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Chapter 504: Someone, Somewhere, Faraway · Oct 10, 2026

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501 Chapter 501: Against The Saints 2026-10-10
502 Chapter 502: Point To Prove 2026-10-10
503 Chapter 503: Incoming Side Quests. 2026-10-10
504 Chapter 504: Someone, Somewhere, Faraway 2026-10-10
505 Chapter 505: Holding On 2026-10-10
506 Chapter 506: Absence [GT - ] 2026-10-10
507 Chapter 507: Good To Be Back 2026-10-10
508 Chapter 508: Trip to Murcia 2026-10-10
509 Chapter 509: The Izan Effect. 2026-10-10
510 Chapter 510: Instant Impact [Dragon gift: Adam Bullis] 2026-10-10
511 Chapter 511: Quick Break [GT - ] 2026-10-10
512 Chapter 512: On A Plate 2026-10-10
513 Chapter 513: Individual Brilliance. 2026-10-10
514 Chapter 514: What Are The Odds 2026-10-10
515 Chapter 515: Countdown 2026-10-10
516 Chapter 516: Almost Unthinkable [GT - ] 2026-10-10
517 Chapter 517: Trailblazer 2026-10-10
518 Chapter 518: Man Of The Match 2026-10-10
519 Chapter 519: In The Argument. 2026-10-10
520 Chapter 520: Smoke without Fire, Yet. 2026-10-10
521 Chapter 521: See You At The Emirates. 2026-10-10
522 Chapter 522: Rekindling [300 powerstone - ] 2026-10-10
523 Chapter 523: He’s That Guy 2026-10-10
524 Chapter 524: Towering Figure 2026-10-10
525 Chapter 525: Blindsided 2026-10-10
526 Chapter 526: Football Wizardry 2026-10-10
527 Chapter 527: Escape 2026-10-10
528 Chapter 528: All Over Him. 2026-10-10
529 Chapter 529: Foreboding [GT - ] 2026-10-10
530 Chapter 530: Are You Not Entertained? 2026-10-10
531 Chapter 531: One Of The Greatest Things You’ll Ever See 2026-10-10
532 Chapter 532: Out Of Sight 2026-10-10
533 Chapter 533: Already Great [Gt - ] 2026-10-10
534 Chapter 534: Final - 2026-10-10
535 Chapter 535: Since Paris 2026-10-10
536 Chapter 536: Undeniable Presence [GT - ] 2026-10-10
537 Chapter 537: Legacies That Move 2026-10-10
538 Chapter 538: Functioning Again 2026-10-10
539 Chapter 539: Struck Diamond [GT - ] 2026-10-10
540 Chapter 540: Early Lead 2026-10-10
541 Chapter 541: Not Done Yet 2026-10-10
542 Chapter 542: Inevitable 2026-10-10
543 Chapter 543: + 1 2026-10-10
544 Chapter 544: News Out Of Spain 2026-10-10
545 Chapter 545: Not As It Seems 2026-10-10
546 Chapter 546: New Option. [GT Chapter] 2026-10-10
547 Chapter 547: Proper English Night [GT - ] 2026-10-10
548 Chapter 548: Can’t Hold Him 2026-10-10
549 Chapter 549: Side Quest [2] 2026-10-10
550 Chapter 550: The Gemera. 2026-10-10

Chapter 504: Someone, Somewhere, Faraway

Izan had just slurped a mouthful when his phone buzzed across the table.

A call.

He wiped his fingers on a napkin and glanced at the screen.

No name, just a Spanish country code and the tag Madrid.

He met Olivia’s eyes briefly, then accepted the call.

”Hola?” he answered, voice calm but curious.

Izan held the phone to his ear, expecting static or a misdial.

No one spoke at first.

The silence stretched just long enough that he lowered the phone to glance at the number again, his thumb hovering near the red button.

And then—

”Izan,” came a familiar voice, steady and clipped. ”It’s Pablo Amo.”

He straightened a little, instantly more alert. ”Coach.”

”Just wanted to check in. When are you arriving at the Las Rozas base? Some of the boys are flying in tonight.”

Izan paused.

The noodles in his bowl had already begun to cool. Olivia looked over, her smile fading slightly as she noticed the change in his posture.

”I’ll be there the day before the match,” he said after a moment, his tone more subdued than before.

”There’s some family stuff I need to handle first.”

Amo didn’t respond immediately.

The line went quiet again, but this time with weight.

”You know, arriving just the day before might rule you out of the first game, right? Jet lag, rhythm, prep—we need at least a session out of you.”

”I understand,” Izan said softly.

”It’s fine. I don’t think I’ll be start after that anyway.”

”Huh?” Pablo Amo inquired from the other side of the line, but Izan didn’t say anything.

Amo let out a quiet breath.

”Alright. I’ll inform the man in charge and the others if they ask. See you then.”

The call ended without ceremony.

Izan set his phone face down on the floor and leaned back slightly, eyes on the half-empty bowl.

”You okay?” Olivia asked gently.

He nodded, then offered a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

”Yeah.”

—

Las Rozas, Madrid.

The golden sunlight filtering through the trees around Spain’s national training complex lent a warm glow to the windows of the coaching offices.

Inside, Pablo Amo stood beside a desk, arms folded, recounting the call to Luis de la Fuente, who sat in a black leather chair flipping through a match report.

”So he’ll only be arriving the night before the first game,” Amo said, scratching his jaw.

Luis frowned, closing the file. ”What’s the reason?”

”Said it was family-related. He didn’t give much more than that.”

The head coach leaned back slightly, thoughtful.

His gaze drifted to the mobile phone on his desk.

After a beat of contemplation, he picked it up and scrolled slowly through his contact list until he landed on a name: Izan’s Agent.

He tapped the screen and brought it to his ear.

It rang once, then twice, and then a third followed before the click sound came.

”Miranda speaking.”

”Señorita Miranda, good afternoon. Luis de la Fuente here.”

His voice was calm but polite, cautious even.

”I hope you don’t mind me reaching out.”

”Not at all,” Miranda replied, though there was a slight edge and a curious tone to her voice.

”I just spoke with Pablo Amo,” Luis continued.

”He said Izan will be arriving a day before the match. I don’t mean to pry, but I was wondering... what family matter would keep him away so close to a match window?”

Miranda went quiet for a moment.

Then she blinked—something Komi had told her a while ago snapped into focus.

”Oh,” she breathed, tone softening. ”I see.”

Luis waited patiently.

”It’s the tenth anniversary of his father’s death,” Miranda said, voice even and respectful.

”He hasn’t talked about it much, but... it means something to him. This time of year always does. He won’t say it outright, but he’s... dealing with it.”

Luis’s brow softened as the weight of her words settled in.

”He wouldn’t mind you knowing,” she added after a pause.

”But I think he’d rather it didn’t go further than this.”

”Understood,” Luis replied solemnly. ”Thank you for telling me.”

The call ended a moment later.

Luis set the phone down gently and sat in silence, his fingers laced together as he leaned forward on the desk.

Across the room, Pablo Amo gave him a questioning glance.

”We give him the time,” Luis said at last. ”No questions. No pressure.”

Amo nodded, and the room fell into quiet understanding.

..................

The cabin floated in silence, the quiet hum of the engines threading through the space like a lullaby.

Izan sat by the window, earbuds in, his head leaning gently against the cool plastic panel.

Outside, dusk had begun its slow descent, bathing the sky in fading golds and bruised purples.

He tapped play, and the music unfurled like smoke.

Je te laisserai des mots

I’ll leave you words.

En dessous de ta porte

Underneath your door

En dessous des murs qui chantent

Beneath the singing walls

Tout près de la place où tes pieds passent

Right near the spot where your feet pass

Cachés dans les trous de ton divan

Hidden in the holes of your couch

Et quand tu es seule pendant un instant

And when you are alone for a moment

Ramasse-moi quand tu voudras

Pick me up whenever you’d like

Embrasse-moi quand tu voudras

Kiss me whenever you’d like

Ramasse-moi quand tu voudras

Pick me up whenever you’d like

As the last note faded into silence, Izan blinked slowly.

The world outside the plane had changed again.

The sky now wore its sadness like velvet, deep, warm, endless.

The sun, melting at the horizon, had stained the clouds into shapes that looked like burning cotton candy—soft and sharp all at once.

Beside him, Olivia’s head slipped gently against his shoulder.

She had fallen asleep, curled quietly under the weight of the journey.

Her hair fell across his hoodie, and her breathing, steady and warm, anchored him like a heartbeat.

Izan didn’t move.

He looked at her for a long, wordless moment.

His expression, so often sharp with ambition or dulled by fatigue, softened—quiet pride, affection, and something older than either: grief, tamed but never gone.

He turned back to the window, his fingers resting lightly against hers, and watched the sky burn its way into darkness.

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”Thanks for the ride,” Izan said to the driver after they got off in front of the house in Paterna.

The gravel path to the front door of the house in Paterna crunched softly beneath their shoes.

The evening sun cast a long, golden light across the painted walls, and despite the jet lag tugging at his eyes, Izan felt lighter with every step.

He raised his hand and knocked—three familiar taps.

There was a distant shuffle, a rumble of hurried footsteps, something being knocked over, and then the door creaked open.

Hori stood there, a little breathless, a little taller, the same glint of mischief in his eyes.

”Izan!” he beamed, but before Izan could open his arms for a hug, Hori darted forward, not toward him, but to Olivia, grabbing the handle of her bag.

”I’ll take this.”

Izan blinked. ”Wait—wait—why? You’re taking her bag?”

Hori didn’t miss a beat, even as he tugged Olivia’s roller case over the threshold.

”I thought you said you didn’t like that Olivia got to stay with me in London,” Izan added, lifting his own bag with a squint.

Hori smirked and straightened his back, mimicking some kind of regal composure.

”Mom says I should always be nice to my in-laws, so why not start now?” she said, nodding in the direction of Olivia, who stood there blushing.

Before Izan could protest—or laugh—Komi’s voice rang out from the kitchen.

”And you should be extra nice if they bring back good chocolate!”

She emerged, wiping her hands on a towel, cheeks flushed from heat or happiness—probably both.

Right behind her was Miranda, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

Izan and Olivia froze on instinct.

Miranda didn’t say a word—just walked a slow circle around them like a hawk assessing new arrivals.

She gave Olivia an arch look before glancing at Izan’s unzipped duffel.

”When did you get here?” Olivia finally asked, recovering her voice.

”I’m not even surprised,” Izan muttered under his breath.

”I think she sleeps in the attic and just sends her secret twin sister to deal with me.”

Komi let out a cackle from the hallway, still halfway back to the kitchen.

”You two, drop your stuff. Dinner’s ready. I even made proper arroz al horno—not that lazy version I do when I’m tired.”

As the scent of roasted meat and spices wafted from the kitchen, the house bloomed with warmth and chatter.

The four women—Komi, Miranda, Olivia, and even young Hori, who hovered near them with a prideful grin—were already deep in discussion about something by the time Izan made for the stairs.

He turned at the base, glancing over his shoulder.

There it was—that hum of conversation, a gentle lightness that had filled the home again.

Despite everything.

Despite the anniversary.

Komi, who had loved his father, and Hori, who never got the chance to remember him, hadn’t let the grief fill the air.

A small, grateful smile tugged at Izan’s lips as he climbed the stairs slowly, the sound of voices growing fainter as he entered his old room.

Familiar shelves, old posters, a mess of notes pinned to a corkboard he hadn’t touched in a while.

His eyes landed on the photograph on the table beside the bed.

A simple frame.

A man with the same sharp nose, the same blue eyes, caught mid-laughter in a summer somewhere far gone.

Izan walked to it, picked it up.

The glass was cool beneath his fingers.

He looked up, caught himself in the mirror beside it.

Same stare. Same eyes.

He lingered for a moment.

Then nodded once, almost to himself, before setting the frame back down.

A quiet breath escaped his chest as he turned and headed downstairs.

Dinner waited. And for now, so did peace.

A/N: Sorry for the late release. This Chapter was really fun and a bit sad for me. Have fun reading and I’ll see you with the first of the next day.

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