Lukenn

At Griffin Park Stadium, under England’s cold rain, Danein Blake—a worn-out striker fighting for a single moment of glory—meets a bitter end. A dirty tackle, a whistle that never came, and a crash into the muddy pitch… that was his final chapter, or so it seemed.

But fate had other plans.

When Danein opens his eyes, he finds himself in the body of a ten-year-old boy named Leon Fischer, training at a prestigious football academy. His memories remain, his passion still burns—but his name have been wiped clean.

And this time, he’s not alone.

The Player Insight System has activated.

Suddenly, numbers begin to float above the heads of players—Potential: 92, Current: 34, or Potential: 60, Current: 90—revealing their hidden abilities and future greatness. For Danein, it’s not just a second chance… it’s a chance to see the game from a perspective no one else has.

From backstreet matches to elite academy trials, Danein—now Leon—must battle expectations, memories.
Can a man who once fell at the final whistle rise again from the kickoff?

"Can this time… I become the player no one forgets?"

Reincarnated As A Wonderkid

During the dynamic stretches, Coach Miller kept a keen eye on everyone, offering quiet corrections, occasionally making a note on his clipboard. Leon focused on his form, remembering his mother's words: enjoy it.

Next came the drills. Short, sharp passing exercises. Cone dribbling. Shooting practice. Leon found his rhythm quickly. His touches were clean, his passes precise. He noticed Byon's natural flair shining through in the dribbling drills, his feet a blur as he weaved through cones.

"Nice touch, Byon!" Coach Miller called out, a rare smile on his face.

Byon beamed, his Current score momentarily flickering up by a single point, from 72 to 73, Leon noticed. Small. It showed that recognition helped.

During shooting practice, Leon aimed for the corners, trying to place the ball with surgical precision. He watched Marcus, the powerful striker, take his turn.

The ball exploded off Marcus's foot, a cannonball that rocketed into the top corner, rattling the net. His Current score looked solid at 71.

Leon's turn came. He took a few steps back, focused, and struck the ball. It curled, a beautiful arc, just kissing the inside of the post before nestling in the net.

Coach Miller gave a brief, approving nod.

As the drills wound down, Coach Miller gathered them in a huddle.

"Alright, lads, now for the fun part. We're going to play a match. Thirty minutes each way. Two teams."

He quickly split them up, assigning bibs. Leon found himself on the red team, with Byon, Thomas, Ethan and Marcus. Liam was on the opposing blue team.

"This isn't about winning or losing," Coach Miller explained, though his eyes held a competitive glint. "It's about how you play. How you communicate. How you adapt. Show me what you can do under pressure."

Thomas, Potential: 91, Current: 74, was a rock at the back.

Ethan, Potential: 90, Current: 73, radiated creativity in midfield.

Marcus, Potential: 87, Current: 71, was a clear threat up front.

And Byon, Potential: 90, Current: 73, offered pace and trickery on the wing. This was a strong team.

The blue team, however, also had formidable players.

Liam, Potential: 89, Current: 72, would be a constant menace on the wing.

Their central midfielder, a stocky, tireless player named Charlie, had a surprising Potential: 86, Current: 70. He seemed to cover every blade of grass.

The whistle blew, signalling kickoff. Leon, playing in his preferred central midfield role, received the ball from Marcus. He immediately scanned the field, processing not just the positions of players, but the faint numbers above their heads. He saw Liam racing forward, ready to press.

Leon quickly passed back to Thomas, who calmly shifted the ball to their left-back. The red team began to build from the back, patient and composed. Leon knew the blue team would try to disrupt their rhythm, especially Charlie, who seemed to be everywhere.

A Strong Team