A/N

Yo!

The support for this story has been amazing, so I just wanna take a moment to thank everyone who's been reading and enjoying it so far! Seriously, it means a lot.

This chapter is a big one, Naruto finally joins the Ubers, and we get introduced to some new characters. Things are about to get even more interesting as we dive deeper into this arc.

Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 7 - Ll Recuperare

The plane touched down at Narita International Airport, the gentle thud of the landing jolting Naruto awake. He rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the bright sunlight filtering through the window. His ankle was wrapped tightly in a brace, and every step he took felt awkward, even with the crutches supporting him.

Despite the discomfort, there was a strange comfort in being back home. The familiar air, the distant sounds of announcements in Japanese, and the sight of travellers bustling around the terminal brought back memories of his life before Europe.

Waiting just past the security checkpoint, Naruto spotted two familiar faces Minato and Kushina. His mother waved enthusiastically, her red hair gleaming under the airport lights, while his father stood beside her with a calm but warm smile.

"Naruto!" Kushina called, rushing toward him as soon as he passed through the gate. She pulled him into a tight hug, mindful of his crutches. "Welcome home, sweetheart."

"Mom, you're crushing me," Naruto muttered, though a small smile played on his lips.

Kushina pulled back, her eyes scanning him from head to toe. "Look at you. You've grown, but… that ankle." Her expression turned serious, concern evident in her eyes. "How's it feeling?"

"It's fine," Naruto said quickly. "The doctors said it's healing well. I just need to take it easy for a while."

Minato stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Naruto's shoulder. "It's good to have you back, even if it's just for a little while. Let's get you home."

The drive back to the Uzumaki household was filled with quiet conversation. Kushina asked about his time at Re Al Academy, the match against Paris X Gen, and how he was feeling about the upcoming loan to Ubers.

"So, Ubers, huh?" Kushina said, glancing back at Naruto from the front seat. "Your agent told us it's one of the most disciplined teams in Europe."

"Yeah," Naruto said, adjusting his position slightly to ease the pressure on his ankle. "That's why I chose them. I need discipline. I need to learn how to control… well, everything."

Kushina raised an eyebrow, but she didn't press further. Instead, Minato spoke up.

"Just don't push yourself too hard," he said gently. "Recovery is important. You won't be able to prove anything if you rush back and get hurt again."

Naruto nodded, appreciating the advice even if he didn't fully agree. In his mind, there was no time to waste. He needed to get stronger as quickly as possible.

The Uzumaki household hadn't changed much since Naruto left. It was a modest but warm home, filled with little touches that reflected Kushina's vibrant personality and Minato's calm presence. As Naruto stepped inside, he felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him.

"Go sit down," Kushina said, ushering him toward the living room. "I'll get you something to eat."

Naruto didn't argue. He lowered himself onto the couch, resting his crutches against the armrest. The familiar scent of home-cooked food filled the air, and for a moment, he allowed himself to relax.

Minato joined him a few minutes later, sitting in the armchair across from him. He studied Naruto quietly before speaking.

"You seem different," Minato said. "More focused."

"I have to be," Naruto replied, his tone serious. "I don't have time to mess around. The board at Re Al is already looking at replacements. If I don't come back stronger, they'll forget about me."

Minato sighed. "Football's a tough world, but you're tougher. Just remember, you're not doing this alone. You've got people who believe in you."

Naruto met his father's gaze, the weight of his words sinking in. "Thanks, Dad."

When Kushina finally called them to the table, Naruto hobbled over with his crutches, a grin forming as he saw the spread she had prepared. His favourite dishes ramen, gyoza, and tempura covered the table, each one looking more delicious than the last.

"Figured you'd miss real Japanese food," Kushina said proudly, placing a bowl of steaming hot ramen in front of him.

Naruto's mouth watered. "You have no idea."

As they ate, the conversation turned lighter. They laughed about old memories, teased each other about little things, and for a while, Naruto forgot about the pressures waiting for him in Europe. It was just him and his family, sharing a meal and enjoying each other's company.

Later that night, Naruto sat alone in his room, the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the window. His ankle throbbed slightly, but he ignored it, his mind drifting to everything that lay ahead.

He pulled out his phone and opened Funeral Parlor's page. Inori had posted another update about Ubers, speculating on how Naruto might fit into Snuffy's system. He liked the post without thinking, then set his phone down.

"I'll make it," he whispered to himself.

His eyes flicked toward the mirror across the room, catching a faint glint in his reflection. For a brief moment, his left eye flickered, the slit pupil and faint blue ring appearing before fading away.

While on his bed, He scrolled through his contacts, pausing when he reached Mikasa Ackerman's name.

It had been a while since they last talked. Naruto had been caught up with training, matches, and then the injury, but he hadn't forgotten about her. He hesitated for a moment before typing out a message.

Naruto - Hey, I'm back in Japan for a bit. Wanna meet up?

He stared at the screen, wondering if she'd even respond. They weren't exactly close, but there had always been something about Mikasa that intrigued him. She was calm, serious, and didn't seem fazed by much qualities Naruto admired, even if they hadn't interacted much beyond that one party.

A few moments later, his phone buzzed.

Mikasa - Sure. When and where?

Naruto grinned, relieved that she was up for it. He quickly typed back.

Naruto - I'll meet you at your school tomorrow after class, if that works.

Mikasa - Okay. See you then.

He stared at the screen for a moment, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. He knew exactly why he wanted to see her

Satisfied, he set his phone down and closed his eyes, letting the day's events fade into the background. Tomorrow would be a new day.

The next day Naruto arrived at Hakuho High School just as the final bell rang. The ankle brace under his pants made walking with his crutches awkward, but he managed. He waited outside the gates, watching as students filed out in groups, chatting and laughing.

It didn't take long for him to spot Mikasa. Her short, jet-black hair framed her serious expression as she walked toward the gate, her school bag slung over one shoulder. She was alone, as usual, moving through the crowd without paying much attention to anyone.

When she saw Naruto, her eyes widened slightly in surprise. She hadn't expected him to show up in his Re Al Academy tracksuit, crutches in hand, looking both out of place and completely at ease.

"You actually came," Mikasa said as she approached.

"Of course I did," Naruto replied with a grin. "I don't make promises I can't keep."

She glanced at his ankle. "How's the injury?"

"Getting better," he said, tapping the crutch lightly on the ground. "Still hurts, but I'll survive. You ready to go?"

Mikasa nodded, and the two of them started walking down the street. Despite the crutches slowing him down, Naruto kept pace with her easily, the conversation flowing naturally.

"So, what's it like being back in Japan?" Mikasa asked after a while.

"It's… weird," Naruto admitted. "Feels familiar, but different. I've been gone so long, and everything's changed a little. But it's good to be home, even if it's just for a bit."

"Are you heading back soon?" she asked.

"Yeah," Naruto said, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "I'm going on loan to Ubers in Europe. It's supposed to be a great opportunity, but it's tough knowing I won't be here for long."

Mikasa nodded thoughtfully. "Sounds like a lot of pressure."

Naruto laughed lightly. "Yeah, you could say that. But pressure's part of the game. If I can't handle it, I won't make it to the top."

She glanced at him, noticing the fire in his eyes despite the calm tone of his voice. It was the same determination she remembered seeing when they first met—Naruto Uzumaki wasn't someone who backed down easily.

"You're serious about becoming the best, huh?" Mikasa asked.

"Dead serious," Naruto said, his voice steady. "I have to be. I've already decided I'll be the best striker in the world."

Mikasa didn't say anything for a moment, but a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "You're pretty intense, you know that?"

Naruto grinned. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

They continued walking, the conversation shifting to lighter topics school, friends, and life in general. For a brief moment, Naruto forgot about his injury, the loan to Ubers, and the pressure waiting for him in Europe. Being with Mikasa felt… normal.

As they reached a small park, Naruto suggested they sit for a while. He lowered himself onto a bench with a relieved sigh, adjusting his crutches beside him. Mikasa sat next to him, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the scene.

"You know," Naruto said after a moment, "you're one of the few people who doesn't treat me differently because of football."

Mikasa raised an eyebrow. "Why would I? You're just Naruto."

He chuckled. "Exactly. Most people either put me on a pedestal or act like I'm untouchable. But you… you just talk to me like a normal person. It's nice."

Mikasa shrugged. "I don't see the point in treating you any differently. You're still figuring things out, like everyone else."

Naruto smiled, appreciating her straightforwardness. "Thanks, that means a lot."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the world go by. Eventually, Mikasa glanced at him. "So, what happens next?"

"I leave in a few days," Naruto said. "But before that, I just want to enjoy being home. Spend time with my family, see a few people… and maybe hang out with you again?"

Mikasa considered this for a moment before nodding. "Sure. Just don't expect me to be impressed by all your football stories."

Naruto laughed. "Deal."

As the sun began to set, they got up and started walking back towards the gate of the park, Mikasa turned to face him.

"Take care of that ankle," she said, her tone serious. "No point in rushing things if it makes it worse."

Naruto gave her a playful salute. "Yes, ma'am."

She rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. "See you around, Naruto."

"Yeah. See you, Mikasa."

As she walked away, Naruto watched her for a moment before calling back out to her.

"Hey, Mikasa," Naruto said, his voice quieter than usual.

She turned to face him, her gray eyes meeting his, curious but patient. "What is it?"

Naruto took a deep breath, steadying himself. This wasn't something he was used to being vulnerable. But if there was anyone, he could be honest with, it was her.

"Look," he began, his eyes flicking down briefly before meeting hers again, "I know things haven't exactly been easy between us. Me being in Europe, always busy with football… it's not like we get to talk much. And I get it it's been hard to stay connected."

Mikasa didn't interrupt, sensing that this was something important. Naruto continued, his voice steady but serious.

"I just wanted to say… don't wait for me," he said, his heart pounding as the words left his mouth. "I know we're just friends, but… I've grown to like you. And it feels unfair to ask you to wait for someone who's always away, always caught up in his own world."

Mikasa blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. Naruto's eyes softened as he added, "If you find someone else while I'm gone, don't worry about me. It's okay. We weren't dating or anything, so… it's only fair."

For a moment, there was silence. Mikasa stared at him, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she nodded.

"You're right," she said quietly. "It's been hard, with you being in Europe. The time zones… it's not easy to keep in touch."

Naruto felt a pang in his chest, but he didn't let it show. He smiled faintly, forcing himself to stay light hearted. "Yeah. It's for the best, right? We should keep our options open."

Mikasa's gaze softened, and she gave him a small, understanding smile. "Yeah, it makes sense."

Naruto exhaled slowly, relieved but also strangely empty. Still, he kept up his usual grin. "Come on. I'll walk you home."

The rest of the walk was quieter, but not awkward. Naruto kept the conversation light, talking about random things how good it felt to be back in Japan, how his mom had cooked a feast the moment he got home, and how annoying it was to hobble around on crutches.

Mikasa chuckled softly at his antics, and for a while, it felt like nothing had changed between them. They reached her house just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the neighbourhood.

As they approached the front door, Mikasa's little brother, came rushing out excitedly. His eyes lit up the moment he saw Naruto.

"Whoa! Naruto Uzumaki!" the boy exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. "I saw you on TV! You're so cool!"

Naruto couldn't help but laugh, crouching slightly despite the crutches to ruffle the boy's hair. "Thanks, little guy. You're pretty cool yourself."

The boy grinned from ear to ear. "Can I get a picture with you? Please?"

Naruto smiled. "Of course."

Mikasa pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of her brother standing proudly beside Naruto, who gave a thumbs up for the camera. The boy beamed, looking like he had just met his hero.

"Thanks, Naruto!" he said, running back inside to show the picture to their parents.

Mikasa lowered her phone, tucking it into her pocket. "He's been a fan since he saw your highlights during the Youth League."

Naruto grinned. "Glad I could make his day."

As he adjusted his crutches, Mikasa turned to him, her expression softer than before. "Thanks for walking me home."

"Anytime," Naruto said, smiling. "Take care of yourself, Mikasa."

"You too," she said quietly. "And… good luck in Europe."

Naruto gave her one last nod before turning to leave. As he walked away, he felt a strange mix of emotions relief, sadness, and a lingering sense of what could have been.

On the way back, Naruto replayed the conversation in his mind. He hadn't planned on saying all that, but it felt right. Mikasa deserved someone who could be there for her, someone who wouldn't constantly be half a world away. It hurt to let go of that possibility, but he knew it was the right thing to do.

Still, as he walked through the quiet streets, a part of him couldn't help but wonder would things be different if he wasn't so focused on becoming the best? Would there ever be a time when he could put something, or someone, ahead of football?

For now, though, he knew the answer.

I'll become the best striker in the world first. Then… maybe.

He smiled to himself, despite the lingering ache in his chest. He had a long road ahead of him, but he wouldn't let anything stop him not doubt, not injury, and certainly not distance.

As he reached his own house, Naruto glanced up at the night sky, the stars twinkling faintly above.

"Thanks, Mikasa," he whispered to himself. "For understanding."

The next couple of days were a rare break for Naruto finally, a chance to relax and enjoy himself before heading off to join the Ubers. As he currently he found himself inside the arcade.

Naruto leaned against a claw machine, the familiar hum and buzz of the arcade surrounding him. His cap was pulled low over his face, hiding his identity. Despite being back in Japan for only a short time, people had started recognizing him after the news of his loan move to Ubers broke.

He had come here to distract himself. The lingering thoughts of his conversation with Mikasa weighed on him, and with his flight to Europe scheduled for the next day, he needed something to take his mind off things.

After spending a few minutes trying (and failing) to win a plushie from the claw machine, Naruto turned toward the snack bar. He wasn't hungry, but he figured grabbing a drink might help pass the time.

As Naruto made his way through the crowded arcade, his crutches clicking softly against the floor, he accidentally bumped into someone. The jolt wasn't strong, but it was enough to knock the drink out of the other person's hand.

"Ah, crap—" Naruto began, expecting the drink to crash to the floor. But instead of spilling, something unexpected happened.

The boy Naruto had bumped into extended his foot, effortlessly stopping the falling drink. With a casual flick of his ankle, he popped the drink back into his hand, taking a sip as if nothing had happened.

Naruto stared, wide eyed. "Woah…?"

The boy, who had shaggy, white hair and a perpetually lazy expression, shrugged. "Didn't want it to hit the floor, would've been a waste."

Naruto's eyes narrowed, still in disbelief. "You play football?"

The boy shook his head lazily. "Nah. Never tried it."

Naruto's mind raced. He had seen countless skilled players during his time at Re Al, but this was something else entirely. The boy's control, balance, and reflexes were ridiculous natural, effortless, like it didn't even require thought.

"What's your name?" Naruto asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Nagi," the boy said, taking another sip of his drink. "Nagi Seishiro."

"Nagi, huh?" Naruto repeated, committing the name to memory. "You've got crazy control for someone who's never played football."

Nagi shrugged again, clearly uninterested in the topic. "Just didn't want to spill my drink."

Naruto smiled, shaking his head. "Well, if you ever do try football, you might be pretty good at it. Anyway, thanks for the show, Nagi. I've gotta head out."

"Later," Nagi said lazily, already turning back toward whatever game, he had been playing.

As Naruto made his way out of the arcade, he couldn't help but think about the strange encounter. Nagi Seishiro someone with that level of natural control could easily become a top-tier player if he ever decided to take the sport seriously. But for now, it seemed like Nagi didn't care.

Still, the thought lingered in Naruto's mind as he walked through the streets of Tokyo. He had met countless players who worked tirelessly to master their skills, but Nagi had something rare raw, effortless talent.

"Maybe one day," Naruto muttered to himself with a grin, "we'll meet on the pitch."

Narita International Airport – Departure Terminal

Naruto stood with his parents near the departure gate. His flight to Europe was boarding soon, and once again, it was time to say goodbye.

Kushina clutched his hand tightly, though she wore a warm smile, her eyes betrayed a hint of sadness.

"You sure you packed everything?" she asked for the third time.

Naruto chuckled softly. "Yeah, Mom. I double checked. Don't worry."

Beside her, Minato spoke "Take care of yourself, Naruto," he said gently. "Don't rush the recovery. You've got time."

Naruto nodded, appreciating his father's words. "I'll be careful. Promise."

Kushina squeezed his hand one last time before pulling him into a tight hug. "We're proud of you, sweetheart," she whispered. "Just remember, no matter what happens, we're always here for you."

Naruto hugged her back, feeling a mix of emotions love, determination, and a touch of sadness. Leaving his family was never easy, but he knew it was necessary. He had a goal, and nothing was going to stop him from reaching it.

As they pulled apart, Kushina wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, quickly replacing it with a bright smile. "Okay, go be amazing. And don't forget to call us when you land!"

"I will," Naruto said with a grin. "Love you guys."

"Love you too," Kushina said.

"Go on, Naruto," Minato added with a nod. "We'll be watching."

With one final wave, Naruto turned and began making his way toward the gate. His crutches clicked softly against the tiled floor, the brace on his ankle hidden beneath his pants. Despite the injury, his steps were steady, his resolve unshaken.

As Naruto approached the gate, he pulled out his boarding pass and passport, handing them to the attendant. The woman smiled politely, scanning his documents before waving him through.

"Safe travels, Uzumaki-san," she said cheerfully.

"Thanks," Naruto replied, tucking his documents away as he headed down the corridor toward the plane.

Boarding the aircraft, he found his seat near the window. Settling in, he leaned back and exhaled slowly, letting the tension ease from his shoulders. Outside, the lights of the airport flickered against the night sky, casting a warm glow over the runway.

For a moment, Naruto allowed himself to relax. He thought about everything that had happened over the past few days his conversation with Mikasa, the encounter with Nagi, and the bittersweet moments with his family.

This is it, he thought.

The next chapter begins now.

As the plane taxied down the runway, Naruto glanced out the window. The familiar sights of Tokyo faded into the distance as the aircraft began its ascent, climbing higher into the sky.

He closed his eyes briefly, letting the steady hum of the engines lull him into a calm state. Despite the uncertainty of what lay ahead, he felt ready. Ready to face the challenges at Ubers, ready to master his new abilities, and ready to prove to himself and everyone else that he could be the best.

His phone buzzed softly in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw a message from Mikasa.

Mikasa - Safe flight. Don't forget to call when you get there.

Naruto smiled, quickly typing a response.

Naruto - Will do. Thanks again. See you around.

He hesitated for a moment before sending another message to Kaiya, one of his closest friends from Re Al.

Naruto - Heading out now. Keep an eye on things for me. I'll be back stronger.

Kaiya responded almost instantly.

Kaiya - Don't take too long, Uzumaki. We've got games to win.

Naruto chuckled softly, putting his phone away as the plane continued its climb. His mind drifted to Snuffy, Ubers, and the intense training that awaited him. He didn't know exactly what to expect, but one thing was certain he wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.

As the plane levelled out high above the clouds, Naruto looked out the window once more, the endless night sky stretching before him.

"I'll master my eyes," he whispered to himself. "I'll become stronger. And when I come back, I'll be ready to take my place as the best striker in the world."

With that final thought, he closed his eyes, letting sleep take him as the plane continued its journey across the globe.

Turin - Ubers Training Complex

Naruto's car pulled up to the front entrance, and he stared out the window, taking in the sight of the facility. It wasn't as massive as Re Al's academy, but there was something imposing about its clean, minimalistic design.

As the car stopped, Naruto grabbed his crutches and stepped out carefully. His ankle, still in a brace, twinged slightly, but he ignored it. Today wasn't about the injury it was about starting over.

A staff member greeted him at the entrance. "Welcome, Uzumaki. Coach Marcello is expecting you. Follow me."

Naruto nodded, adjusting his crutches as he followed the staff member through the complex. The air smelled faintly of grass and fresh paint, and he could hear the distant sounds of players training on the pitch.

Inside one of the offices, Coach Marcello waited. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man in his late forties, with sharp eyes that seemed to take in every detail at once. As Naruto entered, Marcello stood, offering a firm handshake.

"Uzumaki, welcome to Ubers," Marcello said, his voice calm but authoritative. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Thanks, Coach," Naruto replied, meeting his gaze with confidence.

Marcello gestured for him to sit. "Before we begin, I want to be clear, this isn't going to be easy. You're coming in off an injury, and our system is one of the most demanding in youth football. But if you're willing to put in the work, you'll get stronger here."

"I'm ready," Naruto said without hesitation. "I want to learn. I want to get better."

Marcello studied him for a moment, then nodded approvingly. "Good. That's what I like to hear."

He picked up a tablet from his desk and tapped a few times. "There's someone I want you to meet. He's been with Ubers for a while now, and he's a key part of our system. You'll be working closely with him as you get used to our style."

Naruto raised an eyebrow, curious. "Who is it?"

Marcello smiled faintly. "Come with me."

They walked through the training facility, eventually stepping out onto one of the smaller pitches. A group of players was gathered around, running drills with a level of precision Naruto hadn't seen before. At the centre of it all was a tall figure with blond, wavy hair and an air of quiet confidence.

"So, you're Uzumaki," Snuffy said, his voice low but commanding. "Marcello's been talking about you."

"Yeah," Naruto said, meeting Snuffy's gaze evenly. "I'm here to learn."

Snuffy tilted his head slightly, studying Naruto as if trying to gauge something. After a moment, he nodded. "Good. You'll need that attitude if you want to survive here."

Marcello stepped forward. "Snuffy, I want you to introduce Naruto to someone. He'll need to understand what makes Ubers different from other teams."

Snuffy smirked slightly, glancing back toward the pitch. "Sure, follow me."

Snuffy led Naruto across the pitch, where a tall, lanky figure was juggling a ball effortlessly with his feet. The player's free-flowing black hair with purple dyed tips swayed as he moved, and his striking purple eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence. His messy appearance contrasted with the precision of his movements.

As Naruto got closer, he noticed something unusual the player's teeth gleamed golden, giving him an almost menacing aura. Despite his relaxed demeanour, there was something about him that radiated confidence and control.

"Lorenzo," Snuffy called out.

The player stopped juggling, catching the ball under his foot in one smooth motion before turning toward them. His purple eyes flicked to Naruto, scanning him briefly before he gave a lazy grin.

"So, this is the new guy?" Don Lorenzo said, his voice smooth and laid back. "Didn't expect you to be limping in on crutches."

Naruto smirked, unfazed by the comment. "I won't be limping for long."

Lorenzo's grin widened, and he walked over, offering a hand. Naruto shook it firmly, noticing the relaxed but controlled strength in Lorenzo's grip.

"Don Lorenzo," he said. "Centre-back. I'm the guy who makes sure nothing gets through."

"Nice to meet you," Naruto replied. "Naruto Uzumaki."

Snuffy crossed his arms, his expression serious. "Lorenzo is the heart of our defence. He's not just a defender he's a strategist. He reads the game better than anyone and controls the flow of play from the back."

Lorenzo shrugged, still grinning. "It's all about timing. You can't just react you have to know what's going to happen before it does."

Naruto's eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued. This was exactly what he needed to learn. Lorenzo's ability to anticipate and control the game was something he could study, something that could help him master his Emperor's Eye.

Marcello chimed in. "You'll be working with Lorenzo and Snuffy during your time here. Learn from them. Ubers' system is built on precision and control, and if you want to succeed, you'll need to adapt."

Naruto nodded, his resolve firm. "Got it. I'm ready."

Lorenzo's grin didn't fade. "Good. Let's see if you can keep up."

Ubers Training Complex – Recovery Complete

Naruto made his way toward the training pitch, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. His crutches were gone, and though his ankle was still wrapped for support, the brace had been removed. After a thorough evaluation from the medical staff, he had been cleared to begin light training.

He wasn't just relieved he was excited. This was his chance to finally get back on the pitch and prove himself.

Standing by the sidelines, Snuffy and Lorenzo watched him approach. Snuffy, ever calm and composed, gave Naruto a nod of approval. Lorenzo, however, had that same lazy grin, his golden teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

"You ready, Uzumaki?" Snuffy asked, his tone neutral but expectant.

Naruto stopped a few feet away, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Yeah. I'm ready."

"Good," Snuffy said, folding his arms. "Today, we're not focusing on physical conditioning that'll come later. Right now, I want to see how you think, how you react."

Naruto raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Snuffy gestured toward Lorenzo. "Lorenzo's going to show you something. Your job is simple stop him."

Lorenzo rolled his shoulders lazily, stepping forward with the ball at his feet. "Hope you're ready, Uzumaki. This won't be easy."

Naruto nodded, already shifting into a defensive stance. He had heard about Lorenzo's reputation the guy wasn't just a brilliant defender; he was also known for his unconventional dribbling style, something people called Zombie Dribbling.

Lorenzo started slow, rolling the ball forward with a lazy touch. But as he moved, Naruto immediately noticed something strange his upper body and lower body didn't move in sync. Lorenzo's shoulders swayed one way while his legs moved another, making it nearly impossible to predict his next move.

He advanced toward Naruto, his movements erratic and disjointed. One moment it looked like he was leaning left, but his legs pushed him right. The next, his body tilted forward, but his feet dragged the ball backward in a fluid motion.

Most defenders would be completely thrown off by the lack of coordination, unable to read Lorenzo's centre of gravity or anticipate his dribble.

But Naruto wasn't like most people.

Naruto's eyes narrowed, focusing intently on Lorenzo. He didn't bother trying to follow the erratic movements of Lorenzo's upper or lower body. Instead, he honed in on one key detail the ball. His vision sharpened, and the world around him seemed to slow slightly.

Focus on the ball, ignore everything else.

As Lorenzo continued his confusing dribble, Naruto's mind worked quickly, analysing every subtle shift in the ball's position. He didn't react too early or commit to one side he waited, like a hawk stalking its prey.

Lorenzo grinned as he noticed Naruto wasn't biting on any of his feints. "Oh? Not bad, Uzumaki. But let's see how long you can keep up."

He added more flair to his dribbling, twisting his body unnaturally and moving with unpredictable speed. But Naruto stayed locked in, his Emperor's Eye guiding him, waiting for the perfect moment.

And then it came.

Lorenzo shifted his weight slightly, just enough to push the ball forward for his next move. In that split second, Naruto saw the opportunity. Without hesitation, he lunged forward, his foot connecting cleanly with the ball and knocking it away from Lorenzo.

Lorenzo stumbled slightly, caught off guard by how precisely Naruto had timed his tackle. Before he could recover, Naruto had already taken control of the ball, standing tall with a look of quiet dominance.

Snuffy, watching from the sidelines, raised an eyebrow in surprise, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Lorenzo straightened up, his grin wider than before. His purple eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Naruto. "Ohhh, Uzumaki… you're strong. Real strong."

Naruto didn't respond immediately. He stood there, holding the ball, his breathing steady and his expression unreadable. But something about the way he carried himself had changed there was an air of authority, of control.

It wasn't arrogance it was dominance.

Snuffy stepped forward, clapping his hands slowly. "Looks like we've got a real monster on our hands."

Naruto finally broke his silence, glancing at Lorenzo with a small smirk. "Your dribbling's weird, but it won't work if you can't control the ball."

Lorenzo chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Man, you're scary when you get serious."

Snuffy approached, his expression thoughtful. "Good. Very good. You didn't let his movements distract you, and you waited for the right moment to act. That's what we want here at Ubers precision, patience, and control."

Naruto handed the ball back to Lorenzo, still feeling the adrenaline from the exchange. "So, what's next?"

Snuffy grinned. "Next, we work on integrating you into the team. Ubers doesn't rely on individual brilliance, it's about how well you can read the game and work within the system. Keep up what you showed today, and you'll fit in just fine."

As the session ended, Naruto walked off the pitch, feeling a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. He knew he still had a long way to go, but today had been a good start.

Lorenzo caught up with him as they headed back toward the lockers. "Hey, Uzumaki."

Naruto glanced over. "Yeah?"

"That thing you did with your eyes," Lorenzo said, his grin turning slightly creepy. "It was like you were watching me the whole time, waiting for the perfect moment. That's not normal. What's up with that?"

Naruto shrugged. "Just something I've been working on. I still need to master it."

Lorenzo's grin widened. "Interesting. Can't wait to see more of that in action."

The sun was beginning to set over the Ubers training complex, casting long shadows across the pitch. Naruto had just finished his first session with Snuffy and Lorenzo, and though his ankle ached slightly from the exertion, he felt satisfied. He had managed to hold his own, impressing both Snuffy and Lorenzo a solid start to his time at Ubers.

As he walked toward the exit, something caught his attention. Near the edge of the pitch, a figure with a camera was moving around, taking shots of the facility. The girl had long, pinkish hair that swayed slightly in the breeze, and Naruto's eyes widened in recognition.

Is that…? No way.

A mischievous grin crept onto his face as an idea formed in his mind. Adjusting his pace, he quietly approached the girl, doing his best to stay out of her line of sight.

When he was close enough, he suddenly shouted, "Omg, it's Funeral Parlor in the flesh! Wow, I'm such a big fan!"

The girl spun around quickly, startled, clutching her camera tightly as her wide eyes met Naruto's grinning face. Seeing her reaction, Naruto burst out laughing.

"Gotcha!" he said, still chuckling. "Man, you should've seen your face."

Inori Yuzuriha, the up and coming reporter behind Funeral Parlor, exhaled slowly, shaking her head. "Don't ever do that again," she said, glaring at him, though there was a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Naruto raised his hands in mock surrender. "Sorry, couldn't help myself. You were too focused I had to."

Inori adjusted her camera strap, her expression softening. "Well, it's nice to finally meet you in person, Uzumaki. Been keeping an eye on your journey for a while."

"Same here," Naruto said, offering a genuine smile. "Didn't expect to run into you this soon, though. You're quite the reporter, huh?"

"I do my best," Inori replied modestly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "There's always something new to cover, especially with a club like Ubers. Snuffy and his tactics make for interesting stories."

"Yeah, I've been hearing a lot about Snuffy," Naruto said, glancing back toward the pitch. "It's intense here, but I'm getting used to it."

Inori's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "So, how are you finding Ubers so far?"

Naruto shrugged, his grin returning. "Fine so far. It's different from Re Al, way more focused on tactics and discipline. But that's what I need right now."

Inori nodded thoughtfully, lowering her camera slightly. "Sounds like you're settling in well. People were curious how you'd adapt, especially after your injury."

Naruto's expression turned more serious for a moment. "Yeah, that injury… it sucked. But I'm back now, and I'm not wasting any time."

Inori smiled faintly. "Good attitude. You've got a lot of eyes on you, you know. People want to see if you can live up to the hype."

Naruto chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, no pressure, right?"

The two shared a brief laugh, the tension easing slightly. Inori raised her camera, pointing it toward Naruto.

"Mind if I take a quick shot? You know, for the next article."

Naruto struck a playful pose, giving her a thumbs-up with a wide grin. "Go ahead. Make sure you get my good side."

Inori rolled her eyes but smiled as she snapped the picture. "Thanks. And hey, if you ever want to give me an exclusive interview, let me know."

"Deal," Naruto said. "But only if you don't scare so easily next time."

Inori smirked. "Fair enough."

After a few more minutes of casual conversation, Inori glanced at her phone, checking the time. "I should probably head out. Got a deadline to meet."

"Yeah, and I've got some recovery to do," Naruto said, adjusting his bag. "It was cool meeting you, though."

"Likewise," Inori replied. "Good luck, Uzumaki. I'll be keeping an eye on your progress."

Naruto grinned. "I'll make sure to give you something good to write about."

With that, Inori turned and walked away, her camera swinging gently by her side. Naruto watched her go for a moment before heading back toward the locker room. Meeting Inori had been a surprise, but a welcome one. She wasn't just a reporter she was sharp, observant, and genuinely interested in the game.

As he walked, Naruto's mind drifted to the days ahead. He still had a lot to prove, both to himself and to everyone watching. But for now, he felt a little more grounded, knowing that people like Inori were paying attention not just to the hype, but to the journey.

Morning - Ubers Training Complex

Today's agenda for Naruto was crucial a practice match designed to integrate him into the Ubers Youth Team.

Naruto stood on the pitch, stretching lightly as he glanced around. The team was gathered, and the intensity in the air was palpable. They had been training together for a while, and Naruto was the new piece trying to fit in.

Snuffy, though not playing, was present on the sidelines, his sharp eyes watching everything closely. Beside him stood Coach Marcello, clipboard in hand, occasionally jotting down notes.

"Alright, team," Marcello called out, gathering everyone's attention. "Today's match is about control, precision, and execution. Remember, we don't play for individual glory we play to dominate as a unit. Stick to the system, and don't break formation."

Naruto nodded, mentally preparing himself. He knew that Ubers didn't rely on flashy moves or individual brilliance. It was about reading the game, anticipating movements, and acting as one cohesive unit.

Standing beside him was Don Lorenzo, his purple eyes gleaming with lazy amusement. His free-flowing black hair with purple-tipped strands swayed slightly in the wind, and his trademark golden teeth caught the sunlight whenever he grinned.

"You ready for this, Uzumaki?" Lorenzo asked, casually juggling the ball with his foot.

"Always," Naruto replied, tightening his laces. "You?"

Lorenzo smirked. "I'm always ready."

The whistle blew, and the match kicked off. Ubers' youth team moved with remarkable precision, their passes crisp and calculated. Every player knew their role, and the formation shifted seamlessly depending on the situation.

Naruto, playing as a central attacking midfielder, quickly realized just how different this style was from what he had been used to at Re Al. There was no room for improvisation every move needed to be deliberate, every pass serving a purpose.

In the opening minutes, Naruto found himself struggling to adapt. The pace wasn't overwhelmingly fast, but the constant shifting of positions and quick changes in formation made it hard for him to find his rhythm. Twice, he received the ball but hesitated for a split second, only to have an opposing defender close him down and force a turnover.

"Stick to the system, Uzumaki!" Marcello called from the sidelines. "You're thinking too much. Trust your instincts, but follow the flow!"

Naruto gritted his teeth, frustrated but determined. He wasn't used to this level of tactical rigidity, but he knew he had to adjust. He couldn't afford to keep hesitating.

Meanwhile, Lorenzo was dominating on defence. His Zombie Dribbling came into play whenever he intercepted the ball, allowing him to confuse and glide past opponents effortlessly before launching precise passes forward.

Watching from the sidelines, Snuffy leaned slightly toward Marcello. "Lorenzo's as solid as ever," he said quietly. "But Uzumaki's still trying to find his place."

Marcello nodded. "He's got potential, but he needs to learn how to read the game faster."

About fifteen minutes into the match, Naruto finally began to find his rhythm. He stopped trying to play his usual style and instead focused on reading the movements of his teammates. He remembered Snuffy's words about control and anticipation this wasn't about reacting to the present, it was about predicting the future.

His Emperor's Eye flickered slightly as he scanned the pitch, focusing on the flow of the game. He noticed a subtle gap forming in the opposing team's defensive line, and without hesitating, he called out to Lorenzo.

"Lorenzo, left flank!"

Lorenzo, who had just intercepted a pass, immediately shifted his position and sent a perfectly weighted ball down the left wing. Naruto sprinted forward, timing his run perfectly to receive the pass just outside the box.

One of the defenders closed in quickly, but Naruto didn't panic. He used a simple feint, shifting his weight slightly before cutting inside. The defender bit on the fake, giving Naruto enough space to line up a shot.

With a quick glance, he saw the goalkeeper slightly off his line. Trusting his instincts, Naruto struck the ball with the outside of his foot a trivela, curving it around the keeper and into the back of the net.

The whistle blew, signalling a goal.

Marcello jotted down notes, a satisfied look on his face. "He's adapting. That's what we needed to see."

Snuffy, watching with interest, gave a faint smile. "He's starting to see the game."

As Naruto jogged back toward midfield, Lorenzo caught up to him, a wide grin on his face.

"Not bad, Uzumaki," Lorenzo said, clapping him on the back. "That eye of yours… it's sharp. Real sharp."

Naruto smirked, breathing heavily. "Thanks. You weren't too bad yourself."

Lorenzo chuckled. "Let's keep it up. We might actually crush these guys."

For the remainder of the match, Naruto continued to integrate into the team. He made fewer mistakes, his passes becoming more precise, and his ability to read the game improving with every minute. Though he still had a lot to learn, he was beginning to understand how Ubers operated.

By the time the match ended, the youth team had secured a 3-1 victory, with Naruto playing a key role in two of the goals.

The youth team gathered around Coach Marcello and Snuffy near the sidelines after the practice match. Naruto stood tall, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated. He had adapted well during the match, making key plays and contributing to their win. Yet, something still gnawed at him he hadn't been able to play where he truly belonged.

Snuffy stepped forward, his sharp eyes scanning the group before settling on Naruto.

"You did well today, Uzumaki," Snuffy began, his voice steady but with a hint of something more. "You showed you can adapt, read the game, and make things happen from the midfield."

Naruto nodded, waiting for what Snuffy would say next.

"But midfield isn't where you belong," Snuffy continued, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Starting from the next game, you'll be playing as a striker."

Naruto's eyes widened slightly before a grin spread across his face. He could feel a surge of excitement building in his chest. Finally.

"As a striker, you'll still need to play within our system," Snuffy added, his tone turning serious. "This isn't about solo heroics it's about knowing when to attack, when to pass, and when to finish. If you think you can handle that, show us."

Naruto clenched his fists, his grin unwavering. "I'll show everyone, just watch."

Marcello jotted down a few notes on his clipboard before addressing the team. "We've got a match coming up in a few days against Monza FC's youth team. They're strong, disciplined, and aggressive. This will be a real test of how well we can execute as a unit."

The players exchanged glances, feeling the weight of the upcoming challenge.

Snuffy turned back to Naruto. "This is your chance, Uzumaki. You've been itching to prove yourself as a striker, right? Well, now's your shot. Don't waste it."

Naruto gave a determined nod. "I won't."

As the team broke off to cool down, Lorenzo walked up to Naruto, his usual lazy grin plastered on his face.

"Striker, huh?" Lorenzo said, his purple eyes gleaming with amusement. "Guess they finally figured out where you're meant to be."

"About time," Naruto replied, stretching his legs. "Midfield was fine, but being a striker… that's where I can really show what I'm made of."

Lorenzo chuckled, his golden teeth flashing briefly. "You better back up that big talk, Uzumaki. Monza is no joke. They'll be all over you the second you touch the ball."

Naruto's grin didn't falter. "Let them come. I'll show them what happens when they underestimate me."

Lorenzo gave a mock clap. "Ooh, big words. I like it. Just don't get crushed out there."

Naruto laughed, feeling more confident than ever. "I won't. Besides, I've got you backing me up, right?"

"Of course," Lorenzo said lazily. "I'll clean up whatever mess you make."

From the sidelines, Snuffy watched the interaction between Naruto and Lorenzo with keen interest. He turned to Marcello, his expression thoughtful.

"Uzumaki's got the fire," Snuffy said. "But what's interesting is how quickly he's earning Lorenzo's respect."

Marcello nodded. "Lorenzo doesn't trust easily, but once someone proves they can keep up, he'll follow them. If Uzumaki keeps this up, he might become more than just a player here he could become a leader."

Snuffy crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing slightly as he continued to watch Naruto. "He's got the potential. Now it's just a matter of whether he can handle the pressure."

Chapter 7 - Ll Recuperare End

A/N

That's the end!

Next chapter, we'll finally get to see Naruto do some real damage with the Ubers and Lorenzo.

Trust me, I've got some exciting things planned.

Oh, and I saw a review mention the 2018 World Cup… bro, you just gave me an amazing idea! I'm definitely gonna work that into the story somehow.

I know I didn't answer reviews this time, but I promise I'll get to them in the next chapter.

Until next time,
Byebye!