The Buzz of Greatness
The roar of the crowd still echoed in the air, even hours after the final whistle.
Real Madrid 5-0 Real Sociedad .
A statement win. A masterpiece in white.
For Madrid, this wasn't just another victory it was a declaration.
The first official appearance of three young talents that already shook the football world:
Michael Kaiser, the German Emperor of goals;
James Silva, the brazzilan maestro of defense counter;
and Valentino Rossi, the Spanish prodigy and the shield that never cracks.
The holy trinity of talent had finally made their debut on the main stage — and they did not disappoint.
I swipe down on my phone.. while reading the headlines with a grin .
Kaiser:
Well that is sure to put myself on the gobal stage.. this time I won't have noel noa to suppress my growth ,and with the legend himself zidane as my coach ...hahahahaha.. Blue lock things are about to change.. this time I want to steal some of this a egos to help me take Noa's number 1 spot ..but first I need to beat Loki , Dybala and Iglesias to truly be no.1 for the under 20 ...then I can challange the top 10 worlds best starting with Pablo Cavazos .
Then I continue to scroll down on my phone..
[Media Montage – Global Broadcast Highlights]
"They said he was arrogant… but look at that strike from Kaiser! The confidence, the power, the precision — world-class already!"
highlights scene:
My eyes glow with Flawless-Eye used I see everything my own body ..the defender rushing to me his breathing patterns his movements, the tension in his muscles ..then I stop dead still as I get the pass
I trap the ball, lower my body to the right ..defender he rushes in 35meters.. 31... 28.. 24meters.. 21.. 17.. 13. The at 8 meters, i move and in my mind I remember this move from the one player admired most in my passed life .. Then my right foot moves, it drags on the ground positioning my body to the right.. then touches the ground fully .
Kaiser:
now he is fully committed "I smirk" damn so this is how you do it.. that easy huh for something so simple .. your the goat for a reason .
I bend my knee and my left foot rises of the ground ... in a mirrored motion almost like if I would cross my feet, but i bent moving to my right of the ground ..then my body in an instant changes direction, I twist and hop of the right leg with force .. I chip the ball with my left foot to vault over, the slide tackle from the defender.. the defender falls to the ground watching my figure as use this moment to volley the ball , my right leg swings at high speed unseen ..only the sound of a gun shot is heard as i using
..Kaiser impact magnus
It bends at high speed with a wide arc to the left ,over the heads of many players.. and reaches the top left corner into the back netting .
Goal...
"James Silva's defense tonight was pure elegance. He doesn't just pass — he counters the tempo of the opponents . Like a predator obeying the law of nature with every touch of his boot."
"And Rossi… my god. A seventeen-year-old goalkeeper saving a full-power header from José at point blank? That's not human reaction speed— that's something else entirely!"
Clips flooded the internet — replays, breakdowns, slow-motion analyses of every pass, every save, every smirk. The trio had captured the world in ninety minutes.
As they were the main focus, as other great players of madrid shined as well .
Even the commentary boards buzzed endlessly.
Sports networks compared Kaiser's debut goal to Ronaldo Nazário's legendary first at Inter.
James Silva was already being called "The Modern Magician."
And Rossi — "The Divine Wall."
And now fans are now calling kaiser ..Sky Emporer now .
But beyond the screens, in the quiet moments of the short league break, the players breathed again.
The locker rooms had emptied, leaving only faint echoes of laughter and water dripping from the showers.
Kaiser sat alone near the center of the room, headphones in, staring at the glowing reflection of his boots.
Kaiser (inner thoughts):
There is a gala that will be happening soon , I need to go to meet the president of real madrid ..that way I can set up something for the future ..to convict him, then get the contact of Ego ..to set up a meet up with him, for my own small part to play in his plan .
James stretched lazily on the bench, scrolling through his phone as messages flooded in — offers, reactions, congratulations.
Silva:
Yoh Val ..did you see the highlights of the match of FC Barcha and Px- Gen .
Rossi sat quietly by the wall, towel over his head, eyes closed, his mind already running through the next match.
Rossi:
Yes I did that Loki is a monster ,just like kaiser here and Bunny as well.. both I would say are unrivalled in earth and sky ..but kaiser at this point is the one I think can deal with them .
Valentino grins
I pull down my head phones to speak.
Kaiser:
You maybe be right.. but the real danger is Dybala I get the sense he can see the future.. I know he is the only person worthy to be my life rival ..and if we are not careful he can beat us ...but that's where the fun is.. dont you think guys i smile .
Silva( sigh):
I see you have been watching to much anime.. and not training enough ,now you think your goku or something .
Valentino wipes his face with the towel and grabs his bag .
Rossi:
If that is the case... then I will have to study his matches for the next 2 days, I don't like being caught off guard .
I smirk like a devil .
Kaiser:
Just think about it guys ..someone so strong the outcome will be decided by the goddess of victory... but with my good look don't you think the goddess will favor me ...hahaha hahaha .
The world and was waiting as it was only the beginning as the stir of ,
Their debut had sent tremors across Europe, but the real stage was only just opening.
Because the Champions League continues .
[Champions League – Opening Match Highlights]
The headlines burned across every screen in Europe:
UEFA Champions League – Group A Opening: PXG vs FC Barcelona!
A showdown of art and speed Loki and the rabbit of the sky Iglesias with flair Lavinho vs Snuffy technical plays, Loki vs Cavazos. All colliding in the city of lights.
Paris exploded with energy. The Parc des Princes became a cathedral of chaos, fans singing until their throats cracked.
That 4–4 draw between PXG and Barcelona was the stuff of legends — Snuffy and Lavinho's duel, Loki's impossible sprint, Cavazos' aurora, Bunny's aerial dominance.
Each moment went viral, dissected like divine scripture.
And now — the world's attention turned to Group B.
[Next Week: Group B, Match 1 – Real Madrid vs A.S. Roma]
At the training ground, sunlight painted streaks across the turf.
Zidane stood at the sideline, calm as ever, his voice low but firm as he spoke to his players.
Across from him, Kaiser bounced the ball between his feet like it was alive, eyes sharp, a predator already visualizing his next goal.
James Silva juggled near the edge, teasing Rossi with small flicks and nutmegs.
With Luna , modric and ramos running drills.
The mood was light, yet the undercurrent of pressure was heavy — because their next opponent wasn't just another Italian side.
A.S. Roma was rising again.
And leading them… was a seventeen-year-old prodigy being called "the New Prince of Rome" — Aloe Dybala.
Young, cunning, elegant. A playmaker born in the streets of Argentina , mentored under Paulo Dybala himself the older brother , and already commanding men older than him with vision beyond his years.
His touch was calm, his aura royal.
Where others panicked, he orchestrated.
And unlike most young players, Aloe Dybala didn't fear the spotlight — he craved it.
[Scene – Sports Analysts Preview Segment]
"Group B might look like Real Madrid's to dominate, but don't underestimate A.S. Roma," one analyst said, voice buzzing over the highlights.
"Their captain may only be seventeen, but Aloe Dybala plays like a veteran. He reads the game and all plays three steps ahead — that's terrifying for his age."
"And with players like Toti, Zaniolo, Cristante, and Spinazzola behind him, Roma aren't just defending — they're building an empire around their prodigy."
The screen split — left side showing Aloe Dybala's highlights, right side showing Kaiser's thunderous debut goal.
"Two rising stars. Two different philosophies. One about elegance and vision. The other — raw physical ability and dominance. And they'll clash head-to-head in Group B's very first match."
In Madrid, Kaiser smirked as he watched the broadcast on his phone.
James leaned over his shoulder, grinning.
Luna:
"Another genius kid, huh? You planning to make him cry or just humiliate him slowly?"
Kaiser's blue eyes flickered, reflecting the screen's glow.
Kaiser:
"Neither," i said simply. "I'll educate him. There's only one emperor on the field — and it's not a seventeen-year-old from Rome."
Kaiser:
But if I'm being honest...My greatest advantage is my overall ability is what makes me great ,not just one espect ..And I was planning not to, use that state untill I meet a master ..but if I have no choice, then I guess I will show the world I have reached the level of a master .
James laughed, tapping his shoulder.
Silva:
"Just don't forget to pass once in a while, Emperor."
Across the room, Valentino opened his eyes and spoke quietly.
Rossi:
"Don't underestimate him. His passing's dangerous — unpredictable. I've studied him."
Kaiser's smirk widened.
Kaiser:
"oh you have no idea.. I know him well I watched him and watched his growth ."
Modric:
Luna!.. I was thinking I will need a replacement for me.. since I plan to retire at the end of this season ..
Luna:
Ahh yes there is this talent from japan in the academy..what's his name his Sae itoshi .
I walk over to Luna and Modric .
Kaiser:
Modric can I accompany you when you go to meet him and help u assess him ..I think he has great potential to even rival Bunny .
The camera panned upward, the Madrid skyline glowing under the night sky.
Billboards flashed highlights of their debut.
Kaiser, Silva, Rossi — already being painted as the new trinity of Real Madrid's future.
The short break was almost over.
The storm of Europe was about to begin.
And in the heart of it — rival prodigies, empires, and egos prepared to clash under one banner of light.
The UEFA Champions League.
The theatre of gods.