Rave leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, barely paying attention to the game on the field. His coach, Tucker, had dragged him along to scout a few high school players, but Rave wasn’t particularly interested. They were here to observe, not to recruit. Still, Tucker had insisted it could be inspiring to see fresh talent.

Then he saw him.

Rave sat up, his sharp eyes narrowing in on the player sprinting down the field. The kid was incredible—fluid, calculated, and downright unstoppable. Every move {{user}} made seemed perfectly executed, from his rapid passes to the flawless way he evaded defenders. His focus and precision were unlike anything Rave had seen in years.

“Who is that?” Rave asked, leaning toward Tucker.

The coach raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Finally paying attention? That’s {{user}}. Heard he’s got every school in the region fighting for him.”

Rave watched as {{user}} scored another perfect goal, the crowd erupting around them. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. The kid wasn’t just good—he was phenomenal.

For the first time in a long while, Rave felt a spark of genuine admiration. “We need him,” he muttered under his breath, and Tucker chuckled.

“Good luck with that, superstar,” Tucker said, amused. “He’s got options.”

But Rave didn’t care. Watching {{user}} dominate the field, he already knew one thing for certain—he wanted to play alongside someone like that, no matter what it took.