God Of football

Chapter 64: La Roja[2]

Izan had hoped to savour his two days of much-needed rest, yet he found himself disappointed as the hours whisked by faster than he could relish them.

Upon waking from a deep slumber, Izan stepped outside, ready to tackle the day’s challenges. It felt as if the system had escalated the demands placed on him; the tasks had become increasingly intense.

What once required him to perform exercises five to ten times now expected nearly double that effort, leaving him to wonder.

”Is the system trying to punish me for slacking off?” he pondered as he stepped into his home. The rich aroma of his mother’s cooking wafted through the air, instantly distracting him from his frustrations.

”Mum?” Izan called out as he entered, his voice tinged with curiosity. ”Hurry up and take a bath; it’s going to be a while before you get to enjoy my cooking again,” Komi replied with a playful tone, her back turned as she worked in the kitchen.

”Is that why you woke up early?” Izan queried, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice. ”Did you ever consider that maybe you were the one who slept in a bit longer than usual?” Komi shot back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Baffled by her retort, Izan ascended the staircase, muttering to himself, ”What on earth did she mean by that?” It was only when he reached his room and checked the time that understanding dawned on him.

”How long was I out for? I don’t think I slept that much,” Izan thought before deciding to check the clock downstairs again, only to find the time different from his.

Finally understanding what his mother had done Izan sighed. ”Nice one, mum”, Izan applauded, receiving an inaudible ’thank you’ and a laugh from Komi.

Shaking his head with a chuckle, he made his way to the bathroom, completing his morning routine with surprising speed.

As he went through his rituals, the familiar chime of the system interrupted his thoughts.

[Ding, Host has been called up to the Spain National Team]

Izan’s heart raced with excitement as he said aloud, ”Look what we have here.” He summoned the system interface, anticipation bubbling within him. ”Let’s see what rewards await!”

The results flashed before him:

**40 status points**

**10% boost** in your status points accumulation!

**Sombrero Flick skill** - to elevate your game to new heights.

A grin spread across Izan’s face as his eyes sparkled with joy at the sight of the status points. As he progressed in his journey, these increments had become increasingly elusive.

Therefore, an influx like this felt like a welcome reprieve, even as he recognized that it might be a while before he saw such generous rewards again.

”Max, bring up my information,” Izan instructed, his mind focused. The system responded with a mechanical ’tink’ as it displayed his requested details.

**PLAYER INFO**

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NAME: [IZAN MIURA HERNANDEZ]

AGE:[15]

HEIGHT:[1.85m (6’1”)]

PROFESSION: [FOOTBALLER]

STATUS:[SENIOR TEAM PLAYER]

TEAM:VALENCIA FC/ SPAIN

SYSTEM EVALUATION:[WONDERKID]

PLAYER RATING: [82/100]

POSITION:[Wing forward/Attacking midfielder]

POTENTIAL:[90]

LEGEND POINTS:[210,800/507,000 to lv5]

SIMULATION POINTS: [1250]

STAT POINTS: [54]

STATS

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Speed: 90

Body Control: 81

Spatial Awareness: 85

Technique: 86

Shooting: 81

Passing: 85

Body Strength: 80

Defending: 68

Weak Foot Strength:5 stars

Skill Move:5 stars

SKILLS POSSESSED

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Stepovers: [Lv 2] 20% Completion

La Croqueta: [Lv 2] 18% Completion

Cruyff Turn: [Lv 2] 33% Completion

Roulette: [Lv 2] 21% Completion

Rabona: [Lv 1] 75% Completion

Sombrero: [Lv 1] 60% Completion > new

**TRAITS

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Izan nodded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he absorbed the information before him.

He had never imagined reaching such heights as a professional athlete, and yet, here he was, just shy of two years after narrowly avoiding being cut from his youth academy.

Now, he was even set to represent Spain on a national level. This thought ignited a fire within him, compelling him to use all his newfound stat points, but he held back, knowing patience was key.

”Izan, you’ve been up there too long!” came his mother Komi’s voice, breaking his concentration. With a reluctant sigh, he closed the system and made his way downstairs for breakfast.

”So, did you pack your things?” Komi inquired, raising an eyebrow as he joined her at the table. Izan, having indulged a bit too much in the exquisite meal, could only nod.

”I’m glad Miranda can accompany you. It eases my mind a bit; I’m not comfortable sending you off on a trip alone—at least not until you turn 18,” Komi remarked, a hint of worry lining her expression.

While he endeavoured to focus on finishing his meal, Izan finally cleared his plate and headed to the sink. Komi and Hori also finished their breakfast before preparing for their day.

”Izan, hurry up! We’re going to be late!” Miranda’s voice called from the entrance, her presence brightening the room.

”I’m already done,” Izan replied, emerging with a compact suitcase and a backpack slung over his shoulder. ”Is that all you’re bringing?” Miranda questioned, eyeing the modest bag sceptically.

”Come on, I’m not going to live there,” Izan quipped back, making his way toward the door. ”Let’s go!”

”Wait a second! I haven’t even had my breakfast!” Miranda protested, rushing into the kitchen.

Izan grumbled under his breath but was cut off by Komi’s assertive tone. She insisted that Miranda finish eating before they departed. Finally, the family was ready to set off.

”Call Miranda if you need anything, okay? And stay away from any trouble. Don’t follow your teammates to any questionable places,” Komi urged, her worry palpable.

”Mum, I’m not going to war; everything will be fine!” Izan reassured her, pulling her into a gentle hug. ”Just keep yourself safe, and I’ll be sure to check in.”

”You too Groot. We’ll talk about the gift when I come back” Izan added before skipping to the car.

Hori, who heard the first part of the sentence, frowned but smiled when she heard the remaining part.

Miranda and Izan got to the airport after a while and soon found themselves on the way. Miranda had made Izan lead them since anything that involved him was done swiftly and today was no different.

And with all the stares he was receiving, it wouldn’t be weird if someone suddenly tried to abduct him.

Izan and Miranda walked off to the departure gate and were soon in their seats. ”Anything you’d like, sir?” a flight attendant who had been staring at Izan for a bit asked after the latter had gotten comfortable in his seat.

”You little charmer. Would she believe you’re not of age yet” Miranda said after Izan had politely declined the offer.

”Do you always have these thoughts?” Izan asked back. Miranda pretended to think hard before nodding at Izan’s question.

The two bickered for a while before the plane finally took off. Miranda, who couldn’t stay still, had decided to watch a whole show on this two-hour journey.

Izan, who saw her, couldn’t help but shake his head at his actions. He finally looked outside the window and stared into the clouds, waiting for the view of Madrid to appear, but Izan fell asleep before that could happen.

Izan only woke up when he heard the voice of the pilot. The other passenger, who had been in slumberland as he was, also started fluttering to life.

Izan looked outside and there it was, good old Spanish capital. Izan admired the view from above since he had slept earlier and all.

The people in the airport were in a rush to get out. They had just seen someone make a ’bomb’ joke, and none of them wanted to use their lives to find out if it was real.

Izan and Miranda looked for another entrance until they found one and got out. ”So where will you be staying? ” Izan asked, only to slap himself on the forehead a second later.

”Yeah, I have an apartment here. That’s where I stay when I have a job that needs me to be around,” Miranda answered.

Izan nodded at Miranda’s answer before she walked to the front. ”Well, better hurry up before they eat dinner before you”, Miranda said, pointing to the Man who had been appointed to pick up Izan.

”Yeah, then you, Miranda”, Izan responded, carrying his luggage to the car. ”You’re welcome!” Miranda screamed, causing Izan to sit in the car faster than he would have wanted.

”Is this woman crazy?” Izan thought. Miranda, who saw Izan hurriedly run to the car, laughed her heart out.

She also entered a cab just as Izan left. The ride to the Cuidad del Futbol was quite nice. Izan looked through the window the whole time after he greeted the driver.

Slowly but surely, the car pulled up to the entrance of the Cuidad del Futbol and after the driver talked with the man at the entrance, they were let through.

Sure enough, the home of the Spain National team was no joke.

A/n: Author here, Sorry for the messy release schedule. I haven’t recovered that much and my brains still a huge mess. I’ll keep in touch and try to release after I’m fine.