Football Reborn: The Manager from the future

⚽ Football Reborn: The Manager from the Future

Chapter 58 – The Boy Who Watched the World Burn

There are footballers who chase trophies.

Some who chase dreams.

And then there are the ones who chase revenge.

This chapter is about one of those boys.

🇹🇷 Istanbul, Türkiye – 10 Years Ago

The fire started in the east wing.

Nobody noticed at first — the guards were watching Galatasaray's youth team get obliterated by a 12-year-old with surgical passing skills.

His name wasn't on any roster.

His parents didn't exist in any national record.

All they knew was that he was delivered by private jet with the code "KRM-13."

He didn't talk.

He only listened.

And played.

And that night, he watched the whole academy burn.

From the top floor.

Smiling.

👤 The Unseen One

No one ever proved it was arson.

But all the evidence disappeared.

Hard drives. Player logs. Training footage.

Gone.

Every boy but one vanished. Some ran. Some were never found.

But KRM-13 didn't run.

He stayed. Was arrested. Then quietly transferred to a "foster home" in a city that didn't exist.

He was released at 17.

And the world forgot.

But he didn't.

🧠 Meanwhile – Inside Tempo FC's War Room

Clara and Chuva were staring at the footage loop again.

The Turkish boy — now a man — scored, paused, then winked at the drone camera before walking off.

Chuva froze the frame.

"Look," he said.

Clara squinted. "The arm tattoo?"

"Exactly. A Turkish proverb."

'Yangından sonra toprak daha verimli olur.'

'The soil becomes richer after fire.'

Clara whispered, "He torched the place himself."

Chuva nodded.

"This isn't a prodigy. This is a weapon."

🎥 The Shadow League

Seraph crackled.

"Multiple data pings suggest KRM-13 is now associated with a private collective known as The Basalt League."

Chuva frowned. "Sounds like a mineral company."

Seraph clarified:

"It's a code name. An unaffiliated football league of system-borns and failed clones. Underground. Illegal. Matches in deserts, ruins, mountains — away from media. No cameras. No refs. Only code, cash, and survival."

Clara leaned forward.

"Are you saying there's a secret football league made of people like you?"

Seraph:

"Like him. But not all of them want peace."

🛡️ The Vanguard Protocol

Seraph pushed another file to the board.

A player profile. Face hidden.

Codename: "Vanguard 3"

Age: Unknown

Origin: Nigeria? UAE? No confirmation.

Position: Midfield + Defense

Traits: Zero-pulse movement. Neural-coded awareness. Predator-style marking.

Clara's eyes widened.

"I saw him once… I thought he was a myth. They say he sees the field without looking."

Chuva looked grim.

"They're organizing. The Basalt League isn't hiding. They're recruiting."

📣 Public Side – Transfer Earthquake

The world above was cracking too.

Barcelona announced a record 14-year-old signing from Kenya — a boy who'd never played club football but ran a 4.2s 40-meter with ball control.

Manchester City unveiled a "Football Intelligence" department powered by quantum-level prediction engines.

And PSG?

Silence.

Because Tempo had broken them.

The fans had begun calling them what the French press whispered:

"Les Répétitions" — The Replays.

Meanwhile, Tempo FC surged on TikTok, Reddit, and even on Bloomberg.

✈️ Chuva's Next Mission

He sat with León at breakfast. Quiet.

The boy had barely spoken since Argentina.

But today, he asked:

"Why did they clone you?"

Chuva chewed slowly. Then answered:

"To save a game that didn't know it was dying."

León looked up.

"Is it still dying?"

Chuva didn't blink.

"No. Now it's learning to kill back."

Later that day, he boarded a jet alone.

Destination: Casablanca.

Seraph's new alert: "Unknown anomaly. Pattern match: 0.03% deviation from Maradona Prime."

Translation?

There's a new ghost in the machine.

🧤 Meanwhile – Kojo's Dilemma

Back in training, Kojo was frustrated.

The chip goals were working. The simulations were sharp.

But something was wrong.

He was moving too fast. His teammates were slowing down. Even Seraph's projected drills were getting boring.

He walked off.

And found Abasi and Thiago waiting.

"We saw your screen," Thiago said. "You're getting better than us."

Kojo smiled awkwardly. "Isn't that good?"

Abasi leaned forward.

"It means they'll come for you next."

Thiago handed him a small envelope.

A symbol on it: a burning boot.

Inside: Coordinates. To a match in the middle of nowhere.

Basalt League was watching.

⚔️ End Scene – Fire vs Glitch

In a hidden stadium in Morocco, two players stood alone in the dark.

One wore a Tempo FC jacket.

The other, all-black gear with red-stitched numbers: KRM-13

Chuva didn't speak.

KRM didn't blink.

Then KRM smiled and pointed at Chuva's chest.

"Prototype Zero," he said in Turkish-accented English.

"Not bad."

He tapped his own temple.

"But I was version two."

And then the lights exploded on, and the walls around them turned into pitch.

The Glitch vs The Fire.

The first secret match… was about to begin.