The 1-1 draw against Wolves was a point earned, a testament to Leon's growing consistency.

However, his focus was on Alex Turner. The young man with the astonishing Potential: 95 was set to have his trial with the U18s today.

Leon felt a nervous excitement. He knew what Alex was capable of, even if Alex didn't fully realize it himself.

Leon watched the U18 training session from the sidelines, alongside Coach Miller, the U18 head coach.

Alex (Current: 73), looking a bit overwhelmed but determined, was a whirlwind of raw talent.

His first touches were sometimes a little heavy, his passing occasionally erratic, but then, a moment of pure, unadulterated brilliance.

A sudden burst of acceleration, leaving a defender flat-footed. A turn, so quick and fluid, that it made Leon's 'sight' flicker with awe. A shot, hit with surprising power, that rattled the crossbar.

"He's got... something, doesn't he?" Coach Miller murmured, making a note on his clipboard, his expression intrigued.

Alex's 'Current' rating, Leon noticed, nudged up to 74 after a particularly impressive dribble.

After the session, the U18 players gathered, exhausted. Leon overheard their whispers.

"Did you see that new kid? Alex? He's a bit rough, but some of those moves... wow."

"Yeah, like he just glides. Where did Villa even find him?"

"Leon Fischer apparently brought him in. Said he had 'an eye for talent'."

Leon smiled. Alex was making an impression.

Later, Leon found Coach Emery on the training pitch, overseeing a tactical drill with the first team. He approached cautiously, his heart thumping.

"Coach," Leon began, "can I talk to you about something?"

Emery turned, his gaze sharp. "Fischer. Always. What is it?"

"It's Alex Turner," Leon said, his voice firm with conviction.

"The player I brought in for the U18 trial. Coach, his 'Potential' is immense. Truly, truly exceptional. I've never seen anything like it, apart from the very best players in the world.

He's raw, yes, but if we refine him, he could be a generational talent. He needs to play with us. In the Premier League."

Coach Emery raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

He trusted Leon's judgment; Leon's 'sight' had proven itself on the pitch time and again.

"Premier League, Fischer? He is very raw, you said. And his 'Current' ability is not yet at that level."

"I know, Coach,"

Leon insisted. "He learns incredibly fast. With the right coaching, the right environment, the speed of Premier League training... he'll adapt faster than anyone expects.

Give him a chance to train with us. Just train. I promise you, you'll see it."

Leon thought about Alex's pure, unrefined talent, the ease with which he moved, the explosive power that lay dormant.

Emery looked at Leon for a long moment, then a slow smile touched his lips. "Fischer, your conviction is... persuasive. Very well.

Tell Alex Turner to report to first team training with us next week. We will see what this 'exceptional potential' truly means."

Leon's heart leaped. "Thank you, Coach! You won't regret it!"

He found Alex a few minutes later, still looking overwhelmed but happy after his U18 trial.

"Alex!" Leon exclaimed, a huge grin on his face.

"Guess what? Coach Emery wants you to train with the first team. Starting next week."

Alex's jaw dropped. "The... the first team? With you guys? In the Premier League?"

"But I've only just had a trial with the U18s!"

"Exactly!" Leon clapped him on the shoulder. "That's how good you are, mate! This is your chance. You're going to be brilliant. We're going to play together."

Alex was speechless, then a wide, joyous smile spread across his face. "Leon… thank you. I don't know what to say."

"Just show them what you're made of," Leon replied, a genuine thrill in his voice.

This was fantastic. He was not just living his dream, but helping a friend unlock his own.

They spent the next five hours talking, completely lost in conversation.

Leon explained the demands of professional football, the relentless training, the tactical intricacies. Alex, hungry for knowledge, absorbed everything, asking questions about specific players, their strengths and weaknesses, their 'Current' ratings that Leon could now effortlessly recite.

Leon found himself explaining how his 'sight' worked in more detail, talking about the ghostly projections, and Alex listened with wide-eyed fascination, completely believing him.

"So, when you see a 'ghosted leg and ball', that means a shot?" Alex asked, his mind buzzing. "That's incredible! It's like having a superpower!"

"It is," Leon confirmed, a quiet satisfaction in his voice. "But it takes practice to interpret and react to it instantly. And to use it to influence the game."

He talked about Haaland's shots, Salah's feints, the precise passes of De Bruyne and Trent Alexander-Arnold. Alex, with his astonishing 'Potential: 95', soaked it all in, his 'Current: 74' already showing subtle increases as his understanding of the game deepened.

When Leon finally headed home, the evening sky a canvas of deep blues and purples, his mother, now forty years old but still as vibrant and supportive as ever, greeted him with a warm smile.

"Rough day, my love?" she asked, her eyes scanning his face.

"No, Mom," Leon said, a tired but happy grin spreading across his face.

"A good day. A very good day. I'm helping someone else live their dream now." He told her about Alex, about Coach Emery's decision. His mother listened.

"That's wonderful, Leon," she said softly. "You have such a good heart. You're not just a brilliant player; you're a good person."

Leon went to bed, tired but content. As he drifted off, a new thought sparked in his mind.

If Alex, with his 'Potential: 95, Current: 73', was just walking around... how many other hidden talents are there? People with incredible 'Potential' but low 'Current' because they've never had the chance? What if I could find them? What if I could help them unlock their true abilities?

The idea was exciting, a new dimension to his 'second life' and his 'sight'. It wasn't just about him reaching the top anymore. It was about finding others, helping them shine.

The next morning, Leon woke with a renewed sense of purpose.

He found Byon (Current: 84) and Alex (Current: 74) in the academy canteen.

"Morning, superstars!" Leon greeted them. "Alright, listen up. I had an idea." He told them about his thought, about seeking out hidden talent, people with high 'Potential' but unrefined 'Current' abilities.

Byon's eyes widened. "You mean, like, a talent scout? But with your superpower?"

"Exactly!" Leon nodded. "Who knows what incredible players are out there, just waiting to be discovered. Want to come with me? It'll be a bit of fun, a bit of an adventure."

Alex looked intrigued. "Really? You think we could actually find someone?"

"We won't know until we try," Leon said, a determined glint in his eye. "We start small. Local parks, local academies. Just looking."

They spent the rest of the day together.

They went to a small local market first, Leon buying some protein bars and Byon, predictably, buying a mountain of snacks. They sat outside a small coffee shop, chatting about football, their dreams, and the surprising turns their lives had taken.

Alex, still slightly overwhelmed by his sudden entry into this world, listened intently, absorbing everything.

After a few hours, they set off. Their first stop was a small, dusty local academy pitch. Leon scanned the players, his 'sight' active.

He saw plenty of kids with decent 'Potential', some with low 'Currents', but none of the truly astonishing numbers he was looking for.

"Nothing here, Leon," Byon eventually sighed after visiting three more academies, all with similar results. "Maybe it was just a fluke with Alex."

"Keep looking," Leon urged, not disheartened. He knew truly exceptional talent was rare. They visited a fifth, then a sixth academy. Still nothing above Potential: 85.

As they arrived at the seventh academy, a small, slightly rundown facility on the outskirts of town, the light was fading. There were only a few players left on the pitch, wrapping up their session. Leon scanned them, his 'sight' active.

Then, he saw him.

A man, roughly 25 years old, taller than average, with a quiet intensity in his movements. He was just juggling a ball, his touches simple but precise.

Above his head, the numbers shimmered with an electrifying intensity that made Leon's heart pound.

Player Name: Unidentified, Potential: 92, Current: 69.

Ninety-two Potential. And a 'Current' of 69 for a 25-year-old? That was astonishing. It meant he had raw, unrefined talent that had somehow gone completely unnoticed.

A true, incredible gem. This was even more exciting than Alex. This was a man whose potential, at his age, meant he could skyrocket to the top, even faster than Leon had.

Suddenly, a blinding BLUE SCREEN filled Leon's vision. It wasn't physical; it was inside his 'sight', overlaid onto his perception of the world. It was pulsating, vibrant, blocking out everything else.

"Hey! Leon! How are you?" Byon's voice sounded distant, muffled, as if coming from behind a thick pane of glass.

Leon tried to respond, but he couldn't see. The blue screen was absolute, overwhelming. His 'sight', his, his entire perception of the world, was gone, replaced by an incomprehensible, shimmering blue void. He stumbled, reaching out blindly, utterly disoriented.

What is happening?!