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Chapter 689: Rivalry
Chapter 689: Rivalry
Federico, however, didn't look impressed.
Tightening his jaw, he scoffed, "Spare me the compliments. Do you think you can waltz in here, take my spot, and act like we're best friends? Newsflash: this isn't your home. It's mine. And I'm not going to let you take it from me."
Hiro could tell that Federico was afraid. Now that he heard from him, he was even more sure about it. Even so, he didn't hold any hostile intentions toward him.
Federico's words hung in the air. Hiro, however, stood firm, his demeanor calm and
unwavering despite the hostility.
"I'm not here to take anything from you," he said quietly. "But if you see me as a rival, let's push each other to improve. The team needs us both at our best."
Even if he were to throw a fit here, Hiro wouldn't react.
Federico couldn't feel even an ounce of hostility from him. At the same time, he couldn't tell whether Hiro was being genuine or not.
He stared intently at him for a moment, trying to read him. He couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.
Perhaps, he truly meant what he said. He couldn't tell. But he was sure about one thing, he wasn't here to fight with him.
Then he smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. Let's see if your skills match your words."
Without another word, Federico grabbed a ball and started dribbling back down the field, clearly dismissing Hiro.
For a moment, Hiro stared at him in a daze. He couldn't tell what just happened right now. "What a strange fellow," Hiro commented, his lips curling into a smile.
He knew winning over Federico wouldn't be easy, but he also understood that the best way to earn respect was through action.
Even if he hated him, he would have to trust him now that they were playing in the same team. Well, it would only be possible if he wanted good for the team.
Hiro then went on with his training.
As Hiro began his own training, he couldn't help but glance over at Federico, who was practicing with an almost reckless intensity.
He could feel a surge of determination.
However, if Federico wanted a fight, Hiro was ready to prove his worth-not with words, but with his performance on the pitch.
It didn't only apply to him but to anybody who wanted to compete with him.
He was ready to fight for his spot in the team. Be it a world-class player or a bench warmer. He would prove his worth through his actions.
But after conversing with Federico, Hiro understood one thing- he had become the source of terror. From this, he understood that he was on the right path.
Only people who are feared are truly invincible.
Hiro himself would prefer to be feared than adored. After all, only the strong are feared. And if he could inflict fear in somebody through his performance then that would imply that he is moving in the right direction.
Having suffered the life of weak, Hiro didn't want to be weak again.
He wanted to be the predator. He wanted to be the source of other's envy. He had had enough of living as a prey.
In this life, he had vowed to achieve everything he couldn't.
And to achieve those results he would go to any extent. Even if it means crushing someone else's dream. But he still wasn't a heartless demon. So, he couldn't help but pity Federico.
Those comforting words he had said to Federico were nothing but pity.
After about three hours of intense training, the session came to an end. The session had left
many exhausted and panting.
Diego after concluding the end of the training began to walk away.
Hiro had something to discuss with Diego. So, he chased after him in a hurry.
"What's with him? Where is he headed to?"
Immediately after he left, others began to talk about him. They looked at him maliciously.
They could tell that he was chasing after Diego.
"After Diego, probably."
"He probably wants to talk about his playing time now."
"If it continues, it won't be long before he starts."
They weren't open about it as most of the players had grown fond of him. Even in today's
training, he had performed exceptionally.
So, it made them even more uncomfortable. They could tell that it wouldn't be long before
their spot in the team would be in jeopardy.
To lose their spot against a young Asian Kid, it was the last thing they wanted to.
Even thinking about this horrified and disgusted them.
"Diego," Hiro called out.
Hearing the call, Diego paused. He was discussing the result of the training with other
coaches and was occupied currently.
But upon seeing Hiro, he couldn't help but feel delighted.
After all, they were talking about his performance in the training.
"What's the matter, Hiro?" Diego asked, his tone cheerful.
Having sprinted all the way here right after enduring a grueling training session, Hiro was out
of breath. Panting, he stopped before Diego.
"I... wanted to talk to you...," Hiro mumbled while panting.
Diego turned to his colleague and dismissed them. Then he addressed Hiro, "Yes, what do you
want to talk about Hiro? Is it about your playing time?"
Diego couldn't help but conclude.
Hiro had been performing well. But it wasn't the time for him to be starting. So, he couldn't
help but feel Hiro was being impatient.