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Chapter 415 A place called home

Upon reaching his room, firstly he offloaded his luggage and turned on the lights. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of his new space. It hadn't been long since he moved into this room, so it still bore an air of unfamiliarity to him.

The room was mostly empty, sparsely furnished with just a bed, a closet, and a study table.

The walls were painted a bright blue, the color lending a cheerful and calming aura to the space. Despite its simplicity, the room felt welcoming. The cozy red carpet on the floor contrasted nicely with the blue walls, adding a touch of warmth and homeliness.

Overall, it was a small comfort, a piece of personal space in an otherwise hectic life.

Then he walked to his bed and tossed himself on his bed. Lying on the bed with his face facing the ceiling, he took a deep breath, reminiscing the day's events.

He had finally made his debut. Not only that, he even managed to score a goal on his debut. And, the trophy of the MOTM was like a cherry on top.

"It still feels like a dream," he murmured as he recalled the day's events.

Just a moment ago, he was surrounded by thousands of fans, scoring goals against teams he could only dream about playing previously. And, now he was all alone in his room. He could still audibly hear the noise circulating in the stadium, and he could even vividly recall the scene at the stadium.

But as he remained idle in his silent room, it almost fell as if he were dreaming. For a while, he continued to lay idle.

"I should probably sort things out," he mumbled as he started feeling a little drowsy.

His eyelids were starting to get heavy and his consciousness was also starting to dwindle. He knew that if he continued to lie down, he'd eventually fall asleep.?After all, it was only natural for him to fall asleep after such a hectic day.

But he still had some things left to do before falling asleep. So, despite the evident feeling of sleepiness, he forced himself to stay awake.

Then he got out of his bed and opened his bag. Taking out his first-ever MOTM trophy, he carefully placed it on the table. Then he took his jersey out and carefully hung it in the closet. He was planning to get it framed as a memento.

Now, he could fall asleep if he wanted to. But something caught his eye when he was about to put his bag away. Walking to his study table, he picked a framed photo, one dating back to his elementary school years.

Though he hadn't had the time to add new things to his room, he had added some personal touches to the room to make the room feel more like home. A framed photo of his family sat on the study table, alongside a photo of his elementary school teammates and his youth club teammates.

Those pictures were a reminder of the people who believed in him and supported his dreams. Even though they had shared memorable moments on and off the pitch, he had already lost touch with many of them.

And, though once they had shared and fought for the same dream, many had already quit, while many were still fighting for their dreams. Only a few had managed to realize it. And, he was fortunate enough to be one of those few.

If it were his previous self, then he'd have already become content with what he had achieved. But this time it was different. Making it professional wasn't his only goal. Rather it was just the beginning of his much grander objective.

His ultimate goal was to lift the World Cup with his nation. So, how could he be satisfied with just making it to pro? Well, if it were his previous self then it'd have been a different case.

But now he could dream more, dream grand. And, he had the means to fulfill his grand dream.

"I can't worry about those who have already chosen to give up on their dreams," he said as he tried to alleviate this heavy feeling he was feeling when looking at the picture frame of his teammates.

He felt sad for those who couldn't continue playing. But, he knew that he didn't have any luxury to worry about others when he had a dream to chase. During his journey, he'll encounter many more people like them whose goals and dreams would align with his.

But not every single one of their dreams would get fulfilled. Who knows even his might not get fulfilled?

He pitied them, but he couldn't bring himself to get angry at them for choosing to give up on their dreams. Neither could he ridicule them for their choices. After all, they hadn't made the choices because they liked it. But rather the situation had forced them to give up on their dreams.

His eyes flashed with determination as he said, "Though many of you couldn't fulfill your dreams, you don't need to worry. I'll carry your will and fulfill it for you"

It was the only thing he could do at the moment. And, for sure many of them might not share the same feelings. If possible they'd like to chase their dream on their own rather than relying on someone else to fulfill it.

By saying so, he was only trying to console himself.

Then he put down the picture frame in its original place and headed to his bed. That picture evoked some nostalgia which made him recall his earlier days. Even with his eyes closed, he could only think of those moments.

Thinking about those moments made him realize how far he had come. From winning national champions to winning the Takamado Cup to now making his professional debut. He really had come so far.

Along the way, he made some valuable friends, suffered heartbreaking defeats, and experienced the sweetness of victory. It had been nothing but blissful. And, yet there was more to come. Which made him excited about the future.