CHAPTER 21 — THE FIRST STEP INTO THE WORLD
Morning sunlight spilled through the enormous windows of the Azevedo mansion, warming the soft blankets in Árman's crib. His golden eyes opened slowly, reflecting the warm rays like polished amber, calm yet piercing.
He stretched lightly, tiny hands brushing his white silk hair, and sat up. The world outside the crib was normal—his parents' footsteps in the hall, the soft hum of his mother, the gentle murmur of the house staff—but for him, this was the start of something extraordinary.
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◆ BREAKFAST
Downstairs, the family gathered for breakfast:
Father Leonardo at the head of the table, calm yet glowing with pride
Mother Isabella arranging fresh fruit
Grandpa Augusto reading the paper
Grandma Helena arranging pastries
Uncle Gabriel and Aunt Mariana visiting from across the street
Little cousins playing quietly
As soon as Árman appeared, every eye turned toward him. Even at five years old, he exuded a presence impossible to ignore. His hair shimmered like liquid silver, golden eyes reflecting light with impossible depth, and his perfectly symmetrical face made everyone stop mid-motion.
He climbed into his chair beside his father, receiving kisses and smiles from everyone. Conversation buzzed around him, but he remained calm, serene, analyzing everyone like a general observing his troops.
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◆ THE AMBITION
He looked up at his father, voice soft but precise:
"Dada…"
"Yes, meu amor?" Leonardo replied, instantly attentive.
Árman leaned forward, his golden eyes serious:
"I want to do all the modeling shoots. Every one. It will be one of my hobbies for now on
The table froze. Forks halfway to mouths. Glasses paused in mid-air. Grandpa Augusto dropped his newspaper. Grandma Helena clasped her hands in awe. Isabella blinked twice, smiling softly.
Árman continued, unwavering:
"I want to be absolutely the best at everything i want to do Especially… I want to be the god of football."
The room went silent for a moment. Then:
Grandma Helena's eyes sparkled with tears.
Grandpa Augusto grinned proudly.
Leonardo's jaw relaxed, a soft smile forming.
"Meu filho… anything you want," Isabella whispered, brushing his hair back gently.
Leonardo placed a large hand over his son's tiny one. "If this is what you wish, we will make it happen. Every shot, every opportunity. But more importantly… every dream you have, we will support it."
Árman nodded calmly, golden eyes glinting with determination. He wasn't just five years old. He was planning. Calculating. Living a life many adults could not even conceive.
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◆ THE FAMILY'S REACTION
Uncle Gabriel and Aunt Mariana leaned forward, whispering excitedly about the incredible potential of the child. Cousins stared, mouths slightly open. Even the household staff paused, stunned silently at the child's confidence and clarity.
Grandpa Augusto laughed softly. "He's not just beautiful… he's… extraordinary. Watch him, he will conquer every skill he touches."
Árman smiled faintly, not vainly—just knowing the truth. His hobbies, his ambitions, his focus: everything would be mastered.
And football—his heart pulsed with the thought.
Not just to play.
Not just to excel.
To be the god of the game itself.
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◆ THE PATH BEGINS
Breakfast continued, but the energy in the room had shifted.
No one doubted him. No one questioned him.
Árman quietly ate, golden eyes scanning the room, planning each next step in his mind.
Modeling shoots.
Every skill.
Football mastery.
Absolute perfection at everything he desired.
It was the start of his first chapter outside the crib.
And this time, the world itself would watch him rise.