A couple weeks ago, 10th February, 2025.
The afternoon sun slanted across the Adidas campus in Herzogenaurach, casting long shadows through the glass offices. Inside one of them, Martin, a regional scout, slid a tablet across the desk to Ingrid, head of athlete partnerships.
"Watch this," he said, his voice low but urgent. The screen lit up with clips of Lukas — dancing through defenders, finishing with clinical precision, celebrating with a composure that seemed far beyond his age.
Ingrid watched silently, her brows tightening. When the clip ended, she set the tablet down carefully. "Lukas Brandt... I've heard about him. He's… impressive," she admitted. "Too impressive for someone who just turned professional."
"Exactly," Martin pressed. "He's polished already. It's not hype — it's real. We should move now, before anyone else does."
