The night after I revealed my plan, nothing really changed. My parents listened, my brothers shrugged, and life moved on like usual. But that was fine—I didn't need them to believe in the plan. I just needed them to go along with it.
And they did.
A week later, my parents got me a camera, a stand, and set up the 3KB YouTube account. They even found someone to edit the videos for us. That was enough.
Now, it was time to start the grind.
Morning Routine
I woke up before the sun. My alarm blared, cutting through the silence of the house. I rolled out of bed, stretched a little, and changed into my running gear.
By the time I got outside, Kyle was already waiting, stretching lazily. KJ was still rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"Two miles today," I said. "No stopping."
Kyle smirked. "I could do that in my sleep."
"Then why don't you?" KJ shot back, yawning.
We started running. At first, the air was crisp and cool, but by the time we hit the second mile, my legs were burning. Kyle, of course, was still going strong, his left foot tapping the ground effortlessly. KJ was ahead too, his natural athleticism carrying him forward.
I was last.
I hated that.
But that was the whole point.
I wasn't here to be comfortable.
Training After School
Once school ended, the real work began. We hit the field, and I set up the camera, making sure it captured everything.
"Alright, warm-up first," I said.
Juggling drills. Passing drills. Dribbling circuits. We repeated everything, using both feet, both sides of the field.
KJ ran shooting drills, blasting balls into the net with ridiculous power. Kyle worked on one-on-one moves, his footwork so fast it almost looked like the ball was glued to him.
And me? I did everything. Midfielders needed to be good at everything.
After an hour, we were drenched in sweat. That's when I pulled out the real challenge.
"Crossbar challenge," I said, turning the camera toward us.
Kyle groaned. "You know you suck at this, right?"
"Not for long."
We each took turns shooting from the edge of the box, trying to hit the crossbar. KJ got it first, Kyle second. I missed my first three.
Then I focused. Adjusted.
Ping!
The ball smacked the crossbar, and I grinned.
"See?" I said, turning to the camera. "Told you I'd get it."
KJ ruffled my hair. "Keep that up, and maybe you'll be good one day."
Kyle smirked. "One day."
The Routine Takes Over
Every day, the cycle repeated.
Run before school. Train after school. Film everything. Upload the footage. Send it for editing.
I stopped thinking about the channel. Stopped thinking about subscribers or views. The grind became natural.
And without realizing it, the grind started changing us.
Kyle got faster. KJ got sharper. I got leaner.
We were leveling up.
And soon, the world would start noticing.