𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊: 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐑

Italy

Kiyoshi POV
Italy Airport

I walked down the stairs of the plane that just landed in  Italy. I had said my goodbyes to all my friends and family before leaving, I'm not that heartless. Walking down the stairs there was already a bunch of cameras waiting, flashing at the team. Reaching the end of the stairs and taking a step to the right I was immediately bombarded with reporters. Lights flashing in my face as they took people pictures. I was taught Italian while we prepared to head back, and I learned some with Ego, so I wasn't to bad with it.
Reporter 1: "Are playing for Italy in the World Cup."
Reporter 2: "Can you describe your Blue Lock experience."
Reporter 3: "Have you already discussed contract plans with Ubers?"
Reporter 4: "Are you best player under 18."
Just one question after another, I tried to answer but a word couldn't even escape mouth. For the first time ever, I was nervous, I hadn't proved myself here yet so I needed to act proper. Another camera flashed blinding me, I look away only to be pulled away by somebody. I rub my eyes, gettin a view of who helped me. It was Drago, the CDM of Ubers, he pulled me away from the press and walked me away. We got on a bus and headed to Ubers facility, I needed my contract to get settled if I planned on player here. I was currently sitting beside Marc, his nose pointing out as he looked at me. I guess he was getting a good look at my facial features, based on what he said next.
Marc: "Did you dye your hair?"
Kiyoshi: "Yeah, only the white part though."
Marc: "We're gonna wash that out and get you a proper haircut."
Kiyoshi: "What?"
Marc: "And are those contacts? Your moms eyes weren't purple."
Kiyoshi: "And if they are?"
Marc: "You'll take them out."
Kiyoshi: "I'm not."
Marc: "You will, you look like a delinquent."
Kiyoshi: "I'm not cutting my hair, nor am I taking the contacts out."
Marc: "Then we'll properly style it, but that currently is unacceptable."
Kiyoshi: "As long as I'm not cutting it."
He went back to reading the book in his lap, not replying to what I had said. I just went back to scrolling on social media, reading a lot of news about the JFA.
"Blue Locks Prodigy leaving?"
"National Team current look."
"Kiyoshi Snuffy ditching Japan."
That was just a few of the headlines there was plenty more. The real question is who will assist me up front. I need someone to elevate my game. Every star striker in Blue Lock had one, Isagi and Hiori, Rin and Charles, Kaiser and Ness. No passer has been able to keep up with my movements to my liking just yet, I'll find him within the next 48 hours.

~•TIMESKIP•~

We had arrived at Ubers facility and it was HUGE, close even rival Blue Locks facility. I stepped off the bus and followed the youth team inside, a lot of cameras flashing as we walked in. Youth players began splitting off to their rooms but me and Marc stayed, I had to negotiate my contract myself, considering I didn't have an agent. A man in a suit approached me, a smile on his face and his hand out towards me. I reached out and grabbed his hand and shook it.
???: "Beatrice, nice to meet you."
Kiyoshi: "I'm Kiyoshi, nice to meet you to."
It was surely weird speaking Italian but I was getting the hang of it.
Marc: "Take care of his contract I'll stay here."
With that he went to take a seat in a couch off to the side.
Beatrice: "Alright, where's your agent?"
Kiyoshi: "..."
I hadn't had any time to find one, I'm only 17, didn't expect to get into this situation this quickly.
Beatrice: "Alright that's fine I guess, come with me."
He walked off and I followed behind him. Walking down a couple halls and making a few turns we found our way into the his office. He walked around his desk taking a seat in his chair, I took a seat on the other side of the desk taking in one of the two chairs there.
Beatrice: "How long do you suggest the length of the contract?"
Kiyoshi: "I'd say around 3 years, anything works for me though."
Beatrice: "Alright, so 3 years, no trade clause. Let's talk about that weekly wage. I was thinking 30k a week is good for you."
Kiyoshi: "80k, I'm lowballing myself."
Beatrice: "You think so? Well we don't know to much about you so we're kinda aiming blindly here."
Kiyoshi: "Don't worry, this'll get restructured soon."
Beatrice chuckled before writing down on the paper once again.
Beatrice: "Signing bonus, how about 110k?"
Kiyoshi: "Sure."
Beatrice: "Alright, that's it, just fill out this paper."
He slid the paper across the desk and placed a pin on it. I began going over the information, filling it out and finishing it with my signature. I slide him the paper and he looks over it before we both stand up. He shakes my hand and he leads me out the door.
Beatrice: "You'll have a photoshoot tomorrow, and what number do you prefer?"
Kiyoshi: "5"
Beatrice: "Alright, and the trainer will go over your physicals tomorrow."
Kiyoshi: "Alright."
I walked out the door and made my way back to the entrance. Marc looked up after hearing my foot steps and stood up.
Marc: "Ready to go?"
Kiyoshi: "Yeah."
He nodded and I followed him out the door. We get on the car waiting on us outside, still a few cameras flashing, not as many as before but still quite the few. Sitting in the back of the car I didn't pay much attention to the outside.
Marc: "Photoshoot tomorrow right?"
Kiyoshi: "Yeah."
Marc: "We're going to do something about your hair then."
Kiyoshi: "Today?"
Marc: "Yep."