Leon splashed happily in the hotel pool, the Tokyo skyline a breathtaking backdrop. The Champions League final was just five days away, and the excitement was building.

He felt refreshed, recharged, and ready for whatever came next.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in a sleek, modern office in Madrid, the atmosphere was far less relaxed.

Diego Simeone, the intense and passionate manager of Atlético Madrid, stood before Miguel Ángel Gil Marín, the club's CEO.

A large screen behind them displayed highlights of Leon Fischer's incredible season.

"Miguel Ángel," Simeone began, his voice raspy with conviction, "we need him. We need Leon Fischer."

Gil Marín, a shrewd businessman, leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "Cholo, we've discussed this. He's a phenomenal talent.. But he's sixteen. And his price tag will be astronomical. Aston Villa will demand a fortune."

"I know. But we need an attacking midfielder who can control the tempo, who can unlock defenses, who can provide those killer passes. We need someone with his vision, his composure. He is exactly what we are missing. Our midfield needs that spark, that creativity."

He gestured to the screen, where Leon's audacious chip against Chelsea was replaying. "Look at that goal. Look at that assist against City. He sees things no one else does.

He's not just a player; he's a general on the pitch. He can transform our attack. And he's only sixteen! Imagine his 'Potential' under our system!"

Gil Marín stroked his chin. "Yes, I've seen the reports. And his market value is already £59 million. Aston Villa will not let him go cheaply, especially after qualifying for the Champions League."

"Then we make them an offer they cannot refuse," Simeone stated, his eyes burning with intensity. "We need to act fast. Real Madrid is circling. Inter Milan is circling. Everyone wants him."

He paused, then leaned forward, his voice dropping to a fierce whisper. "Make it 80 million euros, Miguel Ángel. Make it 80 million. He is worth it. He is the future."

Gil Marín considered it for a long moment, the numbers running through his mind. £59 million was already high, but £80 million euros... that was a statement. It showed intent. It showed they were serious.

"Eighty million euros," Gil Marín finally said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Very well, Cholo. I will instruct our team to prepare the offer. No problem. We will bring Leon Fischer to Atlético Madrid."

Meanwhile, in a bustling office in Milan, Italy, the scene was equally intense. Stefano Pioli, the manager of AC Milan, stood with Paolo Maldini, the club's legendary technical director.

"Paolo," Pioli said, his voice urgent, "our scout just confirmed it. Inter Milan is making a move for Leon Fischer. Chivu wants him to be the cornerstone of his new project."

Maldini's brow furrowed. "Fischer is an incredible talent, Stefano. his vision, his assists... he's a generational player. But Inter? They're our rivals."

"Precisely," Pioli replied. "We cannot let them get him. He would transform their midfield. He would give them the creative spark they need. We need to act. We need to buy him."

Maldini nodded radiating a calm authority. "Agreed. We need a player like him. Our midfield could use his creativity, his ability to unlock defenses. And his market value is £59 million. We can afford it."

"Then let's make an offer," Pioli urged. "A strong one. Something that shows we are serious. Inter will be aggressive."

Maldini considered it. He knew the rivalry, the importance of winning the transfer battle. "Seventy-five million euros," he stated, his voice firm. "We will offer Aston Villa 75 million euros.

That should be enough to get their attention. Let's buy him, Stefano. Let's bring Leon Fischer to AC Milan."

Back in Tokyo, completely oblivious to the frenzied discussions happening thousands of miles away, Leon Fischer was fast asleep in his luxurious hotel room.

He dreamed of football, of course. Of dazzling dribbles, of pinpoint passes, of the roar of the crowd. He dreamed of the World Cup.

He woke up slowly, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. He stretched, feeling refreshed and ready for another day of exploring Tokyo with Byon, Alex, and his mom.

He reached for his phone, intending to check the time. But as his fingers brushed the screen, it lit up, not with the time, but with a series of notifications.

Three of them. All new. All glowing with an intense, almost urgent energy.

Leon's heart gave a little thump. This was unusual. He unlocked his phone, his 'sight' immediately focusing on the notifications.

[NOTIFICATION 1: NEW EMAIL - AGENT MR. DAVIES]

[SUBJECT: URGENT - TRANSFER OFFERS - REAL MADRID]

[NOTIFICATION 2: NEW EMAIL - AGENT MR. DAVIES]

[SUBJECT: URGENT - TRANSFER OFFERS - ATLETICO MADRID]

[NOTIFICATION 3: NEW EMAIL - AGENT MR. DAVIES]

[SUBJECT: URGENT - TRANSFER OFFERS - AC MILAN]

Leon stared at the screen, his mind reeling. Three new transfer offers. Real Madrid, Atlético Madrid, and AC Milan. All at once. All while he was sleeping.