When he opened his eyes, he wasn't greeted by pearly gates or hellfire.
Instead, he found himself surrounded by an endless white void—no landmarks, no features. Just an expanse of pure nothingness. Classic.
Floating before him was a figure that looked like a glitched hologram rendered in potato-tier resolution. It crackled with static electricity, arms folded, radiating the kind of impatience you'd expect from someone who's explained the same thing a thousand times and is so done with it.
"You died," it said casually, like it was announcing today's lunch menu. "But you lived a life worthy of a second chance. Not perfect, mind you—but entertaining."
"Right…" he muttered, torn between disbelief and resignation. "Truck-kun, huh?"
"More like Cup-Noodle-Slurp-kun, but sure. You choked to death on a noodle, to be precise."
"…Seriously? That's my death? That's what ends me?"
"This is your afterlife. Welcome."
A glowing roulette wheel appeared midair, spinning with golden icons and vibrant flashes. It clicked rapidly, flashing names like Naruto, Attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, Blue Lock, Solo Leveling... and countless more.
"Now I'm going to spin the wheel to decide your next life."
He watched with a sinking feeling. Half of him hoped for something cool—magic, maybe. The other half braced for the worst.
The wheel clattered to a stop.
➤ Destination: Inazuma Eleven (OG)
"…Seriously? That one?" He winced. "Isn't that the football anime where kids could blow up schools with their kicks or something? Can I get a redo?"
"Nope. You're stuck with it."
"How is that even fair?!"
"Fair? You died to cup noodles."
"…Touché."
"To make this interesting, I'll spin three more times. Think of them as your beginner perks."
Spin 1 – Template from a High School Sports Anime
Spin 2 – One Translated Skill (Football Version)
Spin 3 – Your Starting Point in the World
"Fine," he muttered, heartbeat rising as the first wheel spun again. Names blurred past: Hinata, Ippo, Aomine, Isagi, Rin, Bachira, Miyuki, Kuroko, Sawamura…
The roulette clicked to a halt.
➤ Template: Sakuragi Hanamichi (Slam Dunk)
Gifted Physique. Limitless Potential. Athletic Instincts. Zero Brain Cells (Optional).
His eyes widened. "Whoa. That's actually kind of cracked. Sakuragi had absurd physical stats—he bodied judo champions and learned elite basketball in like, what, a few months? If I channel that into football... I might just break this world."
The figure just nodded. "Next spin."
➤ Skill: Barou Shouei's Emperor Shot Instinct
Hidden Skill: Predator Eye
"…Okay, that's fire," he grinned. "Barou's ego, his raw shot power—this is the anime for crazy overpowered kicks, so this fits perfectly. I mean, there were some wild options—Aomine's formless dribble, Isagi's meta vision, Bachira's monster plays… even Sawamura's breaking balls would've made for some insane curve shots."
"But this one? I'll take it."
The figure yawned. "Last one."
➤ Background: Raimon Junior High – One Year Before the Legendary Season
You're already here. Your fate's waiting.
"There. Three pulls. Welcome to the world of Inazuma Football."
" I will be removing most of your memories of this anime," the figure added with a smirk.
"...Huh? That's not fair!" His protest echoed through the void, but it seemed to have little effect.
"I want to see you struggle in this world. Where's the entertainment for me if you don't?"
Then, as if the universe itself had snapped its fingers, the white void flickered and faded away.
When he blinked again, he found himself lying in a small, sunlit room. His heart raced as he took in his surroundings: a set of posters adorned the walls, football stars frozen in mid-strike, their passion captured in vivid colors. A buzzing excitement filled the air as the distant sounds of children shouting and cleats thudding against dirt reached his ears. The familiar aroma of early spring—a hint of grass and blooming flowers—jetted into his senses, and he couldn't help but smile.
He sat up, feeling an unfamiliar strength in his limbs—longer, stronger. There was a football poster above his desk that featured Raimon Junior High, and in that moment, everything clicked.
"Alright then," he said to himself, determination shining in his eyes. "Let me check what year it is. Let's give this world my best shot!"