Jonas Wilder.
At sixteen, after witnessing the German team lift the World Cup with his own eyes, he was released by Bayern Munich with the excuse, "Little Jonas, you should choose a path that's better suited to you."
Jonas had been described as "strong, but with a terrible temperament, rough shooting, average game sense, and not much use. He might be better suited to American football than soccer." Jonas: "…"
Determined not to let Bayern Munich have their way, Jonas said goodbye to his childhood friend Kimmich, then sheepishly went off to compete in combat sports.
In 2018, armed with "high damage from the left hand, high damage from the right hand, an unbeatable left-leg whip kick, and a right-leg whip kick that's unbeatable," Jonas fought his way to the finals. Just as he was about to become the youngest champion in UFC history, the German Football Association, fresh from its World Cup failure and unable to find a single center forward nationwide, finally remembered him.
Before the match, Jonas looked at the gentle smile on the face of Klinsmann, the most powerful man in German football, and hesitated before saying, "Are you here to get beaten up? If so, please wait a little longer. Once I've finished beating that guy up there, I'll come right down and beat you up."
Klinsmann's smile froze. Looking at the sincere, earnest expression on the man's face, he suddenly felt a familiar, ominous premonition.
Surely a person couldn't run into two fakes in one lifetime...?
Notes:
1. A silly forward. He's genuinely stupid, or he wouldn't have given up combat sports to go back to soccer. But he's genuinely strong too. He's bad at infighting, but good at fighting. German football, your giant center forward is here!!!
2. National team: Germany
Club: Bayern Munich
3. This is still at the stage of having only a title and synopsis. The protagonist's sexuality is unclear, and it's tentatively no-cp.
Theme: Don't wait until something is gone to cherish it.
