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01. SOMETHING GREAT
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BELIEVING
in something like a sport, that fades away as quickly as your bones rot, is difficult, especially for people like you. Ordinary people who don't particularly care about passing hobbies—that only see sport as a way to pass time or a way to cheat the economy and get rich quickly. You suppose that was why you could never get into soccer the way you saw other kids did, and the difference became glaringly obvious when you saw your childhood acquaintance (that would soon transpire into your begrudging friend) watch a match for the first time.
He had never played before this moment, but at the ripe age of seven, he watched his first soccer match and decided, right then and there, that he would become the best soccer player ever. This dream became a bit more mature and refined as time went on and you both grew older, however, going from being the best soccer player, period, to the greatest striker.
Sure, you saw this dream as childish, no matter how serious he was about it, but you would never want to crush his hopes like that—because despite everything, he was still your friend. But this childish dream was maybe why he became so amazing at soccer and why, even after losing in a pathetic match at 13, he still worked as hard as he could. And maybe that was why he became so incredible when you never could. Maybe that was a requirement for becoming great—to have a childish dream of being the greatest. You decided, after being admitted out of the hospital, that you would never have a dream like that again.
It wasn't like you were even given the luxury to dream, anyway, so it wasn't that big of a deal to you. Just like everything else, it was out of your reach by a mile, and you learned to accept this sort of thing as a part of your immediate future.
Something as strange and ridiculous sounding as the program Blue Lock was something you would've usually initially brushed off as another thing that was out of your grasp. But this time, it leaned down so you could grab it with your fingertips, and clutch as tightly as you could as to not let it go. You couldn't let this opportunity go to waste—because this job could be the start of something great.
That great thing in question is not having to work an eight-hour shift every night for at least a few months. Sure, you would be dealing with god knows who, but you were sure that if you could babysit each of your little cousins for seven hours at twelve, this would be a piece of cake.
You looked down at the letter in your hands once more, looking up at the tall building that stood at the address you were given. You made yourself look as presentable as possible—but still kept that casual calm vibe that defined you. Still, a nervous feeling crept up in your chest as you adjusted your hair in the windows you passed by, wondering who your boss may be. You hoped he wouldn't be a strange old man who crept on barely legal girls.
