Chapter 13

Clash with the Greek Titan

I stand with the ball in my hand—the very first ball—and I think back to all my journey, as I have been called up to the U-15 team.

The irony is, I turned 14 just three days ago.

I never celebrate my birthdays.

And now, I have a match to play.

A chance to show the world… my improvement.

The cold morning air bites as I tie my laces. My breath turns to mist. My heartbeat matches the ticking clock in the distance.

Today's the day.

BVB U15 vs. Roma U15.

A youth international friendly—nothing major on paper. But beneath the surface?

It's a silent war. A proving ground for future stars. A spark of rivalry that may one day burn on the biggest stages in the world.

As we step onto the pitch, I scan the crowd.

And there he is.

Aloe Dybala.

Sixteen. Already training with Roma's senior team.

His reputation? Lethal. Composed. Ruthless.

He watches from the stands. Arms crossed.

Expression unreadable—like a Greek statue carved from cold ambition.

He's taller than me. Built lean, but powerful.

His presence?

It cuts through the wind like a blade forged in legacy.

His eyes?

Focused directly on me.

Warm-Up Phase

Coach runs us through the usual: dynamic stretches, acceleration drills, one-touch triangle passes.

But my mind isn't here.

It's on Aloe.

Not just his presence, but what it means.

He's where I want to be.

He's the standard.

And he's watching.

My heart pounds in rhythm with the stadium speakers.

I clench my fists.

Let him watch.

Let him witness what I've become.

Kickoff

We're playing at home. The energy is electric—a storm caught in wires.

Fans. Families. Scouts. Rumors. Dreams.

I'm in the starting XI.

#11 on my back.

From the first whistle, it's intense.

Roma plays a compact 4-4-2 diamond, forcing tight spaces, relying on quick vertical play and overlapping runs.

But they're not fast enough.

Not today.

I take the first ball near midfield.

One touch. Turn.

Burst—three steps forward, activating Falcon Impact Flow—a system of biomechanical bursts trained into my legs over countless reps.

I slide past two midfielders like they're stuck in molasses and whip a curling pass out wide.

I don't stop.

I never stop.

Alexis Ness receives the ball—he moves like he's learned magic from another dimension, gliding past a fullback with almost arrogant ease.

He delivers a world-breaking pass.

I cut inside. Receive again.

Step-over. Burst #1. Cut. Feint. Burst #2.

A defender commits.

I roll the ball under my sole—Burst #3.

×1.5 speed boost from Falcon Impact Flow triggers at each pause. The acceleration and redirection merge with precise dribbling like gears turning in sync.

A glimpse. An opening.

Kaiser Impact.

Boom.

The hyper-speed shot explodes from my leg—whip-like—too fast for the eye to follow.

The ball screams toward the top corner.

Top bins.

1–0.

We draw first blood.

15 Minutes In

Roma equalizes.

A sharp through pass slices through our backline—clean and efficient.

Their forward doesn't hesitate. He curls it left-footed around our keeper.

1–1.

In the stands, I see Aloe lean forward, just slightly.

Expressionless. But I know he's analyzing.

24th Minute

Kruger, our center-mid, gets clipped hard.

Foul—30 yards out. Coach yells, "Let Kaiser take it!"

I step up.

Breathe.

I recall Sergei Rossa's flash drive.

Khabib's energy transfer. The triangle stance. The kinetic chain from core to ankle.

This isn't about power—it's about control.

Boom.

The ball arcs violently—midair dip at the perfect moment.

The keeper stretches. Gets fingers on it.

But not enough.

2–1.

Unlocked: Kaiser Impact Magnus SS+

Unlocked: Weight Shift AA+

No celebration. I glance at Aloe again.

Still watching.

Still silent.

Halftime – Locker Room

Coach's voice echoes in the room: "Keep the lead. Stay smart. They'll get desperate."

I sit, towel around my neck.

This match isn't about Roma.

It's about Aloe.

I need him to feel my footsteps.

To sense me coming for his throne.

And I've unlocked Magnus—I can now fire shots at ridiculous speed and curve them with pinpoint control.

Second Half Begins

Roma comes out like a pack of wolves.

Pressing. Biting. Aggressive.

Two yellow cards in 10 minutes.

They shake our rhythm—and they succeed.

We lose possession.

Counterattack.

Goal.

2–2.

The crowd groans. Coach yells.

I hear nothing.

Silence in my mind.

Then—heartbeat. Breath. Stillness.

I enter:

Meta-Vision.

Space-Vision.

Meta-Control.

I see the entire pitch like a living grid of opportunities and dangers.

Pass vectors. Collision predictions. Time-space awareness.

I read every ability on the field. No one can stop me.

Top Performance Flow.

Duel Consciousness Flow.

My body becomes motion incarnate. My mind continuously resetting to zero, and now my mind shatters and I reach a new realm. I move in fluid-like motion. I see it all—like a sky view—the field, the players, the goalpost, and my body. I move, I shift and change. I get to the right spot before anyone. The ball is deflected here. I take it and I chip the ball long before— and the defender, in mid-motion for a slide tackle— I jump over. I bounce the ball over a knee. I turn. I swing my body. I feint and step. I burst. I change and nutmeg, and flow like I'm out of this world. I see it—and then..

Double rainbow flick.

Midair corkscrew twist.

Falcon Impact Flow burst, plus weight shift.

In that spin, I gaze down—not straight, but from the angle of a predator.

I strike—

KAISER IMPACT.

BOOM.

The ball knuckle-balls left and right mid-flight—two after-images, ghost-like.

The keeper doesn't even dive.

3–2.

Unlocked: Legendary Skill – ZONE (Stage 1 | Rank XXX+)

Unlocked: Kaiser Vortex Impact (Rank X+)

Unlocked: Unique Tribrid-Vision (Rank SSS+)

Celebration

I jog to the nearest camera. Eyes burning. Smile sharp.

"Imagine this at Bayern München. Imagine me side-by-side with Noel Noa."

I smirk.

The message is clear.

You all know what to do.

I steal the ball. Pass to Ness.

My brain overloads with data—heartbeat, limbs, pressure, wind, physics—everything.

But I push.

Right half-space. Pull defenders.

Kruger cuts in diagonally.

Burst Step #1. Cut.

Burst Step #2. Lunge.

Backheel pass.

Ness finishes.

4–2.

I turn to the sideline. Aloe is still there.

But this time—

A smirk.

And a smile.

Just for a second.

Final Minutes (85–90)

Roma throws everything at us.

Overloads. Crosses. Corners.

But Ness and I hold the line.

I lead.

Tribrid-Vision at full sync.

Every probability sings in my mind.

I see opportunities before they bloom.

I intercept paths before they're walked.

The ref blows the whistle.

Final score: 4–2.

We win.

After the Match

As I shake hands, a Roma staffer walks over. Maybe a youth rep.

"Hey… Kaiser, right?"

"Yeah?"

He hands me a card. No logo. Just a number.

Initials: A.D.

"He says you've got good eyes. He wants to talk."

I take the card. Don't say a word.

But inside?

My blood is fire.

Scene Shift – Dorm Room, Midnight

I lie awake in bed.

Snow falls silently outside. The room is still.

I hold the card between two fingers.

Aloe Dybala.

A future rival.

A current obstacle.

Another prodigy to slay.

But that smirk?

It meant something.

He sees me now.

And that's the start.

Inner Monologue – Mickeal Kaiser

They call him one of the New Gen 11.

They call him a prodigy.

They think he's untouchable.

Give me one year.

Just one.

I'll rise higher.

I'll become the player they fear.

I'll be the name that echoes through the world.

I am Mickeal Kaiser.

And I'm coming.