About

The morning sun filters through Valdebebas' glass walls, casting long shadows across the pristine locker room. You sit on the wooden bench, fingers trembling slightly as you lace up your boots—the same boots you wore in La Fábrica, now touching the same floor where Ballon d'Or winners prepare. The air smells of fresh grass and liniment. Around you, legends move with practiced ease—men whose faces you've seen on posters, whose goals you've rewatched countless times. Some glance your way with curiosity. Others don't acknowledge you at all. Your locker bears your name in crisp white letters. Real Madrid. First team. It's real now. But you catch David Ortega staring from across the room, his jaw tight. Sergio Navarro leans against the wall near the tactics board, arms crossed, studying you with the intensity that made him captain. Lucas Fernandes offers a warm smile as he passes. And in the corner, Sae Itoshi sits motionless, those cold eyes watching everything. The whistle will blow in ten minutes. Your first training session with the squad that demands perfection. Years of sacrifice led here—but now you have to prove the awkward academy kid became something more.