-ᴇɴɢ=speaking in english
-ᴊᴘ=speaking in japanese
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The ball clashed against the net creating a rhythmic sound that I'm used to. (ᴇɴɢ) "Gosh this is getting soooo boring. I know I came out here to seem mysterious and have my main character moment but it's not the hype-" I get cut off by the chime of my phone.
Immediately, like the addicted person I am, I stop everything and pull out my phone to answer, not even checking who it is. (ᴇɴɢ) "Hellauuur???" I say in a sing-song voice.
There was some muffled voices in the background of some language I don't know before a monotoned voice comes out of the speaker of my phone. (ᴇɴɢ) "This is Y/n L/n right?" The voice spoke. (ᴇɴɢ) "Yuppppers!! Who is this??" I say curiously to know. (ᴇɴɢ) "Ego Jinpachi, I have an offer for you." He responds in a much less enthusiastic tone. (ᴇɴɢ) "Weird name. Must be an important offer if your calling me at 10:30 in the night, what is it?" I respond. (ᴇɴɢ) "I want you to join the Japanese football program, Bluelock, to polish the skills of the strikers there. Of course you will be paid to do so and you will get to use this program for your own physical progress." He proposes. (ᴇɴɢ) "Intriguing, how much money we talkin'?" I say, a smirk creeping up on my face at how much stuff I would buy. (ᴇɴɢ) "10,000usd which is 1,408,200 yen," He says nonchalantly. (ᴇɴɢ) "DEAL- I mean- ahem deal." I say imagining the thousands of clothes that are going to fill my closet. (ᴇɴɢ) "Great, I'll text you the details from this phone number" He speaks. (ᴇɴɢ) "Oka-"
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(ᴇɴɢ) "Did he just- hang up on moi?!?!" I make an >:O face. (ᴇɴɢ) "How rude.".
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Timeskip to the next day
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(ᴇɴɢ) "Aughhhh.... what is it now?????" I reach over to my nightstand and pick up my phone, the bright light illuminating from it flashes into my eyes causing me to shut them closed before slowly opening them back up, adjusting to the change. I read the time; 4:03 am. (ᴇɴɢ) "What the fuck?? Who the hell texts at 4 in the morning??" I mumble annoyed before opening the text and realizing it was the Ego guy. (ᴇɴɢ) "Oh right... different time zones and stuff, he's like Japanese or something. I'll read it later." I shut my phone off and plop my head back down into my pillow.
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Timeskip to 12pm
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"oof-" I fell out of bed onto the hard wooden floors. I sit up and look around before remembering the text from this morning and I grab my phone again before scrolling through his text.
(ᴇɴɢ) 'Dear Y/n L/n, we have informed your coach and team that you will be participating in Bluelock and take time off from your football career. I have already booked a flight for you to Japan at 5:00pm on Tuesday (it's Sunday rn). When you arrive to the facility you will get paid in cash. Also the facility is an only boys program where we are planning to create the greatest striker. For more information your can text this number. -Ego Jinpachi'Surprisingly, I did read allat.
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A/N: im too lazy to make this long so thats all ur getting
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