𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐫

three

[I got lazy at Ego's long speech, I really didn't wanna type allat.]

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It was now the day, the day Y/n had so patiently waited for. Today was the day she'd officially stepped into the program.

Y/n informed her parents about where her whereabouts would be for the next few months or so, and surprisingly, they agreed to drive her there.

Although they didn't seem as sad as they should be, Y/n didn't care. They never knew about her racer life, so they shouldn't be that aware of her new soccer path.

But the person who was too sad for their own good was Y/n's sister, Mikoto.

Mikoto had been crying ever since the whole family took a step out of the house. Y/n's mother frantically tried to calm her while her dad drove.

Y/n didn't do anything. Her mind was occupied. The whole new appearance had honestly made her feel better of herself. In other words, she felt hot as hell.

A very familiar, blinding smile was on her– I mean his face. L/n Y/n decided to take the name L/n Keiji as his fake name.

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Y/n thought she was early since no one was outside the building, but as soon as she stepped inside, the building seemed suffocating.

Holding in her breath, Y/n stood by the corner, not bothering to make any social circle. That's when she realized, what the fuck is a forward anyways..

She only started soccer three weeks ago and she played by herself most of the time, so she wasnt really familiar with the positions... What if she doesn't want to be a forward? What are the other positions in soccer?

Her thinking stopped once she saw a familiar face, Isagi Yoichi. For some reason, Y/n's heart raced. She looked at him as he observed the other players.

Her heart didn't race cause of love or anything, it was rather more determination.

'Isagi Yoichi, the boy who pushed me to this path, I will destroy you.' She thought, and when she puts her mind onto something, she will do it.

Her thoughts ended when she heard loud footsteps come from the very 'end' of the building. "And testing.." A voice came through, and the lights shut off.

"Congratulations and welcome, diamonds in the rough." The very same voice greets as a spotlight focused on a guy standing at the 'end' of the building.

The guy had an awkward bowl cut, "You're the three hundred eighteen, and under, strikers that have been chosen according to my arbitrary and biased decision-making." Sir bowl cut spoke into his mic.

Y/n tried focusing on his words but with the big word "arbitray" threw her off.

"I am Ego Jinpachi," the man finally introduces himself, "the man hired to make sure Japan wins the world cup."

He started to flail his lanky arms around as murmurs surrounded the room. 'The world cup?' Y/n thought.

"Simply put, there is one thing Japanese soccer needs to be the best in the world:" The backdrop behind him turnd white while the spotlight turns red, making the Japan flag. "The birth of a revolutionary striker."

Y/n wasn't all so familiar with the term "striker." she only picked up the game three weeks ago. She only assumed it was the same thing as a forward, just a different term.

Ego threw his arms up, "I'll be performing here an experiment to turn one of you three hundred into the world's greatest striker."

This moment made Y/n realize this was no ordinary program.