Akira_Kun_2398

Diogo Jota was one of Portugal’s brightest football stars—until the world believed he died in a tragic accident.

But legends don’t fade. They are reborn.

Jota awakens in the body of a ten-year-old boy in a quiet rural village called Penedono. No lights. No stadium. No one knows who he truly is. As he struggles to adjust to a life of poverty, quiet streets, and schoolbooks, the instincts of the pitch still burn within him.

Alongside his loving mother and curious little sister Ana, Jota begins his journey again—from dirt fields and local tournaments to a dream that once shook the world. Quietly, patiently, he laces up a pair of old boots, ready to prove that greatness cannot be erased.

> He was once a legend. Now he’ll become one again.

Reincarnation of a Legend

Chapter 13 – The Weight of the Crest

Spring was near, but Lisbon's mornings still held a sleepy chill that clung to the benches and stair rails like fog. Jota stood at the edge of the pitch, his breath a faint ghost in the air. He wasn't the first to arrive today—Leonel was already jogging light laps, earphones in, head down.

It felt strange, knowing this would be his last week at the academy before the Portugal U13 friendlies.

The realization brought a mix of things—eagerness, tension, responsibility. Jota rolled his shoulders, trying to shake them off. The crest he would wear on his chest soon—green, red, gold—felt heavier in thought than it probably would in fabric.

Coach Nuno appeared behind him, sipping coffee from a paper cup.

"You ever iron a shirt for too long, João?"

Jota glanced sideways. "I think so?"