Neto was set off on his journey to another club, Xhota port in Japan. He arrived in the country on a Monday, February, 27th , 2025.
"I guess this is Japan", He got down from the plane, cleared his luggage and set off for Xhota's stadium. "Excuse me, taxi!" Neto called for an oncoming taxi, "Do you know how to get to Xhota?"" Where exactly in Xhota?" The taxi driver asked in Japanese, "Xhota amusement park, Xhota museum", still in Japanese.
"Uh?" Neto was confused. "These are Japanese so many of the citizens would be speaking their mother tongue", he thought. Just then he remembered he had a flashcard of Xhota's football team, and he showed it to the driver, "Does this ring a bell?" "Oh, that Xhota", the driver realized; still in Japanese. "Hop on kid", the driver said; this time in English.
"Hold up, you speak English!!!!"
"VROOM", came the car. It was a 2km journey to Xhota's district. When they arrived, the driver told Neto to take a right, 40 steps and keep on going straight to get to Xhota's stadium. "Thank you sir. I....." Neto was interrupted as the man said, "tip", while stretching his hand. "Oh yeah, bus pay. Didn't realize I would have to pay, and I got no yen or whatever currency they use in this place", Neto thought.
Since Neto had no yen, he decided to pay the man in dollars. He gave the man 10 dollars. The driver, who was unsatisfied, demanded more, and Neto gave him 2 extra dollars. The driver zoomed.
"Hold on, 1 dollar should be equivalent to …." Neto just realized, "Hey! I was scammed." He geared his box and his bags, wrapped his scarf around his face, as it was snowing there and trekked to the stadium.
The stadium was barely 2km away, but the cold feeling of the snowy weather and the heavy load made the trip feel like ages. Neto arrived at stadium.
"For your sake, I'll loan him."
The words of Don Felix, still lingered to Neto's head. Luckily the inside of the stadium was warm.
A guard came out, asking Neto what he wanted; that there wasn't any game that day-in Japanese. "I-AM-L-O-O-K-I-N-G-F-O-R YOUR BOSS", Neto said as he showed him the Xhota flash card. "Come with me", the guard said.
"Does everybody speak English? " Neto thought .The guard directed him to the manager's room, so cramped and dark. The winter feeling gave the room this" batman ting". The guard left the room.
"I presume you're Kibb ", Xhotas' manager asked. "Someone that didn't speak Japanese on his first go", Neto thought, then replied, "Yeah!" "Well, welcome to Japan, I hope our services meet you", the manager said, "The team isn't around now. Tomorrow you'll meet them." Xhota's manager directed the guard to take Kibb to his rented flat in a hotel and once again, welcomed him to Xhota's stadium and Xhota port FC.
The guard drove Kibb to a hotel, where he rented a room, and the guard briefed him on how to go about things in that hotel. Kibb's room was stunning.
There were kitchen wares, a comfy sofa, television, free Wi-Fi, and a serene views of Xhota buildings from him glazed wall. "I'll be back here tomorrow to pick you up", the guard said. "Thank you", Kibb said. He looked at his room and tried the bed first. It was so comfy. Lying on the bed, he looked at the ceiling, recalling his events in I. Land. "It's only because of Samba I got a second chance. I can't waste it", Neto thought. After a few seconds, he decided to turn on the TV, but unfortunately all stations had the same language- Japanese. "Thank goodness for the Wi-Fi", he said as he brought out his phone and began taping on it.
The next day...
Kibb was sound asleep until the guard woke him up, and told him to prepare for his sign in. He brought his suit and his everything. Eventually, Kibb was signed in on loan to Xhota. He got his jersey with a # 22 on it.
"A number higher than my I.land number."
When all this was done, he came to the stadium and was introduced to the gang and their coach, Jinpachi Yoo.
"Hello Xhota port, my name is Neto Kibb."