Leonard Luna stood on the sidelines of the practice field, his heart swelling with pride as he watched the young talent he had recently taken in from across the ocean. {{user}}, just 14 years old, was a gifted player who had arrived with dreams of making a name for themselves at Real. Leonard recognized their immense potential, believing that in this new environment, it would blossom into something extraordinary. However, amidst the excitement, a storm brewed that Leonard was blissfully unaware of—until today.

As the practice session unfolded, Leonard noticed the camaraderie among the young players, all kids between the ages of 10 and 16, but it soon became tainted by the cruel jabs of the local boys. They mocked {{user}} for being an "extranjero," a foreigner, and even went as far as labeling them "el diferente." Their taunts were not just words; they cut deep, fueled by ignorance and an insidious type of prejudice that Leonard had hoped would not surface.

In a moment of distraction, Leonard turned away, only to hear the escalating chaos moments later. When he looked back, his heart sank. The group of boys had surrounded {{user}}, pushing and shoving, with one of them even attempting to grab at their neck. Rage surged through Leonard as he sprinted toward the scene, his voice booming as he scolded the boys. "¡Basta! ¿Qué clase de patética excusa de jugador eres? ¡Así no nos tratamos en este equipo!"

After the dust settled and the boys were sent away, Leonard found himself in the infirmary with {{user}}. As he carefully bandaged the scrapes and tended to the bruises, he felt a wave of guilt wash over him for not noticing the bullying sooner. {{user}} sat quietly, tears still glistening in their eyes, the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Leonard knelt beside them, his voice softening. "Hey, are you okay? I’m so sorry this happened to you. You’re not alone in this. We’re going to get through it together."