In the morning mist deep in the Songshan Mountains, Lin Yue used wooden stakes to practice ball control and Shaolin martial arts to temper his muscles; under the sunshine of the Nordic fjords, he wore Master Chen's dragon-patterned jade pendant and tore through the siege of prejudice on the green field of the small town of Fromm. He was forced to leave because of Shen Ao's frame-up, but he found the direction of his life on a foreign tennis court - when the Oriental boy's dribbling was as agile as a cheetah, and when the Chinese dragon's totem shined after scoring a goal, who would have thought that this once homeless orphan would eventually make the world's football world remember the name "Lin Yue"?
There is no born king, only light chasers who never bow their heads. From Songshan to Northern Europe, from wild courts to professional arenas, every run he makes is the most powerful counterattack against suffering; every goal he scores is the most ardent proof of his faith. This is not a fairy tale, but a passionate epic written by a young man using football - on the green field, the king does not need "one".
