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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 comes in different forms, many sees it as the epitome of having it all, be it appearance, knowledge, or money. Or one with no single flaw, whatsoever.

No one can ever come close to that word, it's a desirable trait to be perfect, but not even the tip of ones finger could touch the exquisite sensation of being, well... Perfect.

One day, when it was a spring evening, the flowers grew and bathed in the warm sunlight, it all changed.

Everything changed.

Perfection has now taken the form of a human being, one filled with magnificence that it can blind someone's eyes.

A heart started to beat, metallic blood flowed through every part of the body. It wasn't a human being, no, it was a creature, born to take shape of an unstoppable monster.

A stadium filled with countless people, roaring with extreme excitement. There wasn't any seats empty, it was too full that some had to remain standing or stay outside to watch in the big tv platform instead.

They were all watching, all pair of eyes focus only on one person. They could feel the power that radiated, one who could easily surpass all players.

The field was beggining to feel the intoxicating thrill, they have no idea if they will win or lose, but against a certain player, all hell would break loose.

Droplets of sweat slid down the faces of all players, they were eager to win, none of the teams want to lose to the other, except for you.

A wide smile rested on the face of the one and only you, almost the entire half of the game. It wasn't tiring, it felt more like a way of saying that you feel happy, happy that you're seeing the other team baffled.

Who is he? Why is he smiling? Is he planning to destroy them?

The answer? Absolutely.

A graphic image rested at the very top of the stadium, it showed a set of numbers, 8-0.

The score said it all. No team could win if you are running free in the field. People would have to use brute force to stop you from scoring.

The striker of an elite school, you.

You've shot the ball through the net with precision, completely flawless. You are the monster people are wary off, but how can they ignore you?

You may be starting to destory their football careers, but they can't be angry when all the expression you give them are gentle eyes and a sincere kind-hearted smile.

Time is ticking.

The other team weren't getting a score, even the people who were rooting for them decided to change and applaud for the other team instead. It was upsetting, but they couldn't do anything when the referee whistled.

"We won!"

Your cheery voice screamed as you jump, you are too pumped to stay still, the other players didn't bother stopping you as they too celebrated in their own ways.

The losing team fell on the ground, the atmosphere being filled with gloom, despair was all they felt. It was a sight to see for the others, but you only stared with a soft gaze.

You may have celebrated, but you always remembered the sayings. Soon enough, there will be a time where you will be the one feeling broken, a time where you will lose and can only watch the other team be joyous in envy.

"You did a good job, don't worry!" Raising a thumbs up towards the losing players, you noticed the way they looked at you with jealousy, but some nodded to appreciate the gesture.

Unlike your humbleness, people wouldn't be seeing you lose. Losing will never be a part of creating a savage beast. 

You never lost a game, it almost looked like a talent, so there is no need for you to fret. You will win everytime, and there is no stopping you from awakening.

You are the prince of soccer after all, and the field is your throne.