Striker of The Gods

Caos kept writing in his libreum till one of the girls, Juno, got to ask him, in her long dress with dark bluish peonies. He looked up, momentarily distracted by the vibrant colors of her attire.

“Che cosa fai nel tuo libro? Piaceri di conoscerti. Sono Juno. Sei l’amico di Gregorio,” says Juno while looking at the English words and some German words about his training. Caos smiled, appreciating her curiosity. “Yes, I am Gregorio’s friend,” he replied, gesturing to the pages filled with his thoughts and sketches. “I’m exploring ideas about language and culture, hoping to connect different worlds through my writing.”

“È solo il mio training. Preparo la mia rutina per domani,” says Caos without looking at Juno, who in her distress asks Gregorio why he is that way.

“Leciali in pace. Lei, il è giovane come la crema. Ama il calcio come il sole e la luna nell’amore,” says Gregorio, looking concerned at Caos, which triggered him to think that he was gay. The tension in the room thickened as Juno contemplated Gregorio’s words. She wondered if Caos’s aloofness was a defense mechanism, masking deeper feelings he struggled to express.

“Chaos. Diana e Juno andranno a fare quella cosa per te.” Says Gregorio, looking seriously at Caos, who still writes in his libreum. As a result, Di Gregorio takes his book, abruptly shaking his head to force him to talk to the girl.

 “Ma perque? ... D’accordo. Sono Daniele. Dime que cosa voui di me? Sono un buon amico di Gregorio e sei il migliore giocatore di calcio nel mondo,” says Caos while looking at Juno and Diana and the last girl, Vesta, a pretty big-breasted girl in green garments.

 “Devi essere pazzo. Sei un ragazzo piccolo,” says Vesta, looking skeptically at Caos, stealing glances at Gregorio. Caos straightened up, determined to prove his worth. “I may be small, but I’ve got skills that can surprise you,”

“Tu verrai un giorno che sono il migliore. Non importa. Sono il caos della festa,” says Caos, looking at Gregorio with burning eyes. Gregorio raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Caos’s confidence. ”Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got,” he replied, a smirk forming on his lips as he stepped back, ready to witness whatever spectacle the small boy had in store.

“Puoi darmi il tuo numero? Dai, sei bellissimo, Daniele.” says Vesta, longing for a positive answer. Danielle hesitated, caught off guard by Vesta’s boldness. She glanced around at the bustling party, the laughter and music swirling around them, before finally responding with a shy smile.

“Dai. Non parlo molto al telefono.” Says Caos, taken aback. He hesitated for a moment, glancing between Vesta and Gregorio, unsure how to respond. Finally, he mustered the courage to reply, “Alright, but only if you promise to keep things interesting.”

“Bravo, Daniele. Sei un piccolo inamorato,” says Gregorio. Vesta giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I promise, it will be anything but boring!” They shared a moment of laughter, the tension dissipating as they all leaned in closer, eager to see what adventures awaited them in the night ahead.