Football singularity-Chapter 395 Competition Don’t Sleep

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[Tuesday, 08/10/2019, 05:30, DFB Campus Gym]

The next morning, Rakim was the first to arrive at the gym, beating the sun to the horizon. Going through his mourning routine he continued talking to Eva, in his head as he pulled up his status screen since she required no sleep, she chimed in his head as he adjusted the weights on the leg press machine.

[FOOTBALL SINGULARITY SYSTEM]

USER: Rakim Rex

AGE: 15yrs

TALENT ASSESSMENT: Grade - S

Singularity Points: 5400 + 700 = 6100

Position: Winger

(Evaluation: A wunderkind in the truest sense, who has proven his ability to the world throw a boulder into a still pond)

[ USER STATS: Under 23 Grade]

>Physical Fitness: A

Balance and Coordination: S

Speed: A-

Agility: A++

Strength: B-

Stamina: B-

>Football Technique: S

>Game Intelligence: A

>Mental Ability: S+

>Singularity Traits:

- Mamba Mentality (Garde Unique), - MR ShowTime: (Grade -A)

>Skills

*Silver Grade: Eagle King’s Goal Sense (Passive)

*Silver Level Comeback Kid (Passive)

*Bronze Ankle Brace’s (Passive)

*Bronze Heavy artillery (Active)

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{You should expect to receive a tournament-specific mission closer to the start of the competition.} She chimed in with a neutral tone as Rakim complained about only getting long-term missions that made him forget the system even existed on a regular day. After all, other than training to get better, his free time was spent with May and his family. If not for the fact he talked with Eva every day and the occasional match review he might even believe he was crazy.

Moving on to do some medicine ball drills Rakim continued working up a sweat as he responded to Eva. "That’s good, not that I’m getting bored, but it’s been a while since I made a tangible breakthrough,"

A full hour and a half elapsed before he knew it as he went through different drills in the expansive gym. All the fancy gadgets that were in his mother’s gym could be found here, allowing him to work up a sweat. At 7 am sharp Rakim finally came to a stop just as he finished going through a 3-minute rope drill that left his arms aching.

Taking a 10-minute break, he got up from the ground whipping his sweat with the towel in his hands before proceeding to strap on sensors and hopped on the treadmill ready to go for a 10-mile jog. He started off with a measured pace but proceeded to progressively increase his pace whenever he got too comfortable. 35 minutes later, Rakim had completed his 10K and was drenched in sweat from head to toe, but his breathing was ragged.

He stepped off the treadmill, a towel draped around his neck, as beads of sweat traced lines down his face. The gym was starting to fill with the team’s early risers as he made his way to words the yoga/stretching area. Youssoufa Moukoko strolled in, headphones slung around his neck, while Kevin Ehlers headed straight for the squat rack.

"Early bird, huh?" Youssoufa remarked, nodding toward Rakim.

"Rise early for greatness," Rakim replied, taking a swig from his water bottle. "Competition doesn’t sleep."

Youssoufa chuckled. "True, but it’s way too early for me to be running 10K."

"Don’t have to run a 10K but getting up is half the battle, just start light and you will be doubling your training time in a couple of weeks," Rakim told his teammate as he emptied his bottle ready to participate in the team’s morning yoga session.

Before Youssoufa could respond to his comment, Assistant Coach Marcus Sorg entered the gym, clipboard in hand. "Morning, gentlemen. Let’s start this morning right, complete your morning stretches with coach Joachim, and make sure to let us know if you feel any niggles. We will have a light break sharply at 08:00 and go cycling at 08:45."

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[Tuesday, 08/10/2019, 08:45, DFB Campus Cycling Track]

The crisp morning air filled Rakim’s lungs as he adjusted the straps on his cycling helmet. The team gathered at one of the exits of the main facilities all standing next to their bikes ready to go at any moment. They would be riding into the city and along the river main for a while before looping back at some point.

The cycling leader would be Assistant Coach Sorg who will be setting the pace for the boys to follow. He divided the group into smaller pods based on fitness levels and cycling experience. Rakim found himself paired with Florian Wirtz, Youssoufa Moukoko, and Angelo Stiller. Each player had a state-of-the-art bike with built-in sensors that monitored speed, cadence, and heart rate.

"Alright, boys," Coach Sorg called out, as he strapped his own helmet on. He was also wearing the same primarily white and black national team tracksuit. "This isn’t a race—it’s about building endurance and maintaining a steady pace. Stick with your group and push each other. Remember, recovery is as important as intensity."

Rakim settled into the saddle, testing the pedals. He glanced at Florian, who smirked back. "Bet you can’t keep up," Florian teased, his competitive edge peeking through.

Rakim raised an eyebrow. "He just said it’s not race," Florian did not mind his deadpan gaze as he confidently chuckled, "Oh my American friend everything is race in life it’s just the rules and objectives that change." And with those words, he kicked up and started driving behind the second group.

Rakim smirked at Florian’s words, leaning into the pedals as his group pushed forward. The team wove through the carefully planned streets of Frankfurt, flanked by the iconic river Main. Early-morning joggers and fellow cyclists lined the paths, some turning their heads as the German Under-20 squad cycled past.

"Florian talks a big game," Angelo Stiller said, his voice carrying over the rhythmic hum of tyres on pavement. "But you’ll see—he fades after about fifteen minutes of effort."

"Don’t let him fool you," Youssoufa Moukoko added with a grin, pedalling effortlessly. "The guy’s got sleeper stamina for days."

Rakim laughed, already enjoying the banter. "Guess I’ll find out soon enough."

The ride stretched out as the group climbed gentle inclines and coasted down long stretches. Rakim felt the burn in his legs intensify as the pace subtly increased. Despite the challenge, he appreciated the steady rhythm of the exercise. It gave him time to reflect on his journey to the national team, his desire for national glory, and what lay ahead in Poland.

As they approached a scenic bridge crossing the river, Florian turned his head back. "Beautiful view, huh?" he said, not slowing down.

Rakim, keeping pace, glanced out at the shimmering water below. "It’s aight, we got water in Florida too," he replied nonchalantly, knowing Florian was fishing for a reaction.

Florian laughed, shaking his head. "Florida water, huh? Does it come with gators or is that just in the swamps?"

Rakim grinned. "Gators, hurricanes, crazy drivers—you name it. Adds to the atmosphere,"

"Sounds more like every ride’s a survival test," Youssoufa quipped, chuckling as he eased into a relaxed cadence.

The group fell into a steady rhythm as they crossed the bridge, the morning sun warming their backs. Rakim found himself surprisingly at ease with the group. Despite being the newcomer, the camaraderie made him feel like he belonged. It wasn’t about individual accolades here; it was about building trust as a team.

As they entered a quieter stretch of the path, Coach Sorg whistled sharply, signalling a regroup. The smaller pods converged into a single formation, each rider finding their position. The pace slowed slightly, allowing for some chatter.

"So, Rex," Angelo began, glancing over at him. "What’s it like playing in the Champions League? Bet it’s different from riding with us here."

Rakim shrugged, adjusting his grip on the handlebars. "It’s a surreal feeling for sure especially when you get to line up against players you only saw on FIFA. Plus, you gotta act all cool like it’s not a big deal when in reality you are ready to celebrate even the slightest win you get on a player like Ronaldo,"

"Dang you really living the American dream," one of the guys commented prompting the rest to chuckle as they continued pedalling.

As they looped back toward the DFB Campus, the team fell into silence, the only sounds being the rhythmic clicks of gears shifting and the hum of tyres on pavement. The final incline back toward the training facility tested everyone’s endurance as they were told to sprint in the last stretch of 500 meter incline.

Florian glanced over, smirking. "Let’s see if Florida water gives you wings," he teased, surging forward with a burst of energy. Rakim shook his head, laughing, but couldn’t resist the challenge. He stood up on his pedals, muscles burning as he pushed himself to match Florian’s pace.

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To Be Continued...

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