Chapter 29 – Between Storms and Silence
Lisbon's skies turned a hard gray in early February. Clouds hung like damp wool above the academy, casting the pitches in a steady gloom. It wasn't quite rain, not yet—but the kind of weather that made you expect it with every breath.
Inside, the academy moved at half its usual pace. Slower footsteps on tile floors. Longer glances out the window. Whispers of scouts coming for the midterm showcases crept between conversations.
Jota paid little attention to any of it.
He had entered a rhythm. A quiet, fierce rhythm. His morning runs were longer now—six laps instead of four. His diet had changed, too—less bread, more protein. Not because someone told him. But because he felt what his body needed.
Coach Sofia noticed.
"You're growing again," she said during a cooldown stretch.
He shrugged. "Trying to keep up with the game."
She smiled. "Sometimes the game catches up to you."
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