The streets of Tokyo buzzed with life, but Kaito Tanaka barely noticed. He walked aimlessly, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, his mind replaying the moment over and over again.
"We appreciate your efforts, Kaito, but we've decided to go in a different direction."
The words from the Japan U-18 coach had cut deeper than any injury. He had dedicated years of his life to this, training before dawn, sacrificing everything. And for what? To be told he wasn't good enough?
He stopped at an empty park, kicking at a loose stone. His chest ached with frustration, anger—maybe even fear. Was this the end of his football dream?
As he sat down on a bench, he noticed something strange. A black envelope, placed neatly beside him.
Frowning, he picked it up. It was smooth, expensive-looking, with no markings except for his name printed in silver. His heart pounded as he tore it open.
Inside was a single black card. Elegant, minimalistic, but somehow heavy with meaning.
"Your talent has been recognized. The world may have locked you out, but we are unlocking something greater. If you refuse to accept failure, meet us tomorrow. 10 PM. Location: Enclosed."
Kaito flipped the card over. Coordinates were printed on the back.
His breath hitched.
"What the hell is this?"
He looked around, but the streets were empty. Who had left this? More importantly… should he go?
For a moment, doubt crept in. But then he clenched his fist. He had been rejected, cast aside. But if there was even a chance to prove them wrong—to prove himself—he had to take it.
Sliding the card into his pocket, he stood up.
He had lost his shot at the World Cup.
But maybe… this was something even bigger.