The Champions League final. Leon sat in the back of a comfortable car, heading towards the stadium.

Beside him, his mom was beaming, a mix of awe and pure joy on her face. In the seats in front, Byon (Current: 85) was practically vibrating with energy, while Alex (Current: 81) looked wide-eyed, taking in every sight of the bustling Tokyo streets.

"Can you believe it, guys?" Byon exclaimed, practically bouncing in his seat. "The Champions League final! In Japan! This is going to be epic!"

"I still can't believe we're here," Alex murmured, pressing his face against the window. "The stadium looks huge!"

Leon chuckled, enjoying their excitement. His own mind, however, was a whirlwind.

The transfer offers. Real Madrid, Atlético, AC Milan. They were still there, buzzing in the back of his thoughts, a monumental decision waiting for him. But for now, he pushed them aside. This was about the game. The biggest game in club football.

The car pulled up to the stadium, a colossal structure that seemed to pierce the sky, its modern design gleaming under the afternoon sun.

The area was a sea of people, a kaleidoscope of team colors, banners, and excited chatter. The roar of the crowd, even from outside, was a deep, resonant hum that vibrated through the ground.

"Alright, mission tickets!" Byon declared, pulling out four VIP passes with a flourish. "My agent pulled some strings. These are the best seats in the house!"

They joined the throng, slowly making their way towards the VIP entrance. The atmosphere was incredible, a carnival of football. Fans from all over the world, speaking different languages, but united by their passion for the game.

As they approached the entrance, a tall, imposing figure in a dark suit stepped forward, his eyes scanning the passes. He was clearly a bodyguard, his 'Current' rating, Leon's 'sight' noted, was incredibly high, radiating a quiet strength.

The bodyguard looked at Byon's tickets, then at Leon, his eyes widening slightly in recognition. "Mr. Fischer? Mr. Byon?" He nodded respectfully. "Welcome. I'll escort you to your seats. You'll be in the VIP section, with the club officials and special guests."

Leon exchanged a surprised glance with Byon. "Thanks," Leon said, a little taken aback by the immediate recognition and VIP treatment.

They followed the bodyguard through a maze of corridors, past security checkpoints, and finally, into a luxurious, glass-fronted suite overlooking the pitch.

The view was breathtaking. The stadium was already filling up, a patchwork of red and white for Bayern Munich, and pristine white for Real Madrid. The pitch, a perfect emerald green, looked immaculate.

The suite was already filling with people. Leon's 'sight' immediately picked out familiar faces.

There was Theo Hernández (Potential: 88, Current: 86), the AC Milan left-back, chatting animatedly with someone. Leon's 'Analyze Player Stats' feature subconsciously activated, showing Theo's blistering 'Pace' and powerful 'Shooting'.

Across the room, Jürgen Klopp, the legendary Liverpool manager, was deep in conversation with another coach, his 'Current' radiating intense tactical thought. Leon felt a thrill. These were the giants of football, the people he aspired to be among.

"Whoa, Leo, look!" Byon whispered, nudging him. "That's Theo Hernández"

Leon's mom just smiled, taking it all in, clearly enjoying the exclusive atmosphere. Alex (Current: 81) looked overwhelmed, his eyes darting around the room, trying to absorb every detail.

They found their seats, plush leather chairs with perfect views of the pitch. The Champions League music began to swell through the stadium's speakers, a majestic, soaring anthem that sent shivers down Leon's spine. The crowd roared in response, a wave of sound that filled the entire stadium.

Then, the lights dimmed. A spectacular laser show began, painting the pitch in a kaleidoscope of colors, accompanied by a thunderous soundtrack.

The Champions League logo, giant and shimmering, appeared in the center circle. Fireworks erupted from the roof, showering sparks of light into the night sky.

The party had begun.

Finally, the moment arrived. The Champions League anthem reached its crescendo. The players emerged from the tunnel, one by one, walking onto the pitch, bathed in the blinding light of the stadium.

First, Bayern Munich.

Manuel Neuer (Current: 89), their legendary goalkeeper, led them out, followed by Joshua Kimmich (Current: 88), Leroy Sané (Current: 87)

Leon's 'sight' highlighted their 'Current' ratings, radiating experience and world-class ability.

Then, Real Madrid. The roar from their fans was deafening.

Thibaut Courtois (Current: 89), their towering goalkeeper, led the charge. Followed by Vinicius Jr. (Current: 88), Jude Bellingham (Current: 89), and Kylian Mbappé (Current: 91), the fastest player in the world, his 'Current' rating almost blindingly bright.

And then, Leon saw him: Emre Demir (Current: 86), walking with the rest of the squad, his face a picture of focused intensity.

Leon leaned forward, his heart pounding. This was it. The ultimate clash. The best against the best.

He looked at Mbappé, at Bellingham. He thought about his own 'Current: 84'. He was at their level. He was ready for this stage.

As the players lined up for the anthem, Leon felt a surge of inspiration. This was the dream. This was what he was working for. He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining himself out there, leading his team, Aston Villa, onto this very pitch, under these very lights. The future felt incredibly close, incredibly real.