Hello, everyone!

I had to fix some things due to timeline errors but after some kind gentle helped me out we can finally progress with the story.

This chapter is a bit slower since I'm still in the process of building the world, but don't worry things will pick up after this one.

I've also managed to get a few chapters ahead. They still need some editing, but updates will be much quicker from now on!

Enjoy reading!

Chapter 2 – Re Al Academy

The sun hung high over the fields of Re Al Academy, its golden rays glinting off the perfectly manicured grass. It had been a month since Naruto, 14 years old and brimming with ambition, had arrived at the elite training grounds in Spain. This wasn't just any football academy it was a crucible, a place designed to transform raw talent into the best players in the world. But here, among prodigies from every corner of the globe, Naruto quickly realized that sheer grit and determination weren't always enough.

Every day was a battle not just against others, but against himself. The early mornings were rough, filled with intense conditioning drills, sprints, weight training, and agility exercises designed to push players beyond their limits. Afternoons were spent on technique, with endless repetitions of passing, dribbling, and shooting. Even the evenings, reserved for tactical sessions, felt like a mental war as the coaches dissected matches and formations with unforgiving precision.

Despite the punishing schedule, Naruto hadn't faltered, he couldn't afford to. Every mistake was magnified in an environment where even the smallest slip up could make the difference between staying or being sent home. And every success, no matter how small, was a step closer to proving he belonged.

Every time Naruto stepped onto the pitch, his eyes were drawn to one figure, Itoshi Sae, at 15 years old and already leagues ahead of everyone else. Sae wasn't just a player he was a force of nature. His movements were precise, his vision unparalleled, and his technique flawless. Watching Sae play was like witnessing a master painter at work, each pass and shot a brushstroke on the canvas of the pitch, a true master...

For Naruto, Sae represented everything he wanted to become and everything he wasn't. It wasn't just the way Sae dominated the field, it was the way he carried himself, with an unshakable confidence that bordered on arrogance. Sae didn't just play to win. He played to remind everyone that they couldn't touch him.

During one scrimmage, Sae's team dismantled Naruto's side with surgical precision. Every time Naruto thought he had an opening, Sae would appear, effortlessly intercepting the ball or threading a pass that split their defence wide open. By the time the match ended, the score was 6-0, and Naruto was left staring at the ground, his fists clenched in frustration.

In the locker room after the match, Naruto sat on the bench, staring at the floor. Sweat dripped from his hair, his muscles ached, and his pride felt bruised beyond repair. The other players chatted and laughed, but Naruto couldn't join in. His mind was racing, replaying every mistake, every missed opportunity...

"How the hell am I supposed to keep up with that?" he muttered under his breath.

A voice broke through his thoughts. "Still sulking, Uzumaki?"

Naruto looked up to see Kaiya Riku, a wiry boy with sharp eyes and a perpetual smirk. Kaiya was one of the more vocal players in the academy, never missing an opportunity to remind others of their shortcomings.

"Shut up, Kaiya," Naruto snapped, his tone sharper than intended.

Kaiya shrugged, leaning against the lockers. "I'm just saying, If you're already losing it after one bad game, maybe you're not cut out for this."

Naruto stood, his glare like daggers. "I'm not losing it, and I'm not giving up."

Kaiya smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction. "Good, because if you can't handle Sae now, you're in for a long, painful year."

That evening, long after the other players had gone to their dorms, Naruto was still on the pitch. The floodlights bathed the field in a cold white glow as he worked through drill after drill. His legs screamed in protest, his lungs burned, but he refused to stop.

"You think you can stop me like this?"

Naruto froze at the voice, spinning around to see Sae himself standing at the edge of the pitch. The older boy's expression was unreadable, his arms crossed as he watched Naruto with the same detached curiosity he seemed to have for everything.

"What do you want, Sae?" Naruto asked, his tone defensive.

Sae stepped onto the field, his movements deliberate and measured. "I want to know why you're still out here, you already lost today. What's the point of this?"

Naruto's fists clenched at his sides. "Because I'm not giving up. I'm going to get better. I'm going to beat you."

For a moment, Sae said nothing. Then, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You're serious."

"Damn right, I'm serious," Naruto shot back.

Sae tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Then you should know something, Naruto. Hard work isn't enough. Effort doesn't matter if you don't have the ability to back it up."

Naruto's chest tightened, but he refused to back down. "Then I'll make myself into someone who does."

Sae's smirk faded, replaced by something colder. "Good luck with that." He turned and walked away, leaving Naruto standing alone on the pitch, his resolve burning brighter than ever.

The following week brought new trials and new frustrations. During a series of small sided games, Naruto found himself paired against Sae again. Despite his best efforts, Sae outplayed him at every turn, reading his movements as if they were scripted. Naruto's teammates grew visibly frustrated as their attacks faltered, and the tension on the field there for everyone to see.

"Damn it, Uzumaki!" one of them shouted after another turnover. "What are you doing?"

Naruto's jaw tightened, the sting of the words cutting deep. He wanted to scream back, to tell them he was trying his hardest, but he knew it wouldn't change anything.

By the end of the game, Naruto's team had lost again, and he felt the weight of failure pressing down on him.

The dormitory was quiet, and the distant hum of floodlights still illuminating the empty pitches. Naruto sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone. His body ached from the relentless grind of training, but his mind felt heavier.

He hadn't spoken to his parents since arriving at Re Al Academy. Part of him didn't want to. How could he face them when he wasn't even sure he belonged here? But tonight, the loneliness gnawed at him more than usual. After staring at his phone for several minutes, he finally tapped on the screen and selected his mother's contact number, facetiming her.

The phone barely rang twice before Kushina's face appeared on the screen, her vibrant red hair was slightly tousled, and her warm smile lit up the screen.

"Naruto! There's my boy!" she greeted, her voice full of energy. "It's about time you called. I was starting to think you forgot about us."

Naruto chuckled softly, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry, Mom. It's been… busy."

"Busy, huh?" Kushina tilted her head, studying him closely. "You look tired, sweetheart. Are you sleeping enough?"

"Yeah, of course," Naruto lied, trying to muster a confident grin. "Training's just intense, that's all. But I'm doing fine."

Kushina's eyes narrowed slightly, her motherly instincts kicking in. "Naruto… are you really fine?"

The question hit harder than Naruto expected. He opened his mouth to respond but hesitated. The weight of the past month suddenly felt overwhelming, but he didn't want to burden her with it.

"I'm fine, Mom," he said finally, his voice quieter. "It's just… a lot to get used to. The level here is way higher than I thought."

Kushina leaned closer to the screen, her sharp eyes softening. "Naruto, it's okay to admit if you're struggling. This isn't something you have to face alone."

Naruto looked away, his grip tightening on the phone. "I just… I don't want to let anyone down. You and Dad worked so hard to get me here, I have to make it work."

Kushina's expression shifted, a mix of pride and concern. "Naruto, listen to me. Your father and I are proud of you no matter what. Whether you're the best player at that academy or just figuring things out, it doesn't change how we feel about you."

Naruto's chest tightened at her words, and he felt a lump forming in his throat. He quickly looked away, blinking back the sting of tears.

Kushina softened her tone further. "You know, the holidays are coming up soon. Why don't you come home for a break? Take some time to rest, reset, and spend time with your family."

Naruto hesitated. The thought of going home was tempting, but part of him felt like leaving, even temporarily, would mean admitting defeat. "I don't know, Mom. What if the coaches think I'm not committed?"

Kushina chuckled lightly. "Naruto, even the best players in the world need a break sometimes. Besides, you don't want your old man to think you've forgotten how to eat his cooking, do you?"

Naruto managed a small smile. "That's true… Dad's food is hard to beat."

Kushina's smile widened. "Then it's settled. You'll come home for the holidays. I'll take care of everything, okay? Just promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

"Promise me you won't try to carry everything on your shoulders," Kushina said, her voice firm but loving. "We're here for you, Naruto. Always."

Naruto nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I promise."

Naruto adjusted the duffel bag slung over his shoulder, the blue and white of his Re Al Academy tracksuit catching the light of the bustling airport. After months of gruelling training, the sight of the Tokyo skyline through the plane window had been a welcome relief. The chaos of the academy had been replaced by the familiar hum of Japan, and for the first time in a while, Naruto felt at home.

As he made his way through the arrivals terminal, he spotted a figure walking ahead of him, equally clad in Re Al Academy gear was Sae.

Naruto wasn't surprised to see Sae here they were both from Japan, after all, and their flight had been packed with connections from Europe. Sae's presence, as always, exuded a quiet intensity that made people stop and stare. His sharp features and aura of unshakable confidence made him hard to miss.

Naruto kept his distance, not wanting to start a conversation. But that didn't stop others from noticing them.

A small group of reporters stood near the exit, cameras in hand and eyes scanning the crowd. As soon as they spotted Sae, they pounced.

"Itoshi Sae!" one of them called, rushing forward. "Can we get a quick interview?"

Sae ignored them entirely, his face a mask of calm disinterest. He didn't break stride as the reporters peppered him with questions.

"Sae, how has your training at Re Al Academy been?" "What do you think of the competition in Europe?" "Do you have any comments about representing Japan on the world stage?"

The reporters scrambled to keep up with Sae as he reached the curb, standing silently as he waited for his car. His complete lack of acknowledgment seemed to fluster them, but they didn't stop trying.

Naruto, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but smirk... Typical Sae

Then, one of the reporters turned, their eyes landing on Naruto's tracksuit. Recognition flickered in their expression.

"Wait, is that another Re Al Academy player?" one of them said, pointing.

The rest of the group immediately shifted their focus to Naruto, their curiosity piqued. "Excuse me!" one of them called, hurrying over. "Are you also training at Re Al Academy?"

Naruto blinked, caught off guard by the sudden attention. "Uh, yeah. I just joined this year."

The reporters exchanged glances, their intrigue growing. "We didn't know there was another Japanese player at Re Al. What's it like training there? How does it feel to be alongside someone like Sae?"

Naruto hesitated. The spotlight wasn't something he was used to. "It's… intense," he said carefully. "The level there is no joke. Everyone's pushing themselves to be the best."

"And what's your name?" another reporter asked. "We'd love to know more about you."

Naruto paused for a moment, unsure if he should answer. Then, with a small nod, he straightened his posture and spoke clearly. "Naruto Uzumaki."

The reaction was immediate. The reporters' eyes widened, their murmurs quickly turning into hushed excitement. "Uzumaki? As in the Uzumaki family? The business tycoons?"

Naruto's jaw tightened slightly. He had hoped to avoid this kind of attention. "Yeah," he said reluctantly. "That's my family."

One of the reporters leaned forward, their voice brimming with curiosity. "So, why football? With your family's connections, you could have followed a different path."

Naruto met their gaze, his blue eyes steady. "Because football is what I love. It's my dream, and I'm going to chase it no matter what."

Before they could ask more questions, Naruto spotted his car pulling up to the curb. The sleek black sedan stopped just a few feet away, and the driver stepped out, giving him a respectful nod.

"Excuse me," Naruto said, turning back to the reporters. "That's my ride."

As he walked away, he glanced over at Sae one last time. Sae's car had just arrived as well, and for a brief moment, their eyes met. Sae's expression was unreadable, but Naruto couldn't help feeling that his rival had been watching the entire interaction.

Naruto offered a small nod, more to himself than to Sae, before sliding into his car. The door closed with a soft click, and the city began to blur past the window as the car pulled away.

Leaning back against the seat, Naruto let out a slow breath. The reporters reaction to his name had left him uneasy. He didn't want to be known as the heir to the Uzumaki empire. He wanted to be known for what he could do on the pitch. That's why I'm doing this, he reminded himself. Not for them. For me.

His thoughts drifted back to Sae, standing stoically as the reporters hounded him. Sae's confidence was unshakable, his presence commanding even in silence. It was the kind of aura Naruto wanted to achieve not because of his name, but because of his skill.

The car weaved through the streets of Tokyo, drawing closer to the Uzumaki estate. Naruto sat up straighter, his resolve hardening. The holidays might be a break, but they wouldn't be an excuse to slow down. He had too much to prove to himself, to Sae, and to anyone who thought he couldn't make it.

As the car pulled into the long driveway of the Uzumaki estate, Naruto spotted his mother, Kushina, waiting at the door. Her arms were crossed, but her smile was warm. The sight brought a flicker of relief to Naruto's chest.

Stepping out of the car, he slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way up the steps. Kushina didn't say a word at first, simply pulling him into a tight hug.

"Welcome home, Naruto," she said softly.

"Thanks, Mom," he replied, his voice quieter than usual.

As he stepped inside, the familiar warmth of home wrapped around him. But even as he breathed it in, the fire in his chest burned brighter. The holidays were just a pause a chance to regroup before he threw himself back into the fight.

The dull thud of the ball meeting Naruto's foot echoed through the backyard training pitch of the Uzumaki estate. Naruto was drenched in sweat, his academy tracksuit clinging to him as he worked through his drills. Even during the holidays, he couldn't afford to let up. The competition at Re Al Academy was relentless, and if he wanted to rise to the top, he had to keep pushing.

"Naruto!" his mother's voice rang out from the patio. "Come inside! You need to get ready."

Naruto paused, catching the ball under his foot. "Ready for what?" he called back.

"We're going to the Mikages party tonight!" Kushina replied, her tone light but insistent. "Hurry up!"

Naruto frowned. "I don't have time for that. Besides, I'm covered in sweat."

Kushina rolled her eyes as she approached him, hands on her hips. "You're going, whether you like it or not. And if you don't want to change, that's fine. Your academy tracksuit will do it'll show everyone how hard you're working."

Naruto groaned, running a hand through his damp hair. "Fine, but this better not take all night."

As the car pulled up to the Mikage estate was a sprawling, luxurious property, rivalling the Uzumakis own home in size and elegance. Chandeliers sparkled from inside the grand hall, and the hum of chatter and laughter spilled out into the cool evening air. Cars pulled up one after another, dropping off sharply dressed guests in designer suits and gowns.

Naruto, however, stood out like a sore thumb in his Re Al Academy tracksuit. He tugged at the collar as he followed his mother into the house, feeling completely out of place.

The party itself was as expected adults mingling, sipping champagne, and talking business. Naruto quickly realized there was nothing here for him. He wandered away from the main crowd, finding himself leaning against a wall in one of the quieter corners of the hall.

As Naruto stood idly, scanning the room, he noticed a boy about his age making his way through the crowd. His vibrant purple highlighted hair made him stand out, and his confident stride suggested he was used to this kind of environment, Reo Mikage.

Naruto knew of Reo, the Mikage family was practically a household name in Japan, thanks to their massive business empire. The two had crossed paths before at similar events, but they had only talked a little.

Reo spotted Naruto and grinned, making his way over. "Naruto Uzumaki, right? The football guy?"

Naruto blinked, surprised. "Yeah, that's me, and you're Reo Mikage. The guy who probably hates football."

Reo laughed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "That's fair. I've never actually played before, too busy being dragged to these boring parties."

"Join the club," Naruto muttered, glancing around the room where the adults were deep in conversation about stocks, mergers, and other things he couldn't care less about.

Reo leaned against the wall beside him. "So, how come you play? Football, I mean. I know you're at Re Al Academy, but… why do you do it?"

Naruto hesitated. It wasn't a question he got asked often, and it wasn't something he usually talked about. But something about Reo's curious tone made him pause and think.

"I play because…" Naruto began, searching for the right words. "Because of the thrill. The rush of the game, the ego of beating the best, and the feeling inside when I score it's like nothing else. Every time I step onto the pitch, I know I'm getting closer to becoming the best in the world. And that's all I want."

Reo's eyes widened slightly, his expression a mix of surprise and admiration. "That's… intense."

Naruto shrugged. "It's who I am. Why? Are you thinking about trying it?"

Reo chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Maybe one day, I don't know."

Naruto smirked. "Well, if you ever do, let me know. I'll show you a few things."

As the conversation lulled, Naruto's eyes wandered across the room. He spotted a girl standing near the edge of the crowd, her short jet black hair making her easy to pick out. She wore a simple, elegant dress, her posture perfect as she sipped from a glass of water. Her gray eyes scanned the room with quiet detachment, as though she was observing the party from the outside.

"Who's that?" Naruto asked, nodding in her direction.

Reo followed his gaze and chuckled. "Her? That's Mikasa Ackerman. she goes to my school."

"She's… intense," Naruto said, watching the way she carried herself with a calm, almost intimidating aura.

Reo grinned. "Yeah, she's a bit cold, very serious. Doesn't talk much, but she's a good classmate. Keeps to herself most of the time."

Naruto tilted his head. "Why?"

Reo raised an eyebrow. "Why what?"

"Why does she keep to herself?"

Reo shrugged. "Who knows? She's like a wall of ice. Nobody gets close to her. Why are you so curious?"

Naruto leaned back, crossing his arms. "She's good looking."

Reo burst out laughing, drawing a few glances from nearby guests. "Good looking? Dude, good luck with that."

Naruto frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Mikasa doesn't date anyone," Reo said, shaking his head. "She's got this whole 'I don't need anyone' vibe. Trust me, don't even try it."

Naruto smirked, his competitive side kicking in. "Well, watch and learn."

Reo groaned, covering his face. "You're gonna embarrass yourself, Naruto."

Naruto's grin widened. "Maybe. But I don't lose, Reo, remember that."

As Naruto stood near the edge of the room, his eyes occasionally darting toward Mikasa Ackerman. She remained where she had been, a quiet observer in a sea of loud, bustling adults. Her composed demeanour, paired with her striking features, made her stand out even in a room filled with elegance and wealth.

Naruto glanced at Reo, who was leaning against the wall beside him, clearly amused by his friend's growing fascination.

"So, you're actually going to try this, huh?" Reo asked, smirking.

Naruto adjusted the collar of his Re Al Academy tracksuit and shrugged. "Why not?"

"Because she's ice cold, man," Reo said, his grin widening. "She barely talks to people at school, let alone some random guy at a party. You're wasting your time."

Naruto smirked, his blue eyes glinting with determination. "You said she doesn't talk to 'some random guy.' Good thing I'm not just some random guy."

Reo groaned, shaking his head. "Alright. Let's see what you've got."

Naruto took a deep breath and made his way across the room. He could feel the weight of Reo's amused gaze on his back, but he ignored it. Confidence had always been his greatest weapon, whether on the pitch or off, and tonight was no different.

As he neared Mikasa, she turned slightly, her sharp gray eyes catching his approach. Her expression didn't change no curiosity, no irritation, just calm observation. It was as if she were waiting to see what he would do.

"Hey," Naruto said, stopping a few feet away. He offered her a small, easy going smile. "You look like you're having just as much fun as I am."

Mikasa raised an eyebrow, her tone cool but polite. "And how much fun is that?"

"None," Naruto said with a chuckle. "Parties like this aren't really my thing."

Mikasa's gaze shifted slightly, her eyes briefly scanning his tracksuit before returning to his face. "You don't look like you belong here."

Naruto grinned. "That makes two of us."

For a moment, there was silence between them. Mikasa didn't seem inclined to continue the conversation, but she also didn't walk away. Naruto took it as a good sign.

"So," Naruto said, leaning slightly against a nearby column, "you go to school with Reo, right? What's that like?"

Mikasa gave a small shrug. "It's fine. He's loud, but he's a good classmate."

Naruto smirked. "Sounds about right. He's been running his mouth all night, telling me I don't have a chance talking to you."

Mikasa's lips twitched, almost forming a smile. "Is that so?"

"Yeah," Naruto said, nodding. "But I don't listen to guys like Reo. He thinks just because you're quiet, you're not interested in talking to people. I don't buy it."

Mikasa tilted her head slightly, her gray eyes narrowing in faint curiosity. "And what makes you think you know me?"

"I don't," Naruto admitted, his tone genuine. "But I'd like to."

Mikasa studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, to Naruto's surprise, she spoke. "You're not like the others here."

Naruto chuckled, gesturing to his tracksuit. "What gave it away?"

Her lips twitched again, but she didn't smile. "You're confident."

"That's one way to put it," Naruto said, his grin widening. "But seriously, why do you keep to yourself so much? You don't strike me as the shy type."

Mikasa hesitated, glancing toward the crowd of adults. Her voice was quieter when she replied. "Because I don't like wasting time on meaningless conversations."

Naruto raised an eyebrow. "And this? Is this meaningless?"

Mikasa's gray eyes flicked back to him, and for a brief moment, he thought he saw the faintest glimmer of amusement. "That depends."

"On what?"

"On whether you have anything interesting to say."

Naruto laughed, genuinely impressed. "Fair enough. Let's see… how about this, I'll make a bet with you."

Mikasa's eyebrow arched again. "A bet?"

"Yeah," Naruto said, crossing his arms. "I bet I can make you smile before the night's over."

Mikasa's expression didn't change, but there was a flicker of intrigue in her eyes. "What happens if you lose?"

Naruto shrugged. "Then I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night."

"And if you win?"

Naruto's grin widened. "Then you have to admit that talking to me wasn't a waste of time."

Mikasa considered this for a moment, then gave a small nod. "Alright. You have until the end of the night."

"Deal," Naruto said, extending a hand.

Mikasa didn't take it, but she gave him a subtle look that said, You're bold, Naruto. And that was enough for him.

As Naruto made his way back across the room, Reo was waiting for him, arms crossed and a look of disbelief on his face.

"Well?" Reo asked. "How'd it go?"

Naruto smirked, his confidence unshaken. "I got her to make a bet with me."

Reo's jaw dropped. "A bet? What kind of bet?"

"I bet I could make her smile before the night's over," Naruto said casually.

Reo groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "You're insane. Do you know how hard it is to get Mikasa to smile? You might as well have bet your life savings."

Naruto shrugged. "Maybe. But if I win, it'll be worth it."

Reo shook his head, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and admiration. "You're something else, Naruto. But don't come crying to me when she tears you apart."

Naruto chuckled. "Relax, Reo."

Reo sidled up beside Naruto, a bemused grin on his face. "So, what's the plan, Mr. Confident? You said you're going to make Mikasa smile, but she looks like she's about to ice over the entire room."

Naruto smirked, his blue eyes gleaming with determination. "I've got a few ideas."

"Alright," Reo said, crossing his arms. "This should be good."

Naruto approached Mikasa with his trademark confidence, his grin wide and easy. She noticed him immediately, her gray eyes flicking up to meet his. She didn't say anything, but the slight tilt of her head suggested curiosity.

"Hey, Mikasa," Naruto began. "So, I was talking to Reo, and I realised something."

Mikasa raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Naruto leaned in slightly, his grin widening. "You're probably the only person here who hasn't told me how amazing I am."

Mikasa's expression didn't change. "Why would I?"

Naruto pretended to be offended, placing a hand over his chest. "Because it's true! I'm at Re Al Academy, after all. That's got to earn me some praise."

Mikasa's lips twitched, but she quickly suppressed it. "So you're fishing for compliments now?"

"Not fishing," Naruto corrected, holding up a finger. "Just stating facts."

Mikasa shook her head, but Naruto could see the faintest glimmer of amusement in her eyes. Not a smile yet, but I'm getting closer, he thought.

Undeterred, Naruto tried a different approach. "Alright, forget the compliments. Let me tell you a story instead."

Mikasa crossed her arms, her expression skeptical. "A story?"

"Yep," Naruto said, his tone confident. "It's about the time I embarrassed myself."

That seemed to catch Mikasa's attention. "Go on."

Naruto launched into the tale of his first scrimmage at Re Al Academy. He described in vivid detail how he had tried to stop Itoshi Sae, only to completely misjudge his movements and end up sliding face first into the dirt. His exaggerated gestures and self deprecating humor painted a hilarious picture, drawing a few nearby listeners as well.

Mikasa's expression softened slightly, her lips almost curving upward. But just as Naruto thought he had her, she simply nodded. "Sounds like you recovered well."

Naruto groaned internally. So close.

As Naruto plotted his next move, a familiar voice rang out across the room. "There he is! My star player!"

Naruto turned, his stomach sinking slightly as he saw his mother, Kushina, making a beeline toward him. Her vibrant red hair and fiery energy made her impossible to miss, and her voice carried loud enough for half the party to hear.

"Oh, no," Naruto muttered under his breath.

Kushina reached him in seconds, placing her hands on her hips as she gave him a mock stern look. "Naruto, you've been hiding over here all night! Why aren't you mingling?"

"Mom," Naruto groaned, glancing at Mikasa out of the corner of his eye. "I'm fine. I don't need to mingle."

"Nonsense!" Kushina said, waving a hand dismissively. "Do you know how many people here would love to meet you? You're my son, after all. And not just any son one who's training at the best football academy in the world."

Naruto's face turned bright red as several nearby guests perked up at the mention of Re Al Academy. "Mom, can you not?"

But Kushina was just getting started. "Re Al Academy," she repeated proudly, her voice carrying through the room. "That's right! My Naruto is training alongside the best players in the world. It's no small feat, you know. Only the most talented get in."

As Naruto ran a hand through his hair, glancing at Mikasa. She looked intrigued but didn't say anything. Instead, she simply gestured toward his tracksuit. "I guess that explains the outfit."

"Yeah," Naruto muttered, scratching the back of his head.

Turning his attention back to his mother "Mom," Naruto hissed, his embarrassment growing. "Can we not do this here?"

Kushina ignored him entirely, turning to Reo and Mikasa. "Did you know about this? My son's a prodigy! He's going to be the best striker in the world one day."

Reo grinned, clearly enjoying the show. "Oh, we've heard, Mrs. Uzumaki. He's been modest about it, though."

Naruto shot him a glare. "You're not helping, Reo."

Kushina turned back to Naruto, her hands on her hips. "What? Am I not allowed to brag about my own son?"

"There's bragging, and then there's this," Naruto muttered, running a hand through his hair. "You're embarrassing me in front of everyone."

"Embarrassing you?" Kushina said, feigning shock. "Naruto, do you know how much I've sacrificed for you? I deserve to embarrass you at least a little."

Naruto groaned, his face still red. "Mom, I'm begging you... stop."

Kushina leaned closer, smirking. "Oh, you're begging now? That's new. Should I tell everyone about how you used to practice headers with a watermelon when you were seven?"

Naruto's eyes widened in horror. "Don't you dare!"

Reo burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. Even Mikasa, who had remained stoic for most of the evening, seemed to falter. Her lips curved upward slightly, the corners of her mouth lifting into the faintest smile.

Naruto froze mid argument, his blue eyes locking onto Mikasa. "Wait… you're smiling," he said, pointing at her.

Mikasa quickly tried to suppress it, but the damage was done. The faintest hint of amusement lingered in her eyes as she sipped her drink.

"I win the bet!" Naruto exclaimed, his embarrassment momentarily forgotten. "I told you I could make you smile!"

Mikasa shook her head, her expression returning to its usual calm. "I didn't realize we were still keeping score."

"Oh, we're definitely keeping score," Naruto said, his grin wide. "And that's one point for me."

Kushina, oblivious to the bet but delighted by the interaction, clapped her hands together. "Look at you, Naruto! Making friends already. See? I told you you're amazing."

Naruto sighed, but he couldn't hide his grin. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Mom."

The Mikage estate began to quiet as the party wound down, guests bidding their farewells and drifting out into the crisp evening air. Naruto stood near the front entrance, his hands in his pockets as he chatted with Reo, who had stuck by his side for most of the night. Despite the usual banter and teasing, Naruto found himself enjoying Reo's company more than he had expected.

Reo stretched his arms behind his head, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Man, these parties always drag on forever. You ready to head out?"

"More than ready," Naruto replied, glancing at the cars lining up outside. "But before we go… I wanted to say something."

Reo tilted his head, curious. "What's up?"

Naruto turned to face him, his blue eyes steady. "If you ever decide to give football a try, you should go for it. Watch a few videos, kick a ball around. See what you think."

Reo chuckled. "Football, huh? Maybe. I'm still into basketball right now, but who knows? Maybe when I get bored of it, I'll give football a shot."

Naruto smirked, his tone shifting as he stared directly into Reo's eyes. "Just know this if you ever try to take my spot at Re Al Academy, you'll need more than just talent. You'll need the ego to challenge me. And you don't have that yet."

Reo blinked, caught off guard by the intensity in Naruto's voice. For a moment, it felt like he was standing in front of someone completely different someone more commanding, more powerful. But before the weight of Naruto's words could fully sink in, the grin returned to his face.

"Not yet, huh?" Reo said, his voice quieter.

Naruto's expression softened, and he clapped a hand on Reo's shoulder. "But if you do decide to go for it, I'll help you. Show you the ropes, give you a few tips. It'd be fun."

Reo smiled, the tension easing. "Alright, Naruto, deal."

The two exchanged contact information, and as they shook hands, Reo felt a flicker of something he hadn't expected respect. Naruto wasn't just another player. There was something about him that made Reo want to take the challenge seriously.

As the last of the guests filtered out, Naruto spotted Mikasa heading toward the exit, her sleek black hair catching the light as she moved. She walked with the same calm, deliberate grace that had drawn his attention earlier, and Naruto felt a strange sense of urgency.

"Hey, Mikasa," he called, jogging after her.

She paused and turned, her gray eyes meeting his. "Yes?"

Naruto hesitated for a moment, scratching the back of his head. "I was wondering… could I get your number?"

Mikasa raised an eyebrow, her expression calm but curious. "Why?"

"Well," Naruto said, his tone lighter, "I'll be heading back to Spain soon, and I won't be in Japan for a while. I thought maybe we could talk more sometime."

Mikasa considered this, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. Naruto stood his ground, his smile warm but sincere. Finally, she gave a small nod, pulling out her phone.

"Alright," she said simply.

Naruto grinned as they exchanged numbers, the glow of victory lighting up his expression. "Thanks, Mikasa. I'll text you sometime."

"Sure," she replied, her tone neutral. But there was a faint softness in her gaze as she turned and walked away, leaving Naruto standing in the cool night air.

Naruto adjusted his bag as he stepped off the plane in Madrid, the chill of the early Spanish morning nipping at his skin. The sights and sounds of the airport were familiar now. After spending the holidays in Japan, reconnecting with his family and making unexpected connections with Reo and Mikasa, he was back where it all began Re Al Academy.

But this time, things felt different. He wasn't just returning as the same player who left, he was coming back with a sharper determination. While home, Naruto had reflected deeply on his time at the academy. The matches he lost, the moments he was outplayed especially by players, lingered in his mind like an itch he couldn't scratch. He knew he lacked something fundamental. Speed, power, and skill were vital, but the game was bigger than that. He needed to find his edge, something unique to him that could turn the tide in his favour.

The academy grounds were alive with activity, even at this early hour. The steady thuds of footballs striking the turf, the shouts of coaches, and the sharp squeak of boots on grass filled the air. Naruto made his way to the locker room, where a mix of familiar and new faces greeted him. Some players nodded in acknowledgment, while others barely looked up. At Re Al Academy, respect wasn't given it was earned.

After changing into his training kit, Naruto joined his assigned team for the day's scrimmage. The coach, a tall man with a clipboard permanently attached to his hand, barked instructions.

"Today's focus, positional play and tactical awareness. I want every player thinking two moves ahead. Understand?"

The team murmured their agreement, but Naruto's mind was already racing. Positional play meant he couldn't rely on brute effort. It was about reading the game, something he'd been working on quietly in his own way.

The whistle blew, and the game began. Naruto's team faced a squad led by one of the academy's most aggressive strikers. From the first touch, it was clear their opponents were organized, pressing high and cutting off passing lanes with precision.

Naruto, playing in a central role, struggled at first. Every pass he tried was intercepted, and his teammates began to grow visibly frustrated. But as the game went on, something strange happened.

Naruto's eyes began to focus on the flow of the game. The positioning of players, the patterns of movement it was as if a faint whisper in his mind pointed out where things were breaking down. When the opposing winger pushed too far forward, Naruto's eye flicked to the gap he left behind. When their centre-back stepped out to press, Naruto saw the space they exposed in the middle.

"Shift left!" Naruto called to his teammates. "They're leaving the wing open!"

A few players glanced at him, unsure, but when they followed his instructions, the team suddenly found themselves breaking into space. Naruto's teammate on the wing received the ball and whipped in a cross that led to their first goal.

Naruto clenched his fist, his heart pounding. What was that? he thought. It wasn't like he saw everything perfectly, but in that moment, it was as if the answer had been right in front of him.

As the scrimmage continued, Naruto found himself stepping into a more commanding role. He didn't have the raw skill to take on three defenders and score on his own like Sae, but he had a growing knack for directing the flow of play. When he told a teammate to overlap, it opened space. When he called for a quick switch, it broke the opponent's press. Slowly, his team started to dominate.

On the sidelines, the coaches exchanged glances.

"Uzumaki's reading the game differently today," one of them murmured. "He's not just playing, he's thinking."

The head coach nodded, jotting something on his clipboard. "Keep an eye on him. He might be developing a tactical edge."

After the scrimmage, the players gathered around the coach for feedback. Naruto wiped sweat from his brow, his body exhausted but his mind still buzzing. He knew he had played differently today, but he wasn't sure how to explain it.

"Good work today," the coach began, his tone as sharp as ever. "Most of you need to work on your positional awareness. Too much ball watching. But one of you showed signs of real tactical growth."

The players glanced at each other, murmurs spreading through the group. Naruto felt his stomach tighten.

"Uzumaki," the coach said, looking directly at him. "You saw things today that others didn't. Keep building on that, It could be your strength."

Naruto blinked, surprised. A few of his teammates gave him begrudging nods of acknowledgment. It wasn't much, but it was a step forward.

Later that evening, Naruto sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall. He replayed the scrimmage in his mind, trying to understand what had happened.

Why had the game suddenly made sense to him?

Why had his instincts felt sharper than ever?

His eyes drifted to the small mirror across the room. He leaned forward, staring at his reflection. His bright blue eyes gazed back at him, but one seemed to glint slightly differently under the fluorescent light. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but it made him pause.

"It's like…" he muttered to himself. "Like my eyes are showing me something."

He shook his head, dismissing the thought. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. What mattered was that he had found something a way to impact the game, even if he couldn't do it alone.

The next day, Naruto approached the coach before training. "Coach," he said, his voice steady. "Can I play centrally again today? I want to keep working on what we did yesterday."

The coach raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Fine, show me it wasn't a fluke."

Naruto nodded, determination burning in his chest. He didn't have Sae's talent, or Kaiya's ferocity, but he had something else something that was starting to take shape.

As the team gathered on the pitch, Naruto took his position in the centre, his eyes scanning the field. He wasn't just playing anymore. He was thinking, reading, adapting.

And for the first time, he felt like he truly belonged...

Chapter 2 – Re Al Academy End

And that's the end!

Slow chapter just to build some things.

Next, I'll start showcasing much more of the academy as we dive into the UEFA Youth League (Basically the U20s Champions League)

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Until next time,
Byebye!