened, but I will not push it." He winked.


    As the players continued to greet each other and swap stories about their vacation, Raphael approached with a mischievous expression.


    "Someone here doesn''t want to tell what they did on vacation..." He teased.


    "There''s nothing to tell, man. You know me. Movie, food and sleep." Lucas shrugged.


    "Sure, sure..." Raphael replied, pretending to believe.


    Daniel Riber and Luiz Fernando, the defenders, were sitting in a corner, watching the exchange of words with amused smiles.


    "Lucas, watch out for Raphael. He loves to get information and then tell everyone," warned Daniel, laughing.


    "Hey, I don''t do that!"


    "I''ll keep an eye out. Thanks for the tip." Lucas winked at Daniel.


    Shortly afterwards, Eddie entered the changing room, followed by Alex. The changing room immediately fell silent.


    "Well, it looks like you all enjoyed your vacation. Now it''s time to work! We''ve got a second semester ahead of us and I want to see everyone fit. Let''s get out on the pitch now!" Eddie ordered.


    All the players took to the pitch, excited to resume training.


    With the ball rolling, the sound of boots on the pitch, Eddie''s commands - Lucas forgot everything else.


    The first few minutes of training were a light warm-up, followed by muscle activities. Eddie and Alex needed to check how each of them was doing physically after these breaks.


    Eddie monitored every movement, while Alex corrected posture and gave precise instructions.


    "Tanaka, your speed has improved! What did you do during your vacation?" asked Alex, impressed with Lucas'' performance.


    "I trained at home during the blizzard."


    "You trained at home? What kind of training?" Alex asked and then he thought of something and blushed. "DON''T TELL ME! I DON''T WANT TO KNOW!"


    Lucas laughed as he watched the expression on his assistant''s face.


    Training continued to be intense throughout the morning, with physical and tactical challenges. When the muscle activation session was finally over, Eddie gave them a break to hydrate and catch their breath.


    "Boys! Now let''s get down to business!" Suddenly, Jimenez''s firm voice cut through the soft din of conversation. He had his hands in the pockets of his heavy coat as he walked towards the assembled players. "We have a game in two days for the Premier Youth League. I want to see how you''re doing after the break, then we''ll play a group game on a reduced pitch. No slacking off!"


    The players murmured to each other, exchanging excited glances.


    "I''m going to split you into two teams of six to keep up the intensity and avoid injuries," Jimenez explained. "Lucas, Willian, Arthur, Felix and Aidan from Team A. Anton will be the goalkeeper. Loki, Raphael, Miguel, Daniel and Luiz Fernando will be the B Team, with Mark in goal. I want to see intensity, quick passing and precise decisions."


    Lucas walked over to Willian and the two shook hands, a silent gesture of camaraderie and respect.


    "It seems fate wants us to play together again," Willian commented with a smile.


    "Better for us. And worse for them," Lucas replied, winking at his teammate.


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    Jimenez assembled the two teams in the center of the reduced pitch. "I want intensity, but no unfair tackles. We''ll use this game to test the rhythm and understanding of the attacking team on one side and the defending team on the other. Remember: there''s nothing more dangerous than an injury straight away."


    The players nodded, looking forward to the challenge.


    As soon as Jimenez blew the whistle, the game came to life.


    Lucas received the ball from Felix and drove it through the center, quickly analyzing the movement of his opponents. Loki advanced towards him, but Lucas dribbled quickly sideways and passed the ball to Aidan on the wing.


    Aidan returned the ball with precision to Lucas, who saw Willian breaking clear near the penalty area. With an accurate pass, Lucas put the ball into Willian''s feet. The striker quickly got to his feet and shot high, but Mark made a spectacular save to prevent the goal.


    "Good save, Mark!" Jimenez shouted from the sidelines.


    "Ow! They got to the goal with just a few passes." Kevin, the reserve defender, commented, standing next to Alex.


    Alex smiled. "It looks like they''re even hungrier to win than they were before the break. That''s good. In fact, very good. I think we can be Champions League winners if we carry on like this."

 Chapter 205 - 205: 204 - Under-20 Games

    Just like in high school or college, the weeks after the holidays would pass more quickly, one after the other, almost without a break. With so many important commitments, time was flying towards the big end goal.


    It was no different for Brighton. They were leading the Premier Youth League, trailing Chelsea, Manchester City, and Liverpool by three points.


    For the first time in their history, Brighton U20 had a real chance of overtaking much better-invested teams from the national youth scene. And the title only depended on them holding on to that three-point lead until the end. So every play was important, every game was a final.


    At the beginning of the year, some passionate Brighton fans were so excited about the U-20 team''s leadership of the national league they said the Premier Youth League was far more important than the Champions League and that the coaches should prioritize important pieces like Lucas Tanaka for the Premier Youth League games, playing with the reserve team in the Champions League.


    [@ExSoldierLv77: They should give more importance to the Premier League, because I want to laugh in the faces of the other teams'' youngsters!


    @SleepyGod: I want the Champions League title, but.... The knockout stage is completely different. Please win at least the Premier League!


    @Kattynix: This Brighton youth team is one of the best I''ve seen in the last 10 years. You need to win something to make that clear, so don''t do a disgrace and lose the Premier League. That would overshadow your performance so far.]


    Fortunately, coach Jimenez and assistant coach Eddie never listened to these fans. They knew very well that it was possible to win both championships with this team.


    But, in fact, rotating the team a bit and giving it the rest was essential for a team at the end of the season.


    For this reason, Jimenez always tried to make timely substitutions when they were winning games in the Premier Youth League and also in the Champions League.


    Sure, most of the players didn''t like being substituted, and this led to some friction over the weeks. But deep down, everyone understood it was necessary and agreed.


    So many weeks passed and on May 17, they arrived at the last moment they had been waiting for: the Champions Youth League final.


    The stage for the match would be none other than the majestic Wembley Stadium, packed with fans and with an electrifying atmosphere.


    The opponents? The dreaded Bayern Munich, a team full of young prospects from German, European and world soccer.


    But Brighton had also shown that they deserved to be there. Against all expectations at the start of the season, they had reached the final, beating European soccer giants such as Real Madrid, AC Milan and Juventus, and were now one game away from eternal glory.


    In the Brighton dressing room, some players were sitting on the bench, staring at the ground, others were tapping their feet rhythmically to ease their anxiety.


    The sound of the fans outside intensified, making everyone''s heart beat faster.


    It was the first time these players would play in a packed, iconic stadium like this one.


    Arthur and Daniel, sitting nearby, watched Lucas Tanaka, who was more serious than usual.


    "He''s very focused today." Arthur whispered to Daniel, adjusting his shin guards.


    "More than usual." Daniel agreed, glancing at Lucas, who was finishing tying his boots without saying a word.


    "I think he really wants to win this title." Arthur said, resting his elbows on his knees.


    Lucas, for his part, didn''t even notice the surrounding conversations. His mind was stuck in a moment from three days ago.


    The television in the changing room at the training center was broadcasting news about the final when, suddenly, an unexpected announcement captured his attention.


    "Last minute: because of an injury sustained in training, Joshua Zirkzee of the Bayern Munich Under-20s cannot take part in the final. In his place, the German team has signed up promising youngster Tsuyoshi Nishida, a highly talented Japanese center-forward who recently joined Bayern''s first team. Inside sources say that the club didn''t want this, because they were counting on Nishida to be Lewandowski''s backup at the end of the season, but Nishida insisted on playing in the final. That''s what I call hunger for titles!"


    Lucas''s eyes widened. He knew that name better than anyone.


    Nishida wasn''t just a promising youngster from Japan. He was his childhood best friend and former club teammate.


    As children, they had dreamed of one day facing each other as rivals in a big game. But Lucas never imagined that this moment would come so soon.


    A mixture of emotions quickly replaced the initial shock. Excitement, nostalgia and a heaviness in his chest. S§×arch* The ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Nishida was someone who knew his soccer like no one else, and Lucas knew that this would be no ordinary match.


    Even so, Lucas took a deep breath and raised his head. It was time to focus. He looked at his teammates, who were trying to contain their nervousness. He knew that, as team captain, he had to lead them.


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    "Guys, I know we''re nervous. I know this is the biggest game of our lives so far. But we''re not here for nothing. We fought for this moment." He said as he stood up, drawing everyone''s attention. "We''ve worked hard to be in this final. Now is the time to show what we''re made of. Let''s go in there and make history."


    "That''s it! Let''s play like we know how!"


    "We can''t let this chance slip away!" Javier added.


    "We''ve beaten teams as strong as Bayern! We can beat them!"


    Coach Jimenez entered the room with a proud look on his face: "Boys, this final belongs to you. Everything we''ve done so far has brought us to this moment. Take to the field with determination, respect your opponents, but remember: no one wants this victory more than we do. Now finish preparing. We''re going to war."


    The Brighton players looked at each other and nodded. That was it. The moment was now.


    Lucas closed his eyes for a moment, visualizing the pitch, the crowd, and then Nishida''s face. He cracked a small smile.


    It was time for the Champions League final.

 Chapter 206 - 206: 205 - Wembley Stadium

    The corridor leading to the Wembley pitch was noisy. You could hear the echo of the players'' steady footsteps and the sounds of the fans outside.


    Just a few minutes before the start of their warm-up, the youngsters from Brighton and Bayern Munich were preparing to enter one of soccer''s most hallowed grounds.


    Lucas Tanaka took a deep breath. The weight of the moment was present in every sped up beat of his heart. But something else was on his mind: he was about to meet his best friend again.


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    Tsuyoshi Nishida walked with a confident countenance, his chin held high. The young Japanese wore the Bayern Munich cloak with imposing grace, as if he had been a member of professional soccer for years. His physique was impressive, with well-defined muscles and a posture that exuded self-confidence. The number 9 on his back confirmed his new role in the German team: the leader of the attack.


    Nishida noticed Lucas immediately. A smile appeared on his face, but it wasn''t just any smile. It was that defiant smile of someone who was about to enter a high-level fight and knew that his opponent was worthy.


    Nishida stopped a few steps away from him, tilting his head slightly to the side, assessing his friend as if he were an opponent in a game of chess.


    "Tanaka..." Nishida said.


    "Nishida..." Lucas replied in the same tone, holding his gaze.


    For a moment, neither of them moved. Time seemed to have frozen around them. But then Nishida laughed, breaking the moment of tension, and held out his hand.


    "I knew you''d go far in this championship, but I didn''t think fate would let us face each other so soon. Crazy fate, huh?" Nishida commented as Lucas shook his hand firmly.


    Lucas laughed. "Yeah, I didn''t expect our promise to come true so quickly, either. But I couldn''t ask for a better scenario. Wembley, Champions Youth League final... It''s like it was written."


    Nishida nodded. "And you know I didn''t get on this plane from Germany to lose, right?"


    Lucas let out a short laugh. "I expected nothing less from you. But know that this trophy will be mine."


    Bayern''s No. 9 took a step forward, narrowing his eyes. "We''ll see. Because I will not hold back Tanaka. I want to win. I want to prove that I''m the best. I want to score in this game and I want to lift this cup."


    Nishida was always like that - ambitious, competitive to the last second. He was a player who dreamed big and worked even harder to achieve his goals. His personality was reminiscent of Cristiano Ronaldo''s, a true obsessive for victory, for glory, for excellence.


    "And you think I''m going to hold back? It doesn''t matter how much you''ve evolved, Nishida. You know I''ll always be there to stop you."


    The Japanese striker raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "We''ll see then. Just don''t cry after the game, Tanaka."


    Lucas laughed. "I should say the same to you."


    The two of them stood there for a few more seconds, their handshake slowly dissolving. It was a unique moment. On the one hand, the inevitable rivalry between two great Japanese talents. On the other, the mutual respect and friendship they had built up over the years.


    Around them, the other Brighton and Bayern players just watched, some curious, others trying to understand the significance of this reunion.


    Arthur and Willian exchanged glances, realizing that the Bayern Munich No9 was someone special to Lucas.


    The referee then approached, calling for the teams to line up. It was time to take the field.


    Nishida lightly punched Lucas on the shoulder before walking away. "Don''t let me down, Tanaka. I want a game worthy of our history."


    Lucas nodded. "The same goes for you. Let''s see who comes out on top."


    And with that, the two went their separate ways. The heat of rivalry and friendship burned in their chests. Whatever happened that night, they knew they were about to write a new chapter in the history of youth soccer.


    [Skill <Champion System> activated].


    [The mission "The last step of the second chance" has been granted].


    [Main Mission: The last step of the second chance


    Description: After this game, you will receive several offers from many teams. Winning or losing will determine whether the offers are from relevant teams in European soccer. Reaching a Champions Youth League final doesn''t mean you''ll be a significant player in the future, but it defines the team you''ll go to when you turn professional.


    Goal: Win this training game by standing out a lot.


    Rewards:


    +10,000 Star Points].


    As Lucas watched this screen, he was entering the pitch with his team. The stadium was an unforgettable spectacle. The vibrant colors of the stands, the passionate chants and the magnitude of the occasion sent a chill down the spine of every player on the pitch.


    In the center of the pitch, the captains of the two teams positioned themselves for the ball and field draw.


    Brighton''s Lucas Tanaka and Bayern Munich''s Lars Lukas Mai exchanged firm glances as the referee tossed the coin into the air.


    Fate chose: Brighton would start with the ball.


    Lucas Tanaka walked to the halfway line in midfield and took a deep breath. His eyes rose to a few meters ahead, where Nishida was staring at him with a slight smile still on his lips. They were anxious.


    Arthur positioned himself next to Lucas, jumping slightly to keep warm. He looked at his friend and noticed his serious expression.


    "You''re very focused today, huh? Not that that''s a bad thing, but you seem more serious than usual."


    Lucas didn''t reply. His gaze was fixed on Nishida. His best friend. His rival. It wasn''t just the Champions Youth League final that was at stake. It was a special chapter in their history. He remembered the past, when they still played together in Japan, the day they promised to face each other as rivals one day. And that day had come.


    He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the system''s notifications in his mind. The mission was clear. This was the last step of his second chance. His performance here would define the course of his career.


    Lucas opened his eyes. The referee looked at both teams and raised his whistle to his lips.


    Piii!


    Arthur rolled the ball lightly to Lucas, who gave a quick flick to Javier. The game began.

 Chapter 207 - 207: 206 - Champions League Final (Part 1)

    The ball rolled from Arthur''s feet to Lucas, who quickly played it to Javier. That was the start of the 2017-18 Champions Youth League final. S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    From the first touch, everyone realized this was no ordinary game. The ball glided differently across the pitch because of Wembley''s great turf, which was nothing like the pitches at the training centers where they used to play. In addition, Lucas'' heart was pounding, but he wasn''t the only one.


    His teammates were feeling the pressure of playing in a legendary stadium, surrounded by thousands of fans who turned the atmosphere into something almost suffocating.


    Felix, the Brighton midfielder, received a pass from Javier and immediately felt the difference in pace. Two Bayern players went to press him, forcing him to speed up his touch to Raphael on the left wing. The No. 11 tried to advance, but was pressured by Alexander Nitzl who, with a precise tackle, stole the ball and started a fast counter-attack.


    Bayern Munich was strong, both physically and technically.


    Lars Lukas Mai, the team captain, led the defense, organizing his teammates with firm commands.


    Lucas spotted Nishida running into the box and then receiving a pass from Torben Rhein. The Japanese player masterfully controlled the ball and turned quickly, leaving Luiz Fernando behind before unleashing a low shot.


    Anton, Brighton''s excellent goalkeeper, dived to make a difficult save. The ball deflected off his arm and out for a corner.


    Bayern''s first attack showed the danger that Lucas and his teammates would face that night. If they weren''t careful, in the blink of an eye, whether it was a steal of the ball or a cross on this play, the Bayern players would use Nishida''s great finishing ability to end this game.


    Arthur, close to Lucas at one point, muttered: "These guys are monsters."


    Lucas nodded, watching Nishida, who was now walking towards the box to position himself for the corner. His friend had come a long way since they played together in Japan. He had always been talented, but Lucas could sense that Nishida was much stronger, faster, and more technical than he had ever been.


    The promise they had made years ago was finally coming true.


    Seven years ago...


    In the heat of a summer afternoon in their small town, two boys were running across a field of short grass. Their T-shirts were soaked with sweat, but they didn''t stop.


    Lucas Tanaka and Tsuyoshi Nishida played as if the world depended on that moment.


    "You''ll never stop me, Tanaka!" Nishida shouted, dribbling with speed.


    Lucas smiled, gliding across the pitch and stealing the ball with a perfect dribble. Nishida sat up, looking at his friend with a surprised expression before bursting into laughter.


    "I told you not to always brag!" Lucas laughed.


    "When we grow up, we''ll definitely play in Europe," Nishida said, holding out his hand to stand up with Lucas''s help. "And one day, we''ll be rivals in a final."


    Lucas squeezed his friend''s hand in agreement. "And I won''t let you win."


    That brought them to this moment... The present. Wembley. Brighton against Bayern.


    Meritan Shabani took the corner with a dangerous turn into the box. Nishida rose high, his header timing impeccable. He hit it on target, but Daniel Riber was on the line to block the shot with his knee and send it forward.


    Lucas, who never stayed inside the box to defend, saw the ball coming towards him. However, when he looked at his teammates, he saw Loki was running too.


    If Loki picked up the ball and passed it to Lucas, a promising counter-attack would be formed. So that''s what Lucas did, and he just ran forward to get the ball early.


    Loki also saw the opportunity and didn''t hesitate. With a strong, low pass, he sent the ball to Lucas, who was already advancing at speed through the middle of the pitch.


    As soon as he felt the touch of the ball, Lucas raised his head and saw a vast space in front of him.


    The Bayern players had gone too high for the corner kick, and now was the perfect chance for Brighton to counter-attack.


    Lucas ran with the ball stuck to his feet, feeling the wind cut across his face as the deafening sound of the crowd filled Wembley. An unconscious smile appeared on his lips. Soccer... This was the moment he had always dreamed of. A legendary stadium, a Champions Youth League final, a perfect counter-attack in his hands.


    But then something happened.


    A shadow appeared in front of him, moving with surreal speed and the sensation was like a tape rewinding.


    "Why are you smiling, Tanaka?"


    Lucas blinked, surprised, and in an instant, he heard Nishida''s voice.


    The narrators were surprised. "What''s that?! A second ago, Nishida was inside the Brighton box to head the corner, and now he''s with Lucas on the counter-attack!!!"


    "That''s incredible! He''s run the length of the pitch in a matter of seconds and is already catching up with Lucas Tanaka!" exclaimed one commentator.


    Lucas''s eyes widened, but he didn''t have long to react. Nishida launched himself at him, using his body to push him away and steal the ball. The impact was brutal. Lucas felt Nishida''s force slamming into him like a freight train, and his left leg sank into the turf.


    However, he had already activated a skill.


    <Titanic Weight>!


    Instead of being pushed, it was Nishida who felt the shock. His eyes widened as he realized it was as if he had hit an insurmountable wall.


    But Nishida was no ordinary player. Even though Lucas weighed as much as 150 kg, he threw him slightly off balance. Lucas sensed the danger of falling with this weight and deactivated the skill just before he fell. At the last moment, before he lost his balance, he made a long, low pass forward to Raphael on the left wing.


    Raphael, who has always been one of Brighton''s fastest players, shot before the ball even arrived.


    The pass was perfect, bringing him face to face with the Bayern goalkeeper.


    That was a shot that defined finals. Raphael knew it. His heart was racing, his mind recalling all the moments that had brought him to this point. From the grueling training sessions to the games in which he excelled, everything had led him to this moment. This is what he fought for to stay in the starting line-up.


    He could hit a shot into the corner, as he had done so many times. He could try a placed shot, looking for precision. But then he remembered.


    ''Lucas...''


    In one of the recent games, Lucas scored a brilliant goal. A perfect dig over the opposing goalkeeper, and Raphael remembered how everyone had been impressed by his coolness. If Lucas could do it, so could he.


    Without a second thought, Raphael chose the dig. He approached the ball, and with a light touch from below, lifted it over the goalkeeper.


    Time slowed down as he dodged the goalkeeper. The ball was traveling, and Bayern''s goalkeeper was already beaten, and the net seemed destined to bulge.


    But then... Lars Lukas Mai appeared at the last moment. He recovered from the play and, with a shot in the air, cleared the ball off the line!


    The fans erupted in mixed reactions - the Bayern fans cheered at the heroic save, while the Brighton fans threw their hands up in disbelief.


    This game had started in the best possible way. With chances for both sides.

 Chapter 208 - 208: 207 - Champions League Final (Part 2)

    The noise of the fans echoed through Wembley like a storm, an incessant roar that filled the air with adrenaline. It was unlike anything they had ever seen.


    Raphael put his hands on his knees for a moment in disbelief. He had seen the ball flying towards the goal, feeling that his touch was perfect. But then, Lars Lukas Mai, Bayern''s captain, appeared like lightning to save his team.


    Lucas Tanaka wasted no time regretting the missed chance. In his mind, that shot was already in the past. He raised his head and shouted to his teammates,


    "Let''s go! High pressure!"


    Brighton wouldn''t let Bayern breathe.


    Lukas Mai, still catching his breath from the monumental effort, tried to command the ball. After receiving a pass back, he passed it shortly to Torben Rhein, who immediately sensed Javier''s pressing presence. Brighton''s Spanish midfielder had a fierce expression, his eyes fixed on the ball like a predator hunting its prey.


    Torben Rhein, however, was an indifferent player. With a subtle touch, he deceived Javier and turned the other way, finding Meritan Shabani free through the middle. But before he could make a longer pass, Felix appeared like lightning, gliding across the pitch and intercepting the pass with an outstretched leg.


    Lucas saw the ball coming and ran to catch it, but felt a shadow approaching. Nishida, again. His old friend was playing as if he were on a smaller pitch, covering absurd distances in a few seconds.


    "Are you still hesitating, Tanaka?" Nishida teased, sliding in next to Lucas, trying to steal the ball.


    But Lucas would not fall for this mind game. He shielded the ball with his body and, before Nishida could force a tackle, turned on his left leg and played a quick pass to Arthur, who was already on the run.


    Arthur showed his speed and strength. He controlled the ball, used his body to push Nitzl away and advanced towards the edge of the box.


    He had options. He could shoot directly or open up for Miguel, who came speeding in from the right. Arthur took a chance. He shot hard, aiming for goalkeeper Christian Fr¨¹chtl''s bottom left-hand corner.


    Fr¨¹chtl, however, was an elite goalkeeper for Bayern''s under-19s. He stretched, so his fingers reached the ball and ended up deflecting it for a corner.


    Arthur took a breath. He wanted that goal, but he knew that a goalkeeper of that level wouldn''t be beaten easily.


    Lucas ran to get the ball. He felt the pressure of the match growing. Every touch seemed decisive, every mistake could be costly. He picked up the ball and looked at Javier, who was approaching to take the corner.


    "Send it to the far post. I''ll pull it back for you," Lucas said.


    Javier nodded and raised his left arm, signaling the play.


    The corner was taken perfectly. The ball traveled in a great arc to the second post, where Felix and Luiz Fernando were preparing for the header. But Nishida once again leapt high, clearing the ball away with a firm header. It fell to Shabani, who immediately shot forward.


    It was a Bayern counter-attack.


    Brighton was exposed. Raphael and Luiz Fernando tried to run back, but Bayern was lethal. Torben Rhein dominated and released Nishida, who shot through the middle.


    Lucas saw Nishida running and knew it would be difficult to hold him off. He picked up his pace and ran alongside his childhood friend.


    Nishida tried to pull away, but Lucas used his body to make it difficult for him to pass.


    "Is that all you''ve got?" Nishida taunted, trying to throw Lucas off balance.


    But Lucas was already ready. He calculated the right moment and, with a subtle touch, disarmed Nishida and regained possession.


    The crowd erupted in shouts of surprise. Lucas Tanaka, Brighton''s maestro, had just neutralized Bayern''s fastest attacker.


    But he didn''t have time to celebrate. He picked up the ball and laid it off to Javier, who immediately passed to Miguel. Brighton was off on another attack.


    The game had only just begun.


    Brighton rotated the ball patiently, looking for the right moment to attack.


    Lucas Tanaka, his mind sharp and his eyes scanning the field like a strategist thanks to his <Risk Analysis> skill, noticed a small gap in Bayern''s defense. He raised his hand discreetly to Javier, who understood the message immediately.


    Javier controlled the ball in midfield and, in one swift movement, spun around his marker before firing a precise pass to Miguel on the right wing.


    The Brighton winger received it, cut inside with a dry touch and realized there was space to advance.


    The fans held their breath. Bayern''s defense reorganized quickly, with Lars Lukas Mai shouting orders to his teammates. But Miguel didn''t hesitate. He looked into the area and saw Lucas suddenly sneaking in between the defenders. The idea struck him like a bolt from the blue.


    This was it.


    Miguel swung his body around and, with a perfect touch, crossed the ball effectively into the penalty area. The trajectory was dangerous, falling in the area where only someone with skill and courage could reach it.


    Lucas ran towards the shot, but he spotted a problem. Bayern''s defenders were tall and dominated the aerial game. If he tried to play physically, he would lose. But then, in an instant of clarity, he remembered Nishida.


    His old childhood friend.


    Of their rivalry.


    How Nishida jumped as if he was defying gravity.


    And it was at that moment that Lucas decided. He activated the skill that always surprised not only his opponents, but everyone on the pitch when he used it.


    <Stellar Impulse>!


    The sensation was overwhelming. When his feet touched the turf one last time before the jump, Lucas felt a surreal impulse. Like a rocket, he took off.


    The Bayern defenders'' eyes went wide. The crowd at Wembley couldn''t believe what they were seeing, and the online chat went wild.


    Lucas Tanaka, a midfielder not known for his height, rose higher than any other player on the pitch. His body hovered in the air for an instant that seemed eternal. He surpassed Lars Lukas Mai, surpassed Alexander Nitzl. He was up there, where only staunch champions reached.


    The ball met his forehead, and the impact resounded like thunder as Lucas directed his header perfectly into the opposite corner of the Fr¨¹chtl goal.


    The stadium exploded.


    The net rattled violently. The Brighton fans went wild. The announcers lost their breath.


    "UNBELIEVABLE! LUCAS TANAKA! IT DEFIES LOGIC! HOW DID HE GET SO HIGH? GOOOOOOAAAAALLLL!!! IT''S LUCAS TANAKA, IT''S BRIGHTON! TO OPEN THE SCORING!"


    Lucas landed on the pitch with a wild grin, his lungs burning, his heart hammering. S§×arch* The n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    His teammates came running, and within seconds, he was buried in hugs and euphoric shouts.


    On the other side of the pitch, Nishida watched the scene with a broad smile. He wasn''t frustrated. On the contrary. He felt a chill run down his spine.


    ''So, finally... you''ve used the skill you copied from me, Tanaka.''

 Chapter 209 - 209: 208 - Champions League Final (Part 3)

    Lucas Tanaka''s goal set Wembley alight. The stands shook with the roar of Brighton''s fans, while Bayern Munich wasted no time putting the ball back at the center of the pitch.


    But no one on the German team seemed shaken.


    Nishida got up from the pitch with a calculated smile. His eyes met Lucas''s briefly, and without a word, he conveyed a clear message with that sharp gaze.


    ''We''re not done yet.''


    The game restarted, and Bayern immediately took possession. Nishida received the ball on the first touch. Felix and Javier rushed in to press him, but something felt off. Nishida didn''t hesitate, nor did he seem the least bit troubled by the pressure.


    That''s when the nightmare began.


    With a light touch, he slipped past Felix and accelerated with frightening speed. Javier lunged to intercept, but Nishida slipped the ball between his legs with effortless ease.


    It was an absurd sight.


    "What is this?! Nishida is single-handedly tearing through Brighton''s midfield!" the commentator exclaimed, as the analysts struggled to make sense of what they were witnessing.


    Sensing imminent danger, defenders Luiz Fernando and Daniel Riber quickly retreated. In goal, Anton was already shouting instructions, but Nishida didn''t seem to care.


    Lucas sprinted toward his friend and rival. He knew Nishida better than anyone on the pitch. If he didn''t stop this monster, who would?


    Nishida smirked. "Come on, Tanaka."


    Lucas closed in, blocking any possible breakthrough. But Nishida had already planned his next move. He feinted right, and just as Lucas reacted, he spun in the opposite direction with flawless precision.


    Lucas barely had time to process what had happened. Nishida was never known for his dribbling. What had he done over the past few months to evolve this much?


    Like a ghost, Nishida slipped past him and now faced Brighton''s two defenders.


    Time seemed to slow down.


    Daniel Riber stepped up, trying to block any shot, but Nishida took a subtle touch forward, evading him with ease.


    Luiz Fernando, in desperation, lunged for the ball.


    But Nishida had already finished.


    With a powerful left-footed strike, the ball rocketed through the air like a missile and slammed into the back of the net.


    Goal.


    Bayern Munich''s equalizer, just moments after Brighton''s breakthrough.


    The German fans erupted, while Nishida simply turned and walked back to midfield, fixing Lucas with that same enigmatic smile.


    "We''re even now, aren''t we, Tanaka?"


    Nishida''s goal was a gut punch. Moments ago, Wembley had been filled with Brighton''s triumphant cheers. Now, it roared with the celebration of the German supporters.


    On the Brighton bench, a heavy silence settled. Eddie crossed his arms, frowning. He glanced at Jimenez, who, despite his calm expression, couldn''t completely hide his frustration.


    "That kid''s a monster..." Alex muttered, shaking his head.


    "Nishida?" Kader asked, drumming his fingers against the clipboard he was holding. "That''s no surprise. But the way he tore through our midfield¡­ it was like he knew exactly how each player would react." S§×arch* The n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Jimenez finally broke the silence. "Our biggest problem now is that Bayern will use this goal as a springboard to press even harder. They know Nishida can tear us apart if we don''t take action."


    Eddie nodded. "Felix and Javier need more support in the middle. Maybe Loki pushing up so high is leaving too many gaps."


    Alex flipped through his notes. "But if we sit too deep, they''ll pin us back and turn this into a massacre."


    Jimenez ran a hand through his hair. "Right. Let''s stay calm. Let''s see how the team reacts before making any changes."


    On the pitch, Lucas stood in the center circle, hands on his hips. He watched as Nishida strolled back to his side of the field, as if this were just a casual summer friendly.


    "Now we''re even, right, Tanaka?" Nishida repeated.


    Arthur walked up beside Lucas and muttered, "Are you sure this guy''s your friend? Because he looks like he''s having way too much fun destroying us."


    Lucas let out a dry chuckle. "That''s just how he is. Always has been."


    Daniel Riber kicked the turf in frustration. "Damn it, I should''ve blocked that shot..."


    Luiz Fernando placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It wasn''t your fault. This guy is on another level."


    The game resumed, and tension spread through the Brighton squad. They knew Bayern would push to capitalize on their momentum.


    Felix, who had been left behind in Nishida''s buildup to the goal, clenched his fists and took a more aggressive stance. He locked eyes with Lucas and gave a firm nod. "I won''t let him get past me again."


    Lucas understood how everyone felt. This was more than just a match¡ªit was proof that they belonged on this stage.


    Loki received the ball on the right wing and surged forward with confidence. Brighton needed to respond quickly. He found Javier, who turned sharply and played a quick pass to Lucas.


    Lucas controlled it and immediately felt Nishida''s presence closing in like a shadow. This time, he was ready. He wouldn''t wait for Nishida to make the first move.


    With a swift touch, Lucas escaped the pressure and accelerated through the middle. Raphael and Miguel were already making their runs down the flanks, but Nishida was still on him, pressing.


    This time, Lucas shifted his body and flicked the ball through Nishida''s legs with a backheel pass. Nishida spun quickly, but Lucas was already past him.


    It was his turn to strike back.


    He surged forward, searching for the perfect pass. He spotted Raphael in position and sent a precise ball to his feet.


    Raphael raised his head, remembering his earlier mistake. Then he noticed Miguel arriving at the far post and decided to play it across.


    Poor choice.


    Bayern''s defensive leader, Lars Lukas Mai, had read the play perfectly. He lunged into a sliding challenge, intercepting the pass. The ball deflected off his leg and bounced into the air before being cleared away by Angelo Stiller.


    Bayern''s counterattack was already in motion.


    They played like a disciplined army ¡ª no room for error. Every misplaced pass, every poor decision, was punished mercilessly. And this time was no different.


    Nishida, who had dropped back into midfield, received Stiller''s pass and, without hesitation, launched a first-time ball to Jeong Woo-yeong on the left flank.


    The South Korean winger burst forward like an arrow, pursued by Loki, who was desperately trying to keep up.


    Lucas sprinted back, trying to cut off the play. Felix and Javier were also scrambling to get back. Brighton''s defense was in disarray, still recovering from Raphael''s mistake.


    Daniel Riber shouted for Luiz Fernando to hold the defensive line, but there was no time to reorganize.


    Woo-yeong, still under pressure from Loki, spotted Nishida making a late run through the middle. He cut inside and sent a sharp pass his way.


    Nishida controlled it instantly, raising his head to analyze the space.


    With an effortless touch, he threaded the ball between Brighton''s defenders, finding Oliver Batista Meier at the edge of the box.


    Anton rushed off his line, trying to close the angle.


    Batista Meier took one touch to set up his shot ¡ª and unleashed a thunderous left-footed strike.


    The ball cannoned off the crossbar!


    A brief moment of relief.


    But only a moment.


    Because the rebound fell straight to Nishida.

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    The rebound fell to Nishida. He didn''t even have to think about it. It was in his blood. Nishida adjusted his body and prepared his shot with the coolness of someone who knew the outcome even before the ball left his boot.


    Anton''s eyes widened, and he was desperate to stop the earlier goal, but he was out of position. The whole of Brighton seemed immobile, as if their fate had already been sealed.


    Nishida was whole on the ball. Well, almost whole.


    The impact of his shot came before the ball hit the goal. A figure appeared between Nishida and the goal, without hesitation, without fear, as if it had been waiting for that moment. Nishida''s shot exploded against Aidan''s body, who threw himself in front of the ball without worrying about the consequences.


    Nishida took half a step back, his eyes narrowing slightly.


    Aidan, still on the ground, looked up and gave a crooked smile as the ball sailed wide.


    "Not this time."


    He stood up slowly, massaging the spot where the ball had hit him. His body protested, but he didn''t seem to care. His eyes were fixed on Nishida, who, for a moment, seemed to measure the scene in front of him as a fresh problem to be solved.


    Raphael rushed to Aidan''s side and slapped him on the back.


    "Nice block," he muttered, trying to hide the relief in his voice.


    But Lucas didn''t allow himself to breathe a sigh of relief. He saw Nishida take a deep breath, absorbing the moment. It was a mistake to underestimate him. Nishida had always been the type to learn from every move, every reaction of his opponent. That wasn''t a simple block for him; it was a piece on the board changing places.


    Brighton tried to reorganize their defence while Bayern restarted the move with a throw-in and then rotating the ball from side to side, looking for a new gap.


    Nishida kept moving, orbiting the game.


    Lucas couldn''t afford to watch him any longer than necessary. He had to act.


    At some point, Brighton regained possession in midfield, with Felix stealing a crucial ball from Stiller. Without thinking twice, he pushed it out to Lucas, who was already turning his body before the pass even arrived. Nishida spotted the movement and advanced immediately, but Lucas had already sent a long pass to Miguel on the right.


    Miguel ran as if he were fleeing a predator, feeling Angulo Stiller''s footsteps behind him. He hesitated for a second, and that second was enough for the Bayern defender to brush against his shoulder, enough to mess up his balance. But Miguel didn''t fall. There was no point in falling and trying to risk a foul... Wait... Was it worth it?


    Until several weeks ago, there hadn''t been a great free-kick taker in the Brighton team. Felix took a few, Miguel and Lucas too, but it was all about scoring.


    However, in recent weeks and matches, Lucas has been offering more and more danger and even scored a goal in a recent match.


    It was worth taking a chance.


    Miguel exaggerated the impact slightly and collapsed to the turf. The whistle blew loud and clear. sea??h th§× N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Foul for Brighton!" exclaimed the referee, who was quickly surrounded by Bayern players who tried to explain that the force used was not enough to bring Miguel down.


    The referee, however, was undeterred.


    It was in a dangerous position, slightly to the right of the edge of the penalty area.


    Lucas walked slowly to the ball, feeling the weight of all the stares. He noticed Nishida further back, watching him intently, his dark eyes sharp as blades. Lucas bent down, adjusted the ball calmly, and inhaled deeply.


    "Are you going to hit it straight or cross?" Raphael asked, positioning himself next to Lucas.


    Lucas put a hand in front of his mouth, but didn''t let it go too far. He wanted to fool his opponents.


    "I''m going to cross..."


    Lucas''s eyes traveled over the goal, the two players at the barrier and also the people huddled in the area, the position of goalkeeper Fr¨¹chtl, in the distance. He remembered all the hours he had spent after training, taking free-kicks alone, with only the artificial light of the pitch and Eddie''s voice echoing from afar:


    "If you want to be decisive, Tanaka, you need to take responsibility. The team needs to trust that you can decide when it''s necessary."


    He looked at Felix, who was a little further back, ready for any detour. He looked at Luiz Fernando, who was waiting attentively on the edge of the box, and at Arthur, surrounded by two defenders, just waiting for what would come next. All eyes were on him. It was his golden chance.


    He took two steps back and closed his eyes for a moment. An old memory surfaced.


    - Japan, Summer 2012 -


    The sun beat down hard on their skin as Lucas and Nishida stood alone on the field after their elementary school soccer club practice.


    The pitch still smelled of the morning''s rain, and the shouts of classmates who had already left were lost in the distance.


    "Lucas, if we played against each other one day, do you think you could beat me?" Nishida asked, settling a ball on the ground, ready to take a free-kick.


    Lucas smiled. "Of course. I''m the brains of this team, remember?"


    Nishida laughed. "Then prove it to me." He shot the ball with a perfect arc, making it skim the crossbar before falling into the goal. "Your turn. If one day we''re in a final, and you get a free-kick like that... Will you be able to score?"


    At the time, Lucas felt he could never take a free-kick like Nishida. Controlling the force of the kick and accuracy seemed like a supernatural ability to him. But it wasn''t.


    - Back to the present, January 2018 -


    Lucas opened his eyes and found Nishida staring directly at him from the middle of the barrier.


    Nishida knew this move could decide everything.


    The referee blew his whistle. Lucas went forward and hit the underside of the ball so that it would rise. In fact, it did and went into the top left-hand corner. However, for a few seconds, the ball looked like it was obviously going out. There was no way that such a high ball would suddenly come down, right? Wrong!


    Thanks to the ball''s rotation effect, it only fell when goalkeeper Fr¨¹cht could no longer catch it. As a result, the ball hit the crossbar near the top left corner and went into the goal, which made the whole of Wembley Stadium tremble.

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    The stadium erupted in screams. The sound echoed through Wembley like a deafening wave, and for a moment, Lucas felt that the entire universe had stopped.


    The match announcer, his voice shaking with emotion, shouted into the microphone:


    "GOOOOOOL! BRIGHTON''S GOAL! LUCAS TANAKA! WHAT A SPECTACULAR STRIKE! A MASTERPIECE AT WEMBLEY STADIUM!"


    "That''s unbelievable!" The broadcaster added. "Brighton are ahead of Bayern Munich in the final of the U-20 Champions League more form! And what a way to score! Tanaka put the ball exactly where he wanted it, into the corner! Fr¨¹chtl didn''t even move! That''s two goals for him, the team''s attacking midfielder! You can''t say he doesn''t deserve a call-up to the Japan national team at this age!"


    Lucas felt his body being pulled violently as Raphael jumped on his back, shouting in his ear. Arthur, Miguel and the others arrived soon after, and within seconds, all the Brighton players were around him, hugging him, shaking his shoulders, shouting with euphoria.


    He opened his eyes and saw the stadium screen replaying the shot in slow motion. The exact moment when the ball hit the crossbar before falling into the goal.


    On the bench, Jimenez punched the air with a hoarse cry, while Eddie smiled discreetly.


    In the stands, among the thousands of fans, a woman with watery eyes covered her mouth with trembling hands. Ayumi Tanaka, Lucas'' mother, felt her heart racing in a way it hadn''t for years. Next to her, John Tanaka, Lucas'' father, was crying and pointing to the others.


    "THAT''S MY SON! THAT''S MY SON! LUCAASSSS!!!"


    His eyes shone with pride. He had always known that his son was talented and knew that he was doing well in England, but seeing that moment live was something that surpassed all expectations.


    Among them, Hana, Lucas''s little sister, was jumping up and down in her chair, holding a Brighton scarf that was too big for her.


    "Onii-chan scored! He scored!" she shouted, tugging on her mother''s sleeve.


    Ayumi, still emotional, hugged her daughter and looked at her husband, sharing a smile that said more than words could express.


    On the pitch, while the Brighton players were still celebrating, Lucas looked up at the stands and found his family. Seeing their faces beaming with happiness, he felt a wave of gratitude and love that almost brought him to tears.


    But there was no time to get too emotional. The game wasn''t over yet, and Bayern Munich was a formidable opponent.


    When the referee blew the whistle to restart the match, Lucas ran back to his position, his heart still beating fast. He knew he had to stay focused.


    Bayern, determined to level the score, pushed forward with full force. The German midfielder drove the ball expertly, dribbling past two Brighton players before passing to Tsuyoshi Nishida.


    Nishida, the young Japanese prodigy and childhood friend of Lucas, received the ball deftly. For a moment, their eyes met, and a series of memories flooded Lucas'' mind. But all that didn''t matter.


    Lucas watched Nishida advance with the ball. He was well aware of his friend''s abilities and knew it wouldn''t be easy to stop him.


    Nishida dribbled past a Brighton defender and prepared to shoot. Lucas, anticipating the move, ran towards him. At the last moment, he stretched out his leg and deflected the ball away, preventing the equalizer.


    Both men fell to the ground after the shot. Nishida got up first and held out his hand to Lucas, helping him to his feet.


    "You''ve always been quick, Lucas," said Nishida with a smile.


    "And you''ve always been unpredictable, Tsuyoshi," Lucas replied, smiling back.


    Just then, surprisingly, the referee looked at his watch and blew the whistle. End of the first half!


    "What?" Nishida and Tanaka asked in unison.


    The first half was so busy and passed so quickly that they didn''t notice the time passing. S§×ar?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The Brighton players walked towards the dressing room, some with restrained smiles, others with expressions of deep concentration.


    Lucas Tanaka, scorer of the goal that put his team ahead, still had his heart racing.


    In the dressing room, the atmosphere was a mixture of excitement and focus.


    Coach Jimenez was waiting near the tactical board, while assistant Eddie was handing out bottles of water and towels to the players.


    "Listen up, lads," began the coach, looking directly at each of the players. "We''re playing well so far, but we need more defensive consistency. Bayern is a dangerous team and we can''t give them any space. We need to take advantage of the fact that we''re ahead and try to keep it that way."


    Jimenez pointed to the tactical board, where the players'' positions were represented with colored magnets.


    "Let''s make a change," he continued. "Arthur, you''ve been fundamental in attack, but we need to strengthen our defensive midfield. I''ll put you on the bench and bring in Denis to strengthen our middle line."


    Arthur nodded, although his disappointment was evident.


    "I understand, coach. The important thing is the team," he said, trying to hide his frustration.


    Denis stood up, adjusting his shin pads and nodding in agreement.


    "I''m ready," he said.


    Jimenez continued, drawing lines on the board to illustrate the tactical changes.


    "With Denis in the middle, we''ll have more defensive cover because of the 4-4-2 formation. Allowing our full-backs to get forward more safely. Remember, the key here is compactness and communication. We can''t allow them to find spaces between our lines. Lucas, you know what to do. In this set-up, you''re the third striker when it''s time to counter."


    "We also need to keep possession and control the pace of the game." Eddie added. "Don''t get ahead of yourself. If we have the ball, they can''t score."


    Lucas watched and listened intently, absorbing every instruction. He knew that, as well as tactics, there was an emotional battle going on inside him.


    Facing Nishida was more than just a professional challenge; it was personal. Memories of training together, conversations about dreams and ambitions, all ran through his mind. But he also knew that, at that moment, he needed to put those emotions aside and focus on the bigger goal: victory.


    When the referee blew the whistle for the start of the second half, Brighton returned to the field with their new formation.

 Chapter 212 - 212: 211 - Champions League Final (Part 6)

    The second half began with even more intensity. S~ea??h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Bayern Munich, aware of the urgency of the scoreline, pushed forward with full force, putting pressure on Brighton''s ball.


    Lucas felt that this game was more than just an Under-20 Champions League final. It was a turning point in his career.


    "And the second half begins! Bayern Munich are already pushing up their lines to put pressure on Brighton! They know they can''t waste any time!" The narrator excitedly described every detail.


    The first few minutes were a genuine test for Brighton''s defense.


    Nishida, with his impressive physical strength and refined ball control, was like a tank advancing against the defenders. In one move, he received a pass between the lines and pushed Luiz Fernando with his shoulders, leaving the defender behind before unleashing a left-footed shot.


    "NISHIDA KICKS HARD...! ANTON''S SAVE! WHAT A SPECTACULAR SAVE BY THE BRIGHTON GOALKEEPER!"


    Anton stood up quickly and shouted for his teammates to reorganize.


    Lucas felt a chill when he saw the determination in Nishida''s eyes. His friend always had that sparkle in his eyes when he played, that obsession with scoring goals.


    But Lucas was different. And that''s exactly what he proved in the next play.


    Recovering a ball in midfield, Lucas Tanaka raised his head and spotted a gap between Bayern''s defensive lines. With a quick touch, he set up Raphael on the left wing, who raced forward. Brighton counter-attacked dangerously. Raphael cut into the middle and saw Miguel infiltrating the area.


    "Brighton are coming at us at speed! It could be a dangerous move!"


    Raphael crossed low, but Bayern''s defense cut him off. The ball fell to Lucas on the edge of the box. He could have shot, but passed. With a subtle touch, he found Denis breaking free.


    "What vision from Lucas Tanaka! He simply took the defense apart with that pass!"


    Denis shot high, but the ball rebounded off the crossbar. Brighton had almost extended their lead.


    The minutes passed, and the game became more and more intense.


    Lucas and Nishida were engaged in a duel within a duel.


    The commentator, observing the contrast between the two, didn''t hold back.


    "I know it may sound hasty, but this game has a special feel to it. We''re seeing two brilliant players with opposite styles who could, in the future, be big names in world soccer. Tsuyoshi Nishida reminds me a bit of Cristiano Ronaldo, always looking for the goal, always hungry to score. Lucas Tanaka, on the other hand, has something of Messi in his game. He''s not a physically explosive player, but his intelligence, his vision of the game and his ability to control the pace are impressive."


    Even the most skeptical man could not deny that the two young Japanese were the protagonists of this final.


    In a dangerous move, Nishida received a perfect cross into the box and headed it wide. Anton, with unbelievable reflexes, saved it for a corner.


    "ANOTHER GREAT SAVE FROM ANTON! BRIGHTON''S GOALKEEPER IS PULLING OFF THE IMPOSSIBLE!"


    "Fuck! Someone mark their nine!!!" Anton shouted.


    At the same time, at the Wushia School in a Japanese country town, a small video room was packed.


    There, several youngsters and an old coach were attentively watching the Champions Youth League final.


    Hidefumi, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, kept a sleepy expression, but his eyes were fixed on the screen.


    Yuuga, sitting next to him, gestured excitedly whenever Nishida or Tanaka touched the ball. "That''s it, Nishida! Finish them!" he exclaimed, clenching his fists. "But... wow, look at the way Tanaka''s playing... that pass was pure genius!"


    For his part, Tsukada didn''t want to show any exaggerated emotion. After all, Tanaka had stolen his place in the first team last month.


    "Hmph. Nishida is playing as well as ever. A monster in the box. But Tanaka..." He narrowed his eyes. "He''s changed. He wasn''t like this in high school. He seems to play with an absurd amount of confidence now."


    Kuwabara, the most animated of the group, practically jumped on the sofa.


    "Oh, my God! This is like watching a soccer anime, but in real life! Holy shit! Anton''s catching everything! Nishida is unstoppable! Tanaka''s playing like he''s the protagonist of a manga!" He laughed out loud, tapping Yuuga on the shoulder.


    "Ouch, ouch~" Yuuga complained about the slaps.


    Toshinori was keeping his eyes on the game, analyzing every move. "That goalkeeper from Tanaka''s team is superb! What a son of a bitch... I wanted to be there too."


    "Bayern''s pressure is frightening." Kenji said. He had his elbows resting on his knees. "If Brighton loses possession near the back, it could be fatal. Tanaka needs to control the pace of the midfield more."


    Yukihiro, who until then had been excited, sighed and crossed his arms. "Ugh... this game is making me nervous. They''re holding on to the lead, but for how long? I feel like if Nishida scores one, Bayern will turn the game around."


    Kenji just nodded. "It depends on who misses first."


    Mr. Yamamoto, the old Japanese coach who had once trained Tanaka and Nishida, held his cup of tea with both hands. His wrinkled eyes didn''t miss a detail and sparkled at the sight of two of his pupils shining in Europe.


    "Tanaka... Nishida..." he murmured. "They''ve both grown a lot since they left here. I always said that Tanaka needed to believe more in his own talent. It seems he''s finally understood."


    The tension in the room increased when Nishida received the ball inside the box. He took it on his chest, spun around Luiz Fernando and hit a first-time shot. Daniel jumped with his head in front of the ball and his shot almost knocked him out.


    Yuuga grabbed the cushion next to him and hugged him tightly. "MY GOD! I CAN''T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"


    Toshinori smiled slightly. "These players... they''re on another level."


    Kuwabara tapped the table. "What an incredible game! I wonder who will win!"


    Hidefumi smiled slightly, finally showing a little emotion. "Ah... this reminds me of old times." He looked at Yamamoto. "Nishida and Tanaka were always like that, weren''t they? Each shining in their own way."


    The old coach nodded, taking another sip of tea. "Yes. But now, they''re no longer just promises. They''re reality."

 Chapter 213 - 213: 212 - Champions League Final (Part 7)

    Jimenez, on the edge of the field, gesticulated intensely.


    "Close the spaces! Don''t let them turn the ball so easily!" Eddie shouted, his voice almost lost in the deafening noise of the crowd.


    On the bench, the Brighton players watched the game with their nerves on edge.


    Mark, the reserve goalkeeper, held his hands together, as if in silent prayer for Anton to keep shutting him down. Parker and Kevin, the substitute defenders, didn''t even understand the difficulty of marking a striker like Nishida.


    Hillebrand, Willian, and the other reserves were leaning forward and wanting to get into the game.


    On the pitch, Nishida seemed unstoppable. In one move, Nishida dominated on the edge of the box and shot with venom. The ball deflected off Luiz Fernando and, for a moment, looked like it was going to fool Anton. However, the Brighton goalkeeper stretched to his utmost and pulled off another miraculous save.


    "WHAT A SAVE! UNBELIEVABLE! ANTON IS HAVING THE MATCH OF HIS LIFE!"


    Eddie punched the air, and Kader clapped his hands vigorously.


    "MY FRIENDS, THIS GOALKEEPER IS A WALL! ANTON IS UNPLAYABLE!"


    The Bayern players put their hands to their heads in disbelief.


    The opposing coach shook his head while the Brighton players hugged each other on and off the pitch, celebrating their team''s heroic resistance.


    Lucas knew Bayern was becoming increasingly impatient. It was the perfect chance to exploit the spaces left by the German team.


    When Brighton won the ball back in midfield, Lucas saw Raphael was free on the left and set the winger up with a perfect delivery.


    Raphael dominated and set off to beat his marker. With a quick dribble, he left the defender behind and broke into the area to finish.


    The ball hit the crossbar.


    "ON THE BRAVE! BRIGHTON ALMOST EXTEND THE LEAD!" S§×arch* The N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    On the bench, Jimenez put his hands to his head, while Alex kicked a bottle in frustration.


    Bayern''s response was immediate. In a blazing counter-attack, Nishida received the ball on the edge of the box and made a quick turn, deceiving Luiz Fernando. He unleashed a left-footed rocket, but the ball skimmed the crossbar.


    "THE GAME IS CRAZY! IT''S ATTACK ON ONE SIDE, ATTACK ON THE OTHER! WHO''S GOING TO SCORE FIRST IN THE SECOND HALF?"


    The adrenaline was running high. Lucas knew that at any moment, something big would happen. And then came the moment that changed the game for Brighton.


    In a good move, Raphael won a corner with a ball splashed out.


    Lucas latched onto the ball at the corner, took a deep breath, and looked into the box. Inside the penalty area, the tallest players were Felix and Javier, and they positioned themselves to attack the ball. Brighton had a precious chance to extend their lead and make life even more difficult for Bayern.


    The referee allowed the kick, and Lucas took his distance. He visualized the perfect trajectory and, with a precise touch with the tip of his foot, launched the ball closed towards the penalty area. But before any Brighton player could reach the cross, the opposing goalkeeper, in an impressive leap, stretched out his arms and grabbed the ball in mid-air.


    A frustrated roar echoed from the stands as the keeper landed safely, gripping the ball against his chest.


    It was then that the tragedy unfolded.


    The Bayern goalkeeper raised his head and saw Nishida advancing quickly down the right. His vision was impeccable, and he spotted Brighton''s fatal error: there were too few players defending. Only Loki, Daniel Riber and Luiz Fernando were in position to hold off a lightning counter-attack. Without hesitation, the goalkeeper launched the ball with a powerful shot.


    The field seemed to open up for Nishida when he controlled the ball with the side of his thigh. He then sprinted away, leaving behind any attempt at containment.


    Loki, the Brighton right-back, advanced first to intercept him, but Nishida was already on the move. He acted like a classic winger, taking the ball to the by-line, exploiting his absurd speed for a classic center-forward. With a subtle touch, he passed Loki as if he were a mere training cone.


    Daniel Riber tried to make up for his tactical error and sprang up to cover the play. He knew Nishida liked to cut inside and would try to prevent this at all costs. But Nishida was a born predator, and pulled him first to the right and then actually cut to the left.


    When he finally reached the edge of the box, the whole stadium knew what was coming next. Nishida pulled the ball back, preparing for a powerful shot.


    Everyone''s eyes were on him.


    Daniel Riber and Luiz Fernando were desperate to stop him. Even Anton, the Brighton goalkeeper, was completely focused on the imminent shot.


    It was then that Nishida showed why he was one of the most lethal players of this generation.


    With a touch of pure genius, instead of hitting the target, he used the instep of his foot to deliver a low, three-fingered pass through the Brighton defense.


    The ball slid across the pitch with a bizarre curve, cutting out the intent of the opposing players, who were fixated on Nishida''s movement.


    And waiting on the other side was Bayern''s left winger - Jeong Woo-yeong.


    Jeong read the play impeccably, broke into the box and, before Anton could react, finished the first time, sending the ball into the back of the net.


    "GOAL! GOAL! GOAL! GOAL!!! It''s Bayern Munich!!!"


    The Brighton players were paralyzed, unable to process what had just happened.


    Nishida just smiled, pointing to his teammate who finished the move as if to say: "I knew you''d be there."


    The German team''s players ran to celebrate near the fans, while the Brighton players looked at each other in disbelief. They had been ahead the whole time, controlling the game, but a single positional error allowed Bayern to equalize.


    Lucas took a deep breath. He knew there was still time on the clock, but that goal was a bucket of cold water. They needed to react. And fast.

 Chapter 214 - 214: 213 - Champions League Final (Part 8)

    In Japan, in a small, well-lit office, Hasumi Seiya was intently watching the broadcast.


    Her eyes were fixed on the screen, absorbing every detail of the match between Brighton and Bayern Munich.


    She leaned forward a little, resting her elbows on her knees, and a subtle smile appeared on her face at the exact moment that Lucas Tanaka reappeared on the screen, gathering his teammates to react to the conceded goal.


    Seiya''s expression was one of pure satisfaction. She remembered well the past, the time she coached one team in the summer league and how she once looked into that determined boy''s blue eyes and told him he wasn''t good enough to be a number 10. At that moment, Lucas Tanaka was far from the refined, fearless player who now led Brighton''s midfield against one of Europe''s strongest youth clubs.


    She crossed her arms, watching the way Lucas moved around the pitch, taking responsibility, pointing to his teammates and gesturing to reorganize the team after the draw. His control of the situation was impressive. It was then that she muttered to herself:


    "I''m glad I was wrong."


    She lowered her gaze for a moment and adjusted the collar of the jacket she was wearing. On the right side of her chest, embroidered with discreet refinement, was the flag of Japan. Hasumi Seiya, who had once judged Lucas without hesitation, was now on the coaching staff of the Japanese national team. And it wasn''t just any team: it was the senior team, the one that relentlessly pursued glory on the biggest stages in world soccer.


    The sound of the door opening brought her momentarily out of her reverie.


    "Seiya! You won''t believe it! The traffic was hell today! I missed most of the game!"


    Seiya smiled, already expecting his reaction.


    "Come here, coach. You can''t miss this. Two players you''ve mentioned a few times are playing very well."


    The man entering the office took off his shirt, clearly uncomfortable with the heat outside. He dropped it on a chair and approached the television, narrowing his eyes to analyze what was happening on the pitch. S§×arch* The n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The man, now with his arms crossed, tilted his head slightly to one side and watched the match more closely. It didn''t take him long to understand the importance of what was happening. Tsuyoshi Nishida and Lucas Tanaka, two youngsters he had monitored at different times, were putting on a show of talent and intensity. Each of them had already scored two goals, and the game was still wide open.


    "My God..." He took a deep breath. "And I missed that because of traffic?!"


    Seiya laughed, shaking his head. "There''s still time to see what these two offer. Pay attention, because the game is over."


    The coach needed no more encouragement. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to Seiya, ready to analyze every detail of the game and perhaps plan a future in which these two talents could wear the blue shirt of the Japanese national team.


    And the game continued to be electrifying, with Brighton and Bayern exchanging intense attacks. Each possession was fought for with an almost desperate fury, as the time on the clock ran out.


    Lucas moved around the midfield, distributing passes and coordinating his teammates, while Nishida, on the other side, showed why he was one of the most promising forwards in Japanese soccer.


    Then, in a moment of pure genius, Nishida received the ball in midfield and spotted a small space in front of him. With a subtle touch, he brought the ball forward to prepare a long-range shot. The trajectory of his body indicated that he was going to unleash a rocket towards the goal. It was a quick decision, but also one that could define the match.


    However, Loki gave his rival no space. He fired in a low, aggressive drive. But something went wrong.


    The impact of Loki''s boot laces on Nishida''s ankle was violent because Loki slid faster than he intended on the wet turf.


    The dry sound of contact echoed across the pitch, and the next instant, Nishida was on the ground, rolling around in pain.


    The referee raised his arm, signaling a foul, and ran to the spot.


    The Bayern players surrounded the referee, demanding a harsher punishment for Loki, while the Brighton players defended their teammate.


    "It was with the laces of the boot! It''s red!"


    "Are you kidding? Only yellow? That''s a joke!"


    Lucas, seeing Nishida on the ground, felt a tightness in his chest. He knew his friend''s physical strength and endurance, so if he was reacting like this, it was because the blow really hurt.


    It was then that Lucas ran over to him and knelt down beside him.


    "Hey, are you okay?" he asked.


    Nishida clenched his teeth, taking deep breaths to contain the pain. His hands were pressed against his injured ankle, and he let out a shaky sigh before answering:


    "I''ve... seen worse," he muttered, forcing a smile. "But, man... that really hurts."


    Lucas looked over at the Bayern bench and saw that the doctors were already preparing to take the field. He knew that if Nishida received care there, he would have to leave the game for a while and, considering the intense phase of the match, this could jeopardize his team. Lucas didn''t want this match ball to end like this.


    "Listen..." Lucas began, leaning closer, "if you can get up now, your team''s doctors won''t come in."


    "But they''re hurting a lot..."


    "Trust me. I can help you."


    Nishida stared at him for a moment, trying to assess whether he could. His ankle was throbbing, but he trusted Lucas. With an effort, he leaned on his friend''s arms and stood up, feeling every fiber of his body protest against the movement.


    Lucas then turned to the referee. "I''ll help him off the pitch."


    The referee hesitated for a moment, but when he saw Nishida moving with support, he just nodded, signaling that he would allow the assisted exit.


    As they walked slowly towards the side of the pitch, Nishida pressed his good leg against the ground, trying to avoid overloading the other. It was then that he glanced at Lucas out of the corner of his eye and asked, in a low, enigmatic tone:


    "Are you going to use your ''powers''?"


    Lucas''s eyes widened, and his step faltered briefly.

 Chapter 215 - 215: 214 - Champions League Final (Part 9)

    Lucas felt his body shudder briefly.


    "P-powers? What are you talking about?" Lucas asked.


    Nishida laughed softly, even though his ankle was still hurting. "There''s no need to pretend, Lucas. I know. I know about everything."


    Lucas stopped walking for a moment, holding on tightly to his friend''s arm. The noise from the stadium seemed to have died down in the background, as if at that moment only the two of them existed.


    "How do you know?"


    Nishida sighed and then let out something that made Lucas lose his breath: "Because I went back in time, too."


    Lucas blinked, unable to process it right away. "What?"


    "Yes. I''m a regressor too," Nishida said, with a bitter tone in his voice. "In the afterlife... I lived through it all. I remember the day you died."


    Lucas felt a tightness in his chest.


    "You died a hero, you know? You saved that woman, but you paid the price. When I got the news, I..." Nishida clenched his fists, his expression changing to something grim. "I felt terrible. You were my childhood best friend, Lucas. And I couldn''t believe it when they said you were gone. I felt like I''d abandoned you in Japan, that I''d been a terrible friend."


    Lucas didn''t know what to say. He had never stopped to think about the impact of his death on those who knew him in his past life.


    "My career wasn''t great either. I went to Europe, played for average teams, and was never a big name. In Japan, I was sometimes called up to the national team, but I was just another generic striker, a name on the list. In the end, years later, I also died... in a car accident. Kind of ironic, isn''t it?" Nishida laughed humorlessly. sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Lucas swallowed. "And then you went back to that time? To that game where we decided the starters for the championship?"


    Nishida nodded. "So we went back to exactly the same time. At first, I thought it was just a strange dream or an illusion. But then I noticed little details... things that had happened before, in exactly the same way. Only, over the next few days, when I saw you playing... playing so differently... I knew for sure. You were back too."


    Lucas was silent for a moment. It was all too much information to process at once.


    "So you have a system too?" he asked.


    "Yes, but I don''t have skills like you. I mean... I gain skills, I improve, but I''ve never gotten a healing skill like you." Nishida looked at Lucas with a glint of expectation in his eyes. "Can you help me?"


    Lucas laughed, breaking the tension. "It''s not a healing skill."


    Nishida blinked. "What?"


    "It''s not a healing skill," Lucas repeated, still laughing. "It''s an item."


    Silence hung between them for a few seconds before Nishida finally reacted. "Item? Like the kind you get in lootboxes?"


    "That''s right. Well, it''s hard to get healing items in the lootboxes, so I usually buy them when I need them."


    Nishida''s face contorted in pure confusion. "Buy?! What do you mean buy?!"


    "At the store." Lucas answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I use the credits I earn from missions to buy what I need."


    Nishida''s eyes widened. "We have a store?!"


    Lucas gave a half-smile. "At least I do."


    Nishida stood there, dumbfounded, trying to understand what he had just heard. "YOU HAVE A STORE AND USE CREDITS TO BUY ITEMS?!"


    Lucas nodded, holding back his laughter as he saw his friend''s reaction.


    "I never knew what credits were for!" Nishida exclaimed, exasperated. "My God! I''ve wasted so much time!"


    Lucas really laughed this time. "That''s what comes of not reading novels and manhwa."


    Nishida closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "Okay, okay. It doesn''t matter. Now that I know that, I can solve this problem myself." He opened his system and rummaged through the menus. "Got it! The store! So I really have one too..." He spent a few seconds looking at the options before muttering. "Wow, I''ve got a lot of credits built up..."


    Lucas patted him on the shoulder. "Then buy the healing item and apply it. I need to get back to the game."


    Nishida nodded, still with the expression of someone who had just discovered a new world. "Go on. But get ready, because I''m going to win this game. I will not make it easy just because you were a hero in your past life."


    Lucas smiled, satisfied. "I''m counting on it."


    With that, Lucas turned and walked back onto the pitch, ready to face the last minutes of the match. Something inside him was relieved. He no longer had to be the only returner.


    Lucas took a deep breath as he returned to the field, his heart racing.


    Just then, the fourth official lifted the board, and the glowing numbers showed extra time: +10.


    Coach Eddie shouted some instructions from the side of the pitch, encouraging the team. Brighton needed a goal.


    If no one scored, the game would go to extra time, something no player wanted after an intense and exhausting match.


    The opposition restarted the game with a long throw, trying to surprise Brighton.


    Lucas positioned himself strategically to cut out the move. His <Space Control> came into play, allowing him to calculate the trajectory of the ball with precision. He took a few steps back and, at just the right moment, intercepted the pass with a subtle touch to the chest, controlling the ball before his opponent could react.


    With a quick turn, he escaped the pressure and sped up through the middle. Nishida appeared in front of him, looking determined.


    Now that Lucas knew that his friend also had a system, facing him took on an extra dimension.


    Nishida tried to expect his move, but Lucas used his <Mirage Feint> ability to deceive his opponent.


    With a light touch to the right, Tanaka pretended to go that way, but quickly pulled to the left, leaving Nishida behind.


    Now with space, Lucas raised his head and saw Miguel shooting in from the right. He made a deep pass, and the winger sped up to reach the ball before his marker.


    This game would not be over in 10 minutes. This game was going to end now. It had to end. Otherwise, there would only be the two players with systems left on the pitch, because they would be the only ones left with any breath left.

 Chapter 216 - 216: 215 - Champions League Final (Part 10)

    Miguel shot off to the right, taking with him the last energy he had left. His lungs burned, his muscles screamed, but he knew he couldn''t stop.


    Lucas'' ball came in perfectly, a deep pass that sliced through the opposition''s defense like a blade.


    The fans held their breath. The narrator raised his voice, almost shouting:


    "What an absurd shot by Tanaka! Miguel''s on his own. It''s now or never!" sea??h th§× nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The right-winger reached the ball at the last moment before it crossed the sideline and, even though his leg felt heavy, he raised his head to analyze his options.


    Raphael ducked between the defenders, waiting for the cross. But Maxime Awoudja was already positioning himself to cut off any attempted pass.


    "He''s going to cross!" shouted Lars Lukas Mai.


    But Miguel did the unexpected. Instead of lifting the ball into the box, he rolled it back, where Javier appeared like a ghost on the edge of the penalty area. The midfielder didn''t think twice and stuck out his foot.


    BOOM!


    The ball flew like a missile, straight into the goalkeeper''s left-hand corner. But the opposing goalkeeper, Christian Fr¨¹cht, exhausted as he was, threw himself at it.


    "MIRACLE!"


    His fingertips deflected the ball just enough for it to hit the post and go out over the end line. A collective sigh of frustration came from the stands.


    "What was that?! Javier hit a rocket, but the goalkeeper worked a miracle!" shouted the narrator.


    Lucas clenched his fists. "Damn... that should have gone in!"


    Coach Jimenez, on the sidelines, shouted to the team: "Don''t get discouraged! Full pressure now!"


    While the corner was being prepared, the players caught their breath. The reserves were used. Now it was a battle of endurance. But there were two players who still seemed to be in their prime: Lucas and Nishida.


    Felix, panting, looked at Lucas and then at Nishida. "Man... how are you guys still running?"


    Lucas just smiled. "Secret."


    Nishida replied with the same expression. "Only those who train know."


    The corner was taken. The ball traveled through the air, zigzagging between the players until a Jonathan Meier headed it away. But the ball didn''t go far. Lucas was already there, waiting.


    "TANAKA DOMINA!" the narrator enthused.


    Nishida, sensing the danger, advanced quickly. The two returnees stared at each other for a second, and then Lucas decided. With a dry cut to the left, he pulled the ball back and tried to advance, but Nishida had seen it coming.


    BLOCK! Nishida stole the ball with a perfect dribble, immediately getting up and launching a counter-attack. The opposing team threw themselves forward with their last strength.


    Lucas spun on his heels, running after him. "Nishida! You really aren''t taking it easy, are you?"


    Nishida laughed. "And what did you expect?!"


    The entire stadium was on its feet. The commentators could barely keep up with the pace of the match.


    "Lucas Tanaka is against Nishida! They don''t stop! Don''t they feel tired?!"


    Nishida was advancing at speed, but Lucas was keeping up with him. Both were on another level, their bodies enduring a strain that the other players couldn''t even imagine. When Nishida tried a long pass, Lucas stuck out his foot at the last moment and deflected the ball wide.


    The crowd went wild. The narrator was already hoarse.


    "Tanaka and Nishida! These two have no limits! They''re single-handedly deciding this game!"


    Lucas looked at Nishida and smiled, panting. "If we go to extra time, only the two of us will last."


    Nishida smiled back. "Then we''d better finish now."


    The game restarted with a throw-in. The opposition tried to move the ball around to tire Brighton out, but Lucas and his team pressed hard. The clock struck 98 minutes. Only two remained.


    That''s when it happened. Nishida received the ball in midfield and tried a quick dribble, but Lucas expected.


    SUTILE TOUCH!


    Lucas stole the ball with a slight deflection and took off. The opposing defense was in disarray. It was now or never.


    He ran like never. Miguel took off down the right flank, and Raphael positioned himself in the center. In other words, Lucas was suddenly in his original position as a left winger.


    Lucas had options. He could shoot, he could play. But then he saw Nishida coming like lightning to tackle him. Despite this, Lucas smiled.


    "If you think you''re going to stop me now..."


    He used <Mirage Feint> again along with <Silent Steps>. At the last moment, he pretended to cut to the right, but swerved to the left, leaving Nishida behind.


    "... So you still have a lot to learn."


    Inside the area, Lucas raised his head and saw the goalkeeper desperately coming out to cover.


    He then used <Immortal Technique>, a skill that made him the best in the world for a second. He didn''t want to miss at all. The instep of his right foot touched the ball lightly. The ball rose slowly, passing over the goalkeeper who, when he understood what had happened, tried to stretch as far as he could. But Fr¨¹chtl couldn''t reach it.


    The stadium was silent for a moment before the ball hit the net.


    "GOOOOOOOOOAAAL!"


    "GOAAAALLLLL!!!"


    "1 MINUTE LEFT!"


    "DID HE REALLY DO THAT?!!!"


    "FUCK, HE''S THE BEST!"


    The sound of the crowd exploded like thunder. The narrator lost his voice from shouting.


    "BRIGHTON GOOOAAAALLLL!!! IT''S A GOAL TO BECOME CHAMPIONS! TANAKA, NOT ONCE, NOT TWICE, BUT THREE TIMES!!! HATTTTT-TRICK!!!"


    Lucas fell to his knees, hardly believing what was happening. His teammates came running and threw themselves on top of him, forming a mountain.


    "You did it, Tanaka! You did it!"


    "I can''t believe you actually scored that goal all by yourself!"


    "I owe you my life, brother."


    "I don''t think I''ll ever be able to sleep again! You''re the best in the world!"


    "You''re great, Tanaka!"


    Tanaka''s hearing could no longer recognize where so many voices were coming from. He simply laughed with happiness as he was embraced not only by his teammates but also by the sound of celebration from the stadium.


    This was the life he had always dreamed of. And if he had to die to have a life like this, he would die a million more times.

 Chapter 217 - 217: 216 - Last Mission Complete

    After Lucas Tanaka''s third goal, the stands seemed on the verge of collapsing with the deafening screams of the fans.


    The narrator, hoarse from shouting, still found the strength to do justice to the moment.


    "REFEREE''S WHISTLE! IT''S OVER! IT''S OVER! BRIGHTON ARE CHAMPIONS! A HISTORIC FINAL! A MATCH THAT WILL LIVE LONG IN THE MEMORY! LUCAS TANAKA, THE HERO! THE GENIUS! THE ARTILLER! HAT-TRICK! HAT-TRICK FOR THE BOY WONDER! WHAT A MAGICAL NIGHT FOR BRIGHTON! WHAT A MAGICAL NIGHT FOR SOCCER! WHAT A MAGICAL NIGHT FOR JAPAN AND ENGLAND!"


    The stands shook with the jumps and shouts of the fans. Brighton flags were raised in the air as the players fell to the turf, exhausted and ecstatic.


    The Brighton players fell to the turf, overcome by exhaustion and emotion. Some fell to the ground, others were on their knees, raising their fists to the sky.


    Javier cried with his hands on his head, while Raphael and Miguel hugged each other as if they would never let go.


    Lucas, with his hands, also fell to his knees, trying to process what had just happened.


    Adrenaline was coursing through his body, but the emotional impact was even greater. He was about to cry when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Nishida holding out his hand to him.


    The opposing No. 9 walked over to him, his face exhausted but wearing a sincere smile. Tanaka stood, and in consideration of his best friend, extended his hand for a respectful shake.


    "You were amazing, Tanaka." Nishida said.


    Lucas squeezed his hand tightly. "You too, Nishida. If it hadn''t been for you, this match wouldn''t have been so memorable. Both for me and for the others."


    "Don''t be so modest." Nishida smiled, pulling Lucas into a tight hug. "This game was only incredible and could only happen because you led this team to victory in this championship."


    "Now go on, champ." He let go of me and pointed with his chin to the Brighton bench, where Lucas'' teammates were celebrating wildly.


    Lucas nodded and ran over to them. On the bench, Eddie and Alex were hugging each other like brothers, Kader was shedding tears as he threw water up in celebration, and Jimenez had already had a cold shower from the reserve players, all laughing, crying and singing along with the crowd.


    And then, several meters above, in the VIP section of Wembley Stadium, Lucas''s family was watching it all.


    Ayumi, Tanaka''s mother, had her face bathed in tears, her hands covering her mouth in pure emotion.


    John, his father, was crying like never and holding up Hana, Tanaka''s younger sister, who was screaming at the top of her lungs:


    "LUCAS WON! MY ONII-CHAN WON!!!"


    At the Wushia school, a large hall was packed. A big screen was showing the match, and the reaction was an explosion of euphoria.


    Yukihiro was jumping up and down with his fists in the air. Toshinori was hugging Kuwabara and holding him like a child. Yuuga was screaming his head off. Hidefumi, Kenji and Tsukada celebrated with a collective hug, but then Tsukada, as always, quickly reverted to his proud and serious posture, crossing his arms as if victory was something he had expected all along.


    "I mean, it''s nothing. When he wins a World Cup for Japan, I''ll be impressed."


    Meanwhile, Lucy and Kate, Tanaka''s best "friends", were watching the match on the campus of the Seyek Institute, where an enormous television had been installed to gather the students who wanted to watch the game.


    The surrounding crowd was euphoric, shouting and jumping. Kate clutched the collar of her blouse, trying to catch her breath, while Lucy laughed with pure joy.


    "He really did it... Lucas is unbelievable!" Lucy exclaimed.


    Kate just smiled, knowing that Tanaka would have accepted nothing less than victory.


    In Japan, Hasumi Seiya was watching everything with a satisfied smile. Next to him, the coach of the Japanese team was also smiling, his eyes shining with interest.


    Seiya then thought to herself:


    ''Get ready, Lucas. Next time we meet, I''ll make you train rigorously.''


    Back on the field, Lucas was being carried on his shoulders by his companions. He looked around, absorbing every detail. This was the moment he had fought so hard for.


    The Brighton players gathered in the center of the pitch, their voices mixed with shouts, laughter and tears.


    The silver trophy, gleaming under the Wembley lights, rested on a pedestal, waiting for when it would be lifted by the champion.


    The tournament organizers began preparing for the awards ceremony. A platform was set up and the Brighton players were called up one by one to receive their medals.


    Anton, the goalkeeper, was one of the first, raising his arms to the sky as he felt the weight of the metal against his chest. He had given his life to this championship.


    Loki and Aidan, the full-backs, exchanged a firm handshake before climbing the steps.


    Javier, still teary-eyed, hugged Denis and Felix before putting the medal around his neck.


    Arthur, the center forward, walked with a broad smile, cheered on by the fans.


    Willian was the most serious of all, as if he was happy, but not happy enough not to have been the star.


    Daniel Riber and Luiz Fernando followed one after the other, smiling as always.


    Hillebrand knelt down and kissed the hand of the woman who had given him the medal, which surprised her and made her blush.


    Reserves Mark, Parker and Kevin accepted their medals for any problems. It didn''t matter that they were reserves. They trained together and played together, even if only in less important matches. They deserved these medals, too.


    And then, the last name was announced.


    "And finally, tonight''s captain, the player of the match, the name that will remind us of this day for years to come... LUCAS TANAKA!"


    Wembley erupted in celebration.


    Lucas climbed the steps slowly, each step being recorded by cameras all over the world. When he reached the top, he saw the tournament officials handing him his medal, but his eyes were fixed on the trophy. It was a symbol of everything he had fought for. He picked up the cup, feeling the solid weight of the metal against his sweaty hands.


    He turned to his companions, who were waiting on the platform. He lifted the trophy slowly, his eyes shining with emotion, and then raised it high above his head.


    Wembley roared like a volcano. Gold and blue confetti exploded into the air, covering the players. Fireworks lit up the London night, and the screams of the Brighton fans seemed to make the stadium itself shake.


    Lucas closed his eyes for a moment to blink. In his mind, flashes of the past and present mixed. The school field, the bitter defeats, the incessant training, the weight of doubts and uncertainties... And now, the glory, the top, the consecration.


    [The Main Mission "The last step of the second chance" has been completed.]


    [You have received +10,000 Star Points!!!]


    [You have reached Star Level 15!] S§×ar?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    [You will now be recognized not only by soccer fans in the country where you play but also by normal people].


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    [You are now internationally famous.]

 Chapter 218 - 218: 217 - End

    Brighton FC''s victory over Bayern Munich had repercussions throughout Europe. Not only because Brighton was considered a small, underdog team at the start of the season, but also because of all the history involved in a game like this.


    Brighton had obviously already attracted a lot of attention because of the team''s achievements at the start of the season, the controversies with the complete swap of A Team players for B Team players. However, a news item posted on social media minutes before the ball rolled in the final made this game famous.


    [ALERT! Childhood best friends face off in a Champions League title match!]


    Even though it wasn''t the professional Champions League, this news had a headline that would catch the eye of any soccer fan. As a result, fans found out during the match who Tsuyoshi Nishida and Lucas Tanaka were. And when they turned on the television out of curiosity about the story, they kept watching because of the level of the match. This made the number of viewers increase more and more, consequently increasing the number of people commenting about it on the internet.


    [@Sub0: I''d never watched a U-20 game before. What was I doing with my life?


    @SleepyDog: What a huge match between Brighton and Bayern! Both teams have so much talent!


    @FabianRuiz: Okay, okay! Two goals for Tanaka and two for Nishida! It''s going to be exciting all the way!


    @WaterSoccer: I can''t tell if these goalkeepers are very good or terrible! What a match!


    @Onistak: That article made me curious, so I went to see the Brighton-Bayern match and... wow! Those teams would beat my team, I think.


    @LexPix: GOOOAAALL! I can''t believe he actually scored a hat-trick! That Lucas Tanaka is superb.]


    The teams, the final, the context, the goals and the story made this non-professional match the most watched and commented on that week. Everyone was hooked by some factor that distinguished this game from most of the boring games that took place in the leagues.


    The attention was even greater when Brighton FC, a week later, was crowned Premier Youth League Champions with two rounds to spare, achieving a score that equaled Liverpool''s all-time record.


    If anyone was going to say that it was a stroke of luck that Brighton won the Champions League, they couldn''t argue against a Premier League.


    Obviously, this generated a lot of attention for Brighton and a lot of sponsorship. On the internet, most Brighton fans were fanatical about seeing these players who had shone so brightly at U20 level play for the professional team, but internally, the question wasn''t whether the manager of the professional team would like to move these players up a category, but whether they would stay at Brighton.


    For all the players'' agents and for Brighton itself, offers from dozens of teams all over Europe and the world arrived for literally every player in the U-20 team, even those who were reserves.


    The management immediately knew that it would be difficult, if not impossible, to keep hold of all these players with so many tempting opportunities from teams like Barcelona, Real Madrid, Milan, Liverpool, Inter Milan, Juventus, Borussia Dortmund, Corinthians, Flamengo, Bayern Munich and many others.


    They were astronomical offers for young players who earned little, and the names of the teams would make anyone''s heart flutter.


    A number of soccer profiles on social media suddenly started mobilizing for Nishida and Tanaka, the best friends who had become famous after that final, to play together at Bayern Munich.


    Nishida had a long contract with a high fine, so obviously he wouldn''t be leaving Bayern Munich for several years. However, Tanaka certainly had an offer from Bayern Munich on the table after destroying them in the final and having a similar style of play to what Bayern Munich usually look for in midfielders - aggressive and calm.


    Brighton FC, seeing this mobilization of international fans and having many offers for Lucas Tanaka on the table, knew that what they could offer Lucas wouldn''t be enough to convince him to stay. So they left the decision up to Lucas.


    For weeks, theories and more theories swirled around the internet about where he would go, until one morning, the news finally came out.


    [Lucas Tanaka, the young Japanese prodigy, is yet another young talent to join PSG!]


    At the press conference after the million-dollar signing, the first question put to Lucas was:


    "Tanaka, why did you choose PSG out of so many opportunities on your table?"


    It was a natural question, considering Real Madrid had crushed that PSG in the round of 16 in the last Champions League and there had already been many controversies involving the egos of the big players and how the atmosphere in the dressing room was troubled. sea??h th§× N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Before answering, Lucas Tanaka smiled. "It''s obvious, isn''t it? Any player wants to play with the best. Liverpool has a great team, Real Madrid too, Juventus, but here I''d have the chance to play with Neymar, Cavani, Mbappe, Thiago Silva and many more. To wear the shirt with this shield that has already been defended by many other great players like Ronaldinho, Ibrahimovic and Beckham is a great honor."


    "We know about the Japanese personality and upbringing. Do you think that could be a problem with so many South American players on the team?" Another asked.


    "My first name is Lucas for a reason, you know? My father has always been a big fan of South American soccer, especially Brazilian soccer. It won''t be a problem for me, and I''m sure it will for them, too."


    "Is your goal to win the Champions League with PSG?"


    "Yes, that''s why I''m here. I think I''m strong enough to cover the gaps that can be left at certain points on the pitch. After all, nobody would have the courage to ask Cavani and Neymar to mark the opposition in midfield."


    The interviews continued with many more questions, and Lucas Tanaka naturally answered them all.


    Between PSG, Real Madrid and Bayern Munich, the player with Nishida really tempted Tanaka. However, he chose what was best for his career and also for his soccer.


    Copying the daily skills of Neymar, Mbappe, Cavani and many other players, whether in defense, attack or midfield, would be better for him than having several Champions Leagues in the future.


    Besides, what he said in the interview was true. He wanted to win the Champions League, and he knew he could do it, if not now with Neymar, Mbappe and Cavani, then in the future with Neymar, Mbappe and Messi.


    Also, Tanaka and Nishida could always play together for the Japan national soccer team, just as they had already been called up after that last match.


    Tanaka then had to leave the small town of Brighton and move to the French capital, where he would study online. Saying goodbye to his Brighton teammates wasn''t easy, but they knew that Lucas Tanaka was following his destiny.


    "Don''t forget us." Arthur said as he ruffled Lucas'' hair.


    "Sniff... Sniff... You''re a bum for making me cry." Raphael wiped away the tears.


    "I''m sure you''ll do just fine." Eddie said, tidying up his thick moustache.


    "We''ll definitely meet again when I''m a physiotherapist!" Kader declared.


    "You won''t let us down, kid." Coach Jimenez said.


    For their part, John, Ayumi and little Hana also had to move to Paris, otherwise Lucas Tanaka would never have really focused without his family around, even after making so many changes compared to his previous life.


    Lucas'' loves, Lucy and Kate, needed to continue with their lives in Brighton and at the Seyek Institute, but they promised that when they graduated, Lucas would have to marry one of them. Left with no choice, Lucas agreed because he loved them both so much and couldn''t imagine just staying with a bunch of women.


    And so Lucas Tanaka''s life in professional soccer began, bringing to an end a long journey because Lucas'' first big dream had finally come true.


    [Champion System activated!]


    [Congratulations, you''ve completed the tutorial!]


    [Unlocking new resources, skills and missions...]