Opening my eyes, I realize I'm lying in a crib...
"I can't believe it, that damn God could've at least skipped the part of being a newborn."
Arata begins to squirm because obviously he can't scream as a baby.
"Look Ayumi, our child is crying."
"Probably he's hungry, let me handle it, Tatsuya," said the woman.
Soon after, I was breastfed by what seems to be my mother, which was a rather embarrassing situation for me but there's not much to do, just endure until I grow up.
I notice that my mother had long brown hair and beautiful blue eyes like the sea, and my father had messy black hair and brown eyes, both seemed to be relatively young.
Six months later, I found out that my parents' names are Ayumi Ichinose and Tatsuya Ichinose and that my name remained Ichinose Arata. It was during this time that I started crawling around the house to satisfy my curiosity, and at one point I saw a soccer game on the TV at home, it seemed to be a game from the Japanese league, and before I knew it, I was in front of the TV watching the game and laughing.
"Look, dear, our little Arata seems to be enjoying the game on TV," said my mother.
"How cute, dear, I think we should buy a ball to let him play a bit."
"Good idea."
With that, my parents bought a small soccer ball for me to play with.
"Come on, KICK!!!" they shouted.
I try to kick the ball but end up falling on my butt.
"Ah, this baby body has no balance at all," thought Arata.
8 years later... a boy can be seen in front of the mirror with his blue eyes and black hair.
"God really was generous to me in this life, I have a way above-average appearance."
In these past years, Arata's focus has been on improving his football skills, asking his parents to enroll him in a soccer school since he was four years old. In this experience, he realized that his abilities are far above those of children his age, but there are certain things he couldn't do as efficiently due to his child's body. However, since that time, he has established his training and exercise routine to maximize the talent he was given.
"Mom... Dad, I'm going to the park field to play some soccer."
"What's this, boy, do you only think about football?"
"Let him be, dear, he even passed that highly regarded school that you made him study hard to get into, this is his reward."
"Thank you, dad..."
I leave home and head to the park to do my training. Although my focus is on football, my mother insisted that I should pass a test for a prestigious school called Kiyomizu Seiryu Elementary School, which wasn't a big problem because it was really easy for someone with my knowledge, but in the end, it turned out to be a good thing because I found out that this school had a nationally recognized football team.
Already on the field, I assess what I have achieved so far: Since I was a child in my previous life, I've always dreamed of being an attacking midfielder. For me, the stars of the teams weren't the forwards, but the true best players of their teams were the "number 10s", just like Pelé, Maradona, Zico, Platini. So I set this as my goal, I will join Blue Lock and prove to the Ego that the one who will lead Japan to win a World Cup is not a Egoist Forward but a classic attacking midfielder, I will revive this position that many try to "kill" in today's football.
During his training, he starts by practicing shots, always trying to find the angle of the goal. Then, he practices some dribbling moves like the step-over and the elastico, and afterward, some long-distance shots to simulate free kicks, as he plans to be the most complete player in the world, so free kicks are something that must not be lacking in his arsenal. He finishes his training with a run around the field.
After finishing the training, he returns home for dinner, but when he enters his house, he is greeted by an unfamiliar man talking to his parents.
"Hey, Arata, come over here," called his father.
"I don't remember doing anything wrong," thought Arata.
"So, son, this man is the assistant coach of the football team at your school. He came to talk about you, said he liked your skills."
"Oh, that's right, I had forgotten that you recently tried out for the school Football team, but that shouldn't be a reason for an assistant coach to come directly to my house personally," thought Arata.
"Good afternoon, Arata-Kun, I came to talk to your family to inform you that we liked your talent so much that we plan to use you as a starter on our team."
"That worries me, son, it means you might be facing boys up to 10 years old, and if you end up getting hurt," said his mother.
"No problem, dear, Arata is a strong boy and with his talent, I doubt anyone will even be able to touch him," said his father, giving a thumbs up to his son who returned the gesture.
"Ok, you win, but I won't tolerate low grades..."
"Relax, we have a system that if the student's grades drop while playing for our team, they'll soon be cut," said the assistant.
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