Cassandra stood at the edge of the field with a clipboard in hand, occasionally noting the progress of the newly promoted young pyers. Ollie, Ryan, and Mike were doing light training with their senior teammates. But all eyes were actually on one little boy who had just worn the official team jersey for the first time: Eden.

  His small feet danced between the cones with flowing movements that made everyone stop in their tracks. His ball control, dribbling, and body feints all looked like a symphony never before pyed on this field.

  McNeil approached Cassandra and whispered,"Who is that kid? It's not just Lucient and Duvant, there's more."

  Cassandra slowly turned her gaze towards Lucient and Duvant. It was true that they had been the most outstanding during training. Cassandra began to feel relieved that they had secured such talented young pyers without spending too much money.

  However, there was one pyer who wasn’t present at this session. The fourth academy pyer who had been called up to the first team.

  In a simple house on the outskirts of town, the morning sun pierced through the gaps in the wooden windows that had started to rot. The light hit the face of a teenage boy who was soundly asleep in his small bed. His name was Harry Shalked, the fourth academy pyer called up to the first team—though he didn’t know it yet.

  The sound of a rooster crowing and the aroma of corn porridge cooking by his mother made Harry slowly open his eyes. He rubbed his eyes zily and immediately got out of bed. His body still ached from helping his father push a cart full of scrap metal the night before.

  "I need to hurry to the market to help Dad," he muttered as he changed into his worn-out t-shirt and patched-up work pants.

  But just before he could step out of the room, his mother’s soft but firm voice stopped him.

  "Harry, wait. I almost forgot..."

  Harry turned to see his mother standing at the kitchen door, holding an official envelope with the football club’s logo—an emblem he had seen countless times on training jerseys.

  "This was delivered by a woman yesterday, her name was Cassandra. She said it’s important."

  Harry furrowed his brows and slowly opened the envelope. The paper inside shook slightly in his hands. His eyes quickly scanned the words, and his body stiffened as he reached the middle of the letter.

  "We are calling Harry Shalked to join the first team starting this week's training session. Your presence is highly anticipated. Cassandra Vellion."

  Harry froze. His eyes widened in disbelief. The letter felt like something out of a dream that was too good to be true. His hands trembled. He looked at his mother, who was smiling tearfully despite her eyes becoming watery.

  "Son... you did it. Finally..."

  Harry nodded slowly, still struggling to process everything.

  "But Mom... I have to help Dad first."

  "You've helped us enough, Harry. Now it’s your turn to chase your dream. Your father would agree."

  Harry bit his bottom lip, trying to hold back the emotions suddenly swelling in his chest. He clenched his fists and looked out the window, at the brightening morning sky.

  "I won’t waste this. I promise."

  With a newfound fire in his eyes, Harry quickly prepared himself. He had no fancy football boots, just an old pair that had been stitched up many times. But his steps felt much lighter today. He wasn’t just going to training—he was stepping into the beginning of a new destiny.