Exactly, why hadn't he thought of it? If his goal was to move abroad then he couldn't just rely on a translator. He had to learn their language to communicate with the team.
So, why hadn't it crossed his mind yet? Was it because he was too absorbed in his ga? Or was it simply his negligence?
Now how was he supposed to reply?
"Uh.., I haven't thought about it," he answered. "Can't I learn it after signing for one? I an I don't even know which club I'd be joining."
Ayumi heaved a deep sigh after listening to his response, "Sigh~"
Then she frowned her brows as she looked at him disappointedly.
'When it cos to thinking, he really is an idiot' She thought.
"Does it even matter? Just narrow down the possible clubs that you want to join and start learning the language," She advised. "You've got the ti right now. And, if we start early then you won't have much trouble later," She added.
Indeed, he had all the ti he needed. And considering his learning capability, it'd take him so ti to learn. So, it was the right ti for him to start.
Once again, he got lost in his thoughts.
"For instance, why don't we start with English? It's a globally spoken language after all," She suggested, trying to ease up his worries.
She could tell just from a glance that despite her suggestion of narrowing down the list of clubs he wanted to join, he was having trouble deciding.
He nodded in agreent. It was exactly as she said.
"Then, can I leave it up to you?" he asked.
She smiled, "Sure, that's why I'm here."
Later that night, as Hiro lay in bed, his emotions swirled like a tempest. So much had happened today. Pride in his achievents, excitent about the call-up, nervousness about the weight of expectation placed upon him, and a steely determination to prove himself worthy.
Also, he was excited to start his lessons.
Academically, he wasn't gifted. So, it'd definitely take him a lot of effort to learn. Still, if he wanted to keep on playing, he couldn't just focus on his plays, he had to be equally apt in other fields such as communication.
He'd definitely struggle if he couldn't communicate with his new teammates. And, that would affect his overall performance on the field.
Even Lionel ssi, one of the greatest in the world had suffered due to the language barrier after leaving Barcelona.
Then he fell asleep while thinking about the day's events.
Training in the morning, school during the day, and so English lessons in the evening, he spent his days leisurely. Although he found it a bit botherso in the beginning, soon he got used to his new daily schedule.
He had yet to graduate high school.
Though he could apply for leave during matchdays, he still had to attend classes online, and diligently turn on his assignnts.
Being a star player, he wasn't exempted from his academic duties.
Because of his hectic schedule, he barely had any ti for himself. There were even days when he felt burned out due to his hectic schedule.
Even so, he couldn't afford to relax. After all, he had to remain sharp for the preparation camp too.
"Ugh!!" feeling drained, he threw himself on the couch as he returned from the English lessons.
He barely had any energy left to move his body. So, he didn't even bother to turn on the lights. He wanted nothing more than rest.
Both Tatsuki and Naoto were away today. They were called for so charity events.So, he was all alone in the house.
In no ti, as he shut his eyes, due to the exhaustion, he fell asleep. It was supposed to be a quick rest, but he simply couldn't elude sleep.
It was as if he had no control over it.
"Seems like Hiro hasn't returned yet," Naoto comnted as he glanced at their apartnt window.
It was already night yet the light hadn't been turned on. So, he could deduce that Hiro wasn't ho yet.
"Maybe, he's out sowhere," Tatsuki who was holding onto so bags answered.
But as they walked inside, they found Hiro sound asleep on the couch. His bag lay beneath his feet giving an impression that he didn't even have the ti to organize it.
Naoto looked at him pitifully, "Seems like he had a rough day today"
"Well, considering his schedule, I doubt if he'd have any energy left," Tatsuki said. "Sucks being him," he added.
"Sotis I forget that he's still in school," Naoto said.
"I hate to admit it but he's too good for his age."
"Now that you ntion age, didn't a sixteen-year-old deliver a performance to behold in Euro the previous year?"
"The wunderkind of Barcelona huh?"
"Yeah, I heard that he had to attend classes even while playing Euro."
"Hahaha..., Yeah, I too heard that he had to submit howork even when representing his nation in one of the biggest tournants. It was damn hilarious," Tatsuki laughed.
The two of them cheerfully conversed.
The smile on Tatsuki's face waned as he looked at the sleeping figure of Hiro, "They're already making a na for themselves while we continue to struggle. At his age, we were still a nobody."
"Who says that we were nobody? We were the backbone of our team," Naoto tried to cheer him. "Comparison is the thief of joy," he added.
Exactly as he said, if he started to compare himself with others, he'd never beco happy. After all, there'd always be soone better in the world.
And, better talent would continue to erge.
So, if he were to compare himself with them rather than focus on himself, he'd never be satisfied. It might do him more harm than good.
Why was he even comparing himself with others?
So people wished to live his life. So people envied his talents. So, instead of comparing himself, he should be honing the talent he possessed.
Only if he did that would he be able to improve.
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