Amateur Old Man, Enjoy Reborn Football Life (Booked)

It's been a week since we won the seven-part league for two armies.

Today is AC Battle Day.

In the practice area of the F.S.V.1 Army, we were assembled by the two armies.

"You guys, keep your tempers up for today's AC fight!

"'' Yes, director!

bench before the AC battle.

The two army directors were in the mood.

Likewise, the athletes of the two armies are in full mood.

Somehow in today's interactive battle deke, one army player in the next section decides.

A player from two armies who has never been in the sun could be promoted to the top at once.

There will be no athletes unmotivated by this.

"Until the game, we're almost there. Keep your body warm!

AC battle is just around the corner.

We keep our bodies warm with natural grass pitches.

Just like the official battle, everyone's face is in serious mode.

"Hmm? What's that?

Another group came to the pitch.

The uniform they are wearing belongs to one army of F.S.V.

Today's opponent has finally arrived.

"Oh...... those people are ⁉"

I shook my voice when I saw the face of a player from one army who came.

Open your eyes and switch to maximum telephoto.

"That one is a former Swedish representative... oh, that one is a representative of the Republic of Congo ⁉"

What a famous player among the players in one army who knew.

There are a lot of players in each country's representative class and former delegates.

For me, a football geek, it was a dream sight.

"Mmm? That's Hope, a young man from U-23 in England... and that one from Switzerland... ⁉"

German leagues of this era belong to leading athletes from all over the world.

Even the three parts were at a high level and the world's representative and former representative classes were gobbled up.

Especially this F.S.V. was a historic club that also won a German part about twenty years ago.

I'm not feeling well in three parts right now, but I'm a good fighter.

"No, that's one army...... you have a different aura!

Looking away at the famous athlete, I was very satisfied.

This alone is worth coming to today's AC fight.

"Oh, yeah! I need to get an autograph from everyone when the exchange is over."

I brought a ton of signature colored paper from Japan.

Some memorabilia were suspicious when entering Germany and were about to be confiscated.

Of course I have it with me today.

I was going to get an autograph from everyone in the 1st Army when the exchange was over.

Ha-ha-ha......

Shit.

I'm so excited, my blood pressure's rising.

I'm really glad the AC battle came.

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"Number 14 means you're Coata, right?

When I was so excited.

From behind, I can speak in Japanese.

Who the hell is that?

It's the voice of a man I don't know.

Is it the Japanese press?

"Hmm?"

But only foreign youth were ahead of me when I turned around.

Besides, he's an Army player in a uniform.

So who speaks Japanese now?

"Hello, Courta Noro, is that you?

"What... yes, it is"

Blonde athlete has spoken fluent Japanese.

Pretty good in Japanese.

"Oh, this is it? My mother is Japanese. That's why I speak Japanese."

"Really? I see."

What an army of Japanese and German half-athletes.

I never noticed it before because it looks blonde.

He is even more handsome.

Is that it?

I think this happened two months ago.

"My name is Julian Vasmeyer. Looks like your sister Elena's taking care of you."

"Mr. Vasmeyer? Elena's brother?

I see.

This exchange was the same as when I met Elena.

And did she have a brother?

Besides, were you a player in one of F.S.V. 's armies?

I haven't heard a word of that before.

Hmm. Elena's brother, Mr. Julian Vasmeyer?

Let's remember.

"What... Julian Vasmeyer... ⁉"

Repeat that name and wake up.

Because I knew his name.

(This man is a... "tragic genius." Is that Julian Vasmeyer...)

I am talking about the history of football in my previous life.

There was a famous athlete in Germany called “the genius of tragedy”.

He's seventeen and he's a German professional league, making his shocking debut.

He did a great job in the German three-part league.

Thereafter, he is elected representative by the German generation to produce significant results.

You get a footlight from the press all over the world and you stretch out to be a big star.

Future German representation is said to be finalised and will be noted by the big teams in each country.

And they decided to move from a three-part club in Germany to a big club in England.

Exactly the Cinderella boy of dreams was born.

But shortly afterwards, misfortune befalls him.

I got out of an airport in England and a cab was involved in an accident.

“Tragic Genius” Julian Vasmeyer lost his life in an accident on his eighteenth birthday.

(I didn't know that “tragic genius” belonged to this F.S.V....)

I'm stunned by the chance.

I knew about him in a previous life record.

But I never dreamed I'd be in the same club.

Neither did I, a football geek, grasp that much.

But wait.

When was this Mr. Lillian?

"How old is Mr. Julian now?

"Hmm, age? I just turned seventeen."

I accidentally visited my age.

Mr. Lilithan was acting strange, but he answered. He is quite a gentleman.

Right, are you just seventeen?

That means that about a year from now, Mr. Julian will be in an accident.

(What to do...)

Thoughts stop at just coincidental encounters.

Hopefully, I don't want “tragic genius” Mr. Julian Vasmeyer to die.

I've seen this guy's lifetime play footage in his previous life.

That was a really great play.

It's footage from the past, but I remember falling in love with it in my previous life.

If I hadn't died in an accident, I would have definitely become a world-class athlete.

(Such a talented person dies at the young age of eighteen...)

Honestly, I can't stand it.

No one will be happy, if such an unfortunate future has changed.

(But even if I persuade...)

Is this where I tell you, 'You're going to be active, you're going to talk about moving to a club in England, and you're going to die in a cab accident while you're on the move'?

(No, no... when I say that, they think I'm crazy, and on the contrary, they make me feel distrustful...)

So, what am I supposed to do?

This time, my right leg and my family's lost flag collection are different.

The subject of the death flag only is the other person in red.

It's not something I can easily change with my actions and advice.

We will have to change our great destiny from the ground up.

(Right...... so that Mr. Julian doesn't move to England, can that prevent ⁉)

That's what happened when I dodged my flag, but if I dodged it once, it could survive.

Even then, after avoiding traffic accidents, there were no meteorites or gas explosions.

In other words, we should prevent the transfer to England.

(Is that it? But, Mr. Julian, why are you leaving this club?

That's when the mundane questions come to mind.

Mr. Julian is Elena's brother.

I mean, he's the grandson of the owner of F.S.V.

There's even quite a few of you, and it should be a blood relationship you can't even cut with F.S.V.

(And why did you do it?

Normally, the grandfather's owner can't accept the release of his talented grandson.

Our Julian won't be able to admit it, even if it comes to a meeting.

Is there a serious problem inside the Vasmeyer family?

"Oh, Julian, my brother. Long time no see."

That's when one girl came.

Elena Vasmeyer...... is my classmate and special advisor to F.S.V.

And it's Mr. Julian's sister.

"Oh, Elena. Long time no see."

Hmm?

Something's wrong with Mr. Julian's atmosphere.

I have a strange feeling about Elena, my real sister.

"Julian, you're still not well, are you?"

On the other hand, Elena's attitude is weird.

I didn't have the usual calm, I was getting emotional.

"Elena...... is that injury okay now?

"I thought I told you! It doesn't matter to your brother anymore!

There seems to be a huge gulf between the siblings.

We were in conversation in Japanese, our second mother tongue, so that no one could understand the evidence.

Maybe there was something between the brothers.

That's why I'm freaking out.

(Maybe that's why Mr. Julian is leaving F.S.V.?

Feeling the air, my “football game” works with a pin.

One of the causes of Mr. Julian's death flag is the migration issue.

This groove of brothers and sisters may be the major cause of this.

Like Julian, I have a pretty sister's sunflower.

That's why Brothers and Sisters worked double.

"Not a single army is worthless these days, is it, brother? Today's interactive battle will be won by these two armies of which I am an adviser"

"Well, Elena is now advisor to the two armies..."

"This from F.S.V. I'll make it right for you!

Elena provokes her brother, and the air gets worse.

The players who are up around have also come together to see what's going on.

(Don't stay like this! But how do I get along with these siblings?... right!

I come up with an operation.

I'm one or eight here, and I just have to strain myself.

"Please compete with me, Mr. Yulian! If I win, get along with your sister!

I challenge Julian Vasmeyer to battle.

Football is a common language in the world.

After fighting in football, something was bound to come of it.

I've decided to bet on the possibility of that miracle.

"Kota... you..."

Mr. Julian's feelings were shaky, too.

All right. One more push to change fate.

"I will surely defeat Mr. Julian and one army!

I dared to challenge the battle in German in order to make it heard by everyone else.

By involving everyone, we made it an operation to take the word for it.

I look like a schemer. [M]

I'm sure this operation will definitely work, too.

'Heh?'

"That's funny......"

That is the time.

Pressure came from all around me.

"You're gonna beat one of us, kid?

"The two armies are in good health, aren't they?

"Oh, you guys..."

It was an army of players from one army that had unleashed the pressure.

He's staring at me in a terrific shape.

"Yes, no, what's my word now..."

Oh, shit! They're mistaken.

We mistake the earlier provocation against Mr. Julian for a provocation against all of our own troops.

The representative classes of the nations have turned to sharp killings like beasts.

We need to figure out your misunderstandings somehow...

'Hey! It's time to start an AC fight!

The timing was even worse.

The director gave us a signal, and one army player left.

Opportunities for clarification have been lost.

"Oh, no..."

Exactly “drowning in a ruse".

My ruse has gone completely behind my back.

(What to do...)

This is how the fateful exchange battle begins.

We needed to beat a real army to change Mr. Julian's future.