The moment all nine players stepped into the black, pentagon-shaped chamber, their footsteps echoed against the sleek, cold floor.
The walls were obsidian-dark, faintly reflecting their faces under the dim overhead lights.
Isagi's eyes darted across the room—sharp corners, symmetrical design, not a single window in sight.
“...What is this place?” he murmured.
Then—
A sudden flicker in the center of the room.
A glowing blue hologram buzzed to life, forming the unmistakable silhouette of Ego Jinpachi, arms crossed, trademark smug smirk on his face.
"Hello, hello," he drawled, eyes glinting with amusement.
"To those of you who picked Germany... welcome to the land of brutal logic and unforgiving football."
The players tensed, exchanging glances.
With a snap of his fingers, Ego’s smirk widened.
"The strongest team in Germany right now..."
He paused for dramatic effect.
“Bastard München.”
A soft gasp escaped from someone—probably Isagi, whose pupils had dilated.
Wait... we’re gonna train with them?
The idea hit him like a truck.
Global-level training... right now?
Raichi scoffed, tension twisting in his voice. “The hell’s with this pace—shit’s movin’ way too fast!”
Igarashi, of course, was bouncing on his heels.
“W-we’re going?! We’re actually going to Germany?!”
His eyes sparkled like a toddler handed a golden ticket.
But Ego’s smile... didn’t fade.
Instead, it turned sharper.
Colder.
He tilted his head slightly and said,
“Unfortunately... it’s quite the opposite.”
The words cut through the excitement like a blade.
He opened his arms wide.
“The Top Five Clubs in Europe… are coming here.”
A collective intake of breath—shock flashing across everyone’s faces.
Ego’s eyes glittered like a mad scientist revealing his final experiment.
“That’s right,” he said, voice smooth like poison.
“I’ve invited players your age...
who are already playing for the strongest teams in the world.”
He raised a hand—five glowing emblems flared up in mid-air, rotating slowly above his palm.
“From England... Manshine City.
From Italy... Ubers.
From France... Paris X Gen.
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