Ten days.
That’s how long it had been since the teams officially formed.
Ten days of observing. Listening. Blending in like a shadow stitched into the walls.
And yet…
Not a single person—aside from the head coaches—had fully registered that you were here.
Not really.
That was the perk of your particular talent—"invisibility."
No, not in the magic sense.
But when you didn’t want to be noticed?
You could sit right in the middle of the storm and walk out dry.
Still… you’d met all the main strikers by now.
The key players.
The "stars" Ego had gathered around his five-pillar experiment.
A soft, dry chuckle left your lips as you leaned back against the wall in your shadowed corner.
Each meeting played out like a different genre of film.
.
.
.
.
Day Two. FC Barcha
You were just heading toward one of the upper viewing balconies, hands in your pockets, invisible to most. The hallway was quiet—empty—just the way you liked it.
Until it wasn’t.
Suddenly, the double doors down the corridor BURST open like someone had just kicked them down in a Broadway show.
A voice boomed, echoing off every wall:
“SPAAAIN ENTERS THE BUILDING, BABY!!”
You stopped mid-step.
What the hell—
And then there he was.
Lavinho.
All six feet of chaos, spinning down the hallway while juggling a ball on the back of his neck, tattooed arms stretched wide like a performer on stage. His hair? A mess of checkered-style cornrows and color. His tank top? Cropped. His sunglasses? Worn indoors.
He spotted you, froze, then immediately gasped—loudly.
“YOU!” he pointed with the drama of a soap opera villain. “You’ve got that main character energy!”
You blinked once. “…Huh?”
Lavinho dropped the ball to his foot, popped it up to his thigh, and kept juggling like it was second nature.
“Wait—don’t tell me… You’re one of my boys, right? Spain team? Wait no—Italy? Nah, you give off mysterious detective energy, not pasta vibes—”
You cut him off flatly:
“I’m not on any team.”
A pause.
“Yoshiro Nagi. Ego sent me. I’m the appointed observer for all five programs.”
Lavinho stopped juggling. Slowly took off his shades. Stared at you.
A beat of silence passed.
Then he gasped again—dramatically.
“Observer?!”
He threw his hands up like you’d just told him aliens were real.
“Observer of EVERYTHING?! That’s so shady and sexy I can’t—!”
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