Leon's shouts cut through the stadium's tense hum. His teammates, moments ago slumping with exhaustion, looked up, their eyes finding his.
Julián Álvarez, his face grim, nodded sharply and pushed higher up the pitch. Lautaro Martínez adjusted his position, his expression hardening with renewed focus.
On the sideline, Coach Cristian Chivu stopped his frantic gesturing.
He watched Leon, a flicker of surprise and then approval in his intense gaze. The boy was taking command.
Inside Leon's mind, a quiet notification glowed, a stark contrast to the roaring chaos around him.
[CURRENT RATING: 85]
He felt a surge of pride, but it was immediately followed by a wave of fierce ambition.
Eighty-five is good, he thought, his heart pounding a rhythm against his ribs.
But it's not enough. I didn't come this far to be just 'good.' I came here to be the best.
