Second Coming at La Rojas

The night air in Tokyo was warm, the scent of summer carried through the open window of Izan's room. 

The cicadas hummed steadily outside, their rhythmic buzz filling the quiet. Inside, he sat on the tatami floor, his phone screen still glowing with the notification of his official call-up.

For a moment, he just stared at it. The chaos, the controversy, the back-and-forth and it had all led to this. He was finally going to the Euros.

His fingers hovered over his phone screen before he instinctively opened the team chat. A flood of unread messages had poured in the moment the news broke.

Lamine: About time they did.

Nico: Welcome to the tournament, Pichichi, winner 

Gaya: You deserve this, hermano. See you soon.

Pedri: Sorry you had to wait longer than you should have, but now, let's move forward.

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