Reincarnated As A Wonderkid

[We have much to discuss. - C.]

Leon had spent the entire night staring at it, the words replaying in his mind on a loop.

The conversation with his teammates had left him feeling hollowed out, a sad, empty space where the joy of their shared triumph used to be. And now, this.

A summons from the one man he was simultaneously most loyal to and most terrified of.

He woke up the next morning feeling like he hadn't slept at all. He walked into the kitchen to find his mother humming a cheerful tune, a stark, sunny contrast to the storm cloud in his own head.

"Buongiorno, my champion," she said, placing a plate of toast and jam in front of him. "You look like you wrestled a ghost last night and lost."

"It feels like it," Leon mumbled, staring into his coffee cup. "I told the team I'm leaving, Mom."

Elena sat down opposite him, her expression softening.

"And how did they take it?"

"They were sad," he said, the words feeling heavy and inadequate. "But they understood. They're good men." He took a deep breath. "But now I have to talk to the coach. He knows. He knows about Liverpool, and he knows about Sofia."

His mother just nodded slowly, a look of profound, simple wisdom in her eyes. "A man's life is made up of difficult conversations, Leo," she said softly. "It is how you handle them that shows what kind of man you are. You cannot hide. You must look him in the eye, tell him your truth, and accept what comes next." She patted his hand. "And maybe bring him some cookies. Even angry coaches like cookies."

An hour later, Leon was in his car, a small, peace-offering box of his mother's lemon ricotta cookies on the passenger seat, driving towards Cristian Chivu's house.

He pulled up to an elegant, understated villa in a quiet, leafy suburb. He took one last deep breath, grabbed the box of cookies, and walked to the front door, feeling like a student on his way to the principal's office to be expelled.

He rang the bell. The door was opened almost immediately by the man himself.

Chivu wasn't wearing his intimidating black suit or a club tracksuit. He was in a simple, grey polo shirt and trousers.

He looked... normal. Almost.

"Leon," he said, his voice even. "Come in."

Leon stepped inside. The house was beautiful, filled with light, modern art, and a surprising number of family photos.

There was no sign of Sofia. He was led into a quiet, sunlit study overlooking a beautiful garden.

"Please, sit," Chivu said, gesturing to a comfortable leather armchair. He didn't take a cookie.

Leon sat, placing the box awkwardly on the coffee table between them.

The silence was thick with unspoken things.

"I received an official communication from your agent this morning," Chivu began, getting straight to the point. "Confirming your verbal agreement with Liverpool."

"Yes, Coach," Leon said, his voice quiet.

"And I received a rather... frantic phone call from my daughter," he continued, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, "telling me that if I break your legs, she will never speak to me again."

Leon swallowed hard.

"So," Chivu said, leaning forward, his hands clasped together. "Before we discuss your future, and your continued ability to walk, perhaps I should tell you about mine."

He paused, and then delivered the bombshell with the calm, quiet finality of a judge passing sentence. "As you have probably read, I have been in talks with Real Madrid. Yesterday, they made me a formal offer. They want me to be their next manager."

Even though he'd seen the headlines, hearing it directly from the man himself was a shock.

"Coach... congratulations," Leon said, the words feeling strange. "That's... incredible."

"It is the biggest job in club football," Chivu agreed with a nod. "But their offer came with a condition. A very specific, non-negotiable condition." He looked Leon directly in the eye, and the full, terrifying weight of the last few days finally crashed down.

"They don't just want me, Leon. They want a package deal. They have made it very clear that their entire project, their vision for the future, is built around two people: me as the manager, and you as the new cornerstone of their midfield."

Leon's brain just... stopped.

It was like a computer trying to process a file that was too large, too impossible.

Real Madrid. The biggest club in the world. The club of legends. They didn't just want him. They wanted them. Together. The 'Protector's Gambit' on the grandest stage of them all.

"They want... both of us?" he stammered, the words barely making sense.

"They see what I see," Chivu said, his voice filled with a powerful, undeniable conviction. "They see a partnership that can define an era. They are prepared to match any financial offer Liverpool has made, to you and to Inter. They are offering you the chance to be the creative heart of the most famous club in the world, with a coach who understands you completely. To conquer the world. Together."

It was a perfect story. A dream made real. A future so bright it was almost blinding. It was the ultimate validation of everything he was, and everything he could be. He thought of the tactical synergy they shared, the way their minds seemed to work in perfect, unspoken harmony. It was a perfect fit.

He looked at his coach, at the man who had forged him into a champion, and he saw the future laid out before him, a golden, gleaming path.

And then, he thought of his own words. I gave my word to Liverpool. He thought of his mother.

It is how you handle them that shows what kind of man you are.

He took a deep breath, the chaos in his mind suddenly settling into a single, simple, and unshakeable point of clarity.

"Coach," he said, his voice surprisingly firm, the decision made not by his ambition, but by his character. "That is... the most incredible offer I could ever imagine. And to have the chance to continue working with you... it's a dream."

He looked Chivu directly in the eye. "But I can't. I gave my word to Arne Slot. I told him I would come to Liverpool. The deal with my agent is done. For me," he said, the words feeling both incredibly difficult and incredibly right, "it's over. I'm going to England."

A long, heavy silence filled the study.

Chivu just stared at him, his expression completely unreadable.

Leon braced himself for the explosion, for the anger, for the disappointment.

Instead, Chivu just leaned back in his chair, a slow, strange, and undeniably proud smile spreading across his face.

"A man's word," he said softly, nodding to himself. "In this business, that is a rare and valuable thing." He looked at Leon, and the look was no longer that of a coach to a player, but of one man to another, a look of profound, and complete, respect. "I am disappointed. But I am not surprised."

The tension in the room evaporated.

They talked for a while longer, a comfortable, easy conversation about the future, about the challenges they would both face as rivals in the Champions League.

As Leon was finally getting ready to leave, feeling a sense of peace and closure he hadn't thought possible, Chivu walked him to the door.

"You have a good heart, Leon," the coach said. "And you have a good head on your shoulders."