Growing up in a small village in Japan, my childhood was simple but joyful. My parents worked hard to provide for our family, but they always made sure that my siblings and I had everything we needed. I was always fascinated by sports, especially soccer, and I spent most of my free time playing in the fields with my friends.
I remember watching soccer games on TV and dreaming of one day playing professionally. When I was 10 years old, I finally had the chance to join an organized soccer team in my village. I was so excited that I practiced every day, trying to improve my skills and impress my coaches. It wasn't long before I became one of the standout players on the team.
As I grew older, my passion for soccer only intensified. I would spend hours every day practicing my dribbling, shooting, and defensive maneuvers. I loved the feeling of the ball at my feet, the rush of adrenaline when I scored a goal, and the thrill of competing against other talented players. I knew that I had a gift for soccer, and I was determined to make the most of it.
Despite my passion and hard work, my family couldn't afford to send me to a top soccer academy. So, I continued to play with my local team, competing against other teams in our district. But I never lost sight of my dream of playing professionally.
As I entered my teenage years, I began to draw the attention of scouts from professional teams. They would come to watch me play and offer me the opportunity to try out for their youth teams. I knew that this was my chance to prove myself, and I worked even harder to impress the scouts.
Finally, when I was 16 years old, I was scouted by a local professional team. I couldn't believe it - my dream was finally coming true. I signed a contract with the team and began training with some of the best players in the country.
However, my dream was short-lived. Just a few months into my professional career, I suffered a severe injury that left me unable to play for over a year. It was a devastating blow to my confidence and my future prospects.
But I refused to give up. I knew that I had the talent and the drive to succeed, and I was determined to come back even stronger. I spent months rehabilitating and rebuilding my strength, pushing my body to the limit every day. And finally, when I was ready, I returned to the field with renewed determination and passion.
It was this drive and determination that earned me the nickname "The Wall" and made me a force to be reckoned with on the field. And it was this same drive that led me to the Blue Lock Project, where I could hone my skills and compete with the best players in the country. Players who were cast aside surprisingly.