Chapter 15 – The Weight of the Jersey
The air in the academy buzzed differently now.
Not louder. Not more chaotic. Just... heavier.
Jota felt it the moment he stepped into the main hallway after breakfast. The glances were longer. The whispers softer but sharper.
"Did you hear? France."
"He's already on the national list."
"Coach Nuno said he trains like a pro."
He tried to ignore them. To pretend the world hadn't shifted after that email. But something inside him had.
A quiet weight. A new kind of responsibility.
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Later that morning, Jota stood at the academy's equipment room.
Coach Sofia handed him a neatly folded Portugal U13 training kit.
His name stitched in bold letters across the back: Dias.
He ran his fingers across the fabric.
"It feels light," he said.
"It won't always," Coach Sofia replied. "Some days it'll feel like armor. Others, like a boulder. Learn to wear it either way."