"Not him... Not her... No, no, no!" A semi-long blond haired tanned man slammed his fists onto the table. Papers flew in various directions and the neat stacks fell over making a mess. The man showed no signs of caring.

"Is there anyone that can lead the team...?"

"I can."

The man looked up to see that someone had entered the room. His eyes widened, someone he knew, "H-how...? You should be dead!?"

"Yes, I have died once... Goenji Shuuya..." The man sneered, "The team, I shall take the position as its coach."

The sun beamed down onto the earth. Here in Uzbekistan, it was always hot. A blond haired boy sat alone on the stairs as he watched kids his age play around in the park below.

He let out sigh as he decided it was time to leave. As he got up one of the kids below yelled out to him.

"Zafar! You want to play with us?"

"Hey!? Don't ask him! He's such a ball hogger."

"Yeah it's no fun!"

"Huh, but..."

"Hmf, don't even want to play with any of you anyways!" Zafar snorted, leaving the place. No one likes playing with him and he doesn't like playing with them; so in his mind, it worked perfectly.

As he neared his house, he noticed an expensive looking car parked in front of his small house. Did something happen? Some of the neighbours surrounded the car in awe. In this part of town, cars in general were rare, let alone one this expensive. Whoever parked it here is an idiot the boy thought.

After a slight hesitation, Zafar decided to sneak into his room through the window like usual. He wasn't particularly close to his parents and preferred coming home unnoticed.

However, as he entered his room, his parents opened the door.

"Zafar! Why can't you come in normally!?" His mother yelled as she pulled her son inside.

"What are you doing!?"

"There is a guest for you. Come on!" His mom started to fix her son's hair. Zafar immediately tried swatting her hand away.

In the living, sat a tall gray haired man in sunglasses and an all-white suit. Another young man sat next to him. The way he talked between everyone's conversations, Zafar guessed he was a translator.

"He is an agent from Japan. He wants to ask you to try out for their soccer team." His father explained.

"What? Why?" Zafar frowned.

His mother put her hands on Zafar's shoulder, "You don't have to listen to him!"

"Let me hear for myself."

The Japanese man started to speak and the translator spoke, "He'll give you anything you want if you are able to make the team. For now, you are just a candidate."

Zafar's ears pricked up, "Anything?"

"Anything. Money for stuff, travelling, schooling."

Zafar smirked, "Hmm... I like that... Okay. I'm in."

The man smirked, "Details will be given at the stadium. Good luck, Zafar Lazarev."

"My, my… that is a lot of kids you have collected, Kuroiwa Ryuusei Kantoku…" A small clown-like doll said as he looked over the list of soccer players. "How are you going to choose out of them?"

The white-bearded man stood from his chair, "That is not something I will need to tell you."

The clown frowned. This man would never give an explanation which annoyed him greatly. But he was at least thankful that Kuroiwa Kantoku let him stay with the team, so never questioned him.

As the clown continued to scroll down through the list, he stopped at a Japanese player's name, "Matsukaze… Tenma?" Strangely this name was bolded unlike the rest. He then realized that this, Tenma was the only player not brought to this arena. All the clown could do was guess why since he knew Kuroiwa Kantoku would never explain.

My sister and I were disappointed by the fact that "Earth" Eleven was represented by only Japanese players. So that's when this story's idea came! Each player will be selected from various countries and pretend to be Japanese and start as Shinsei Inazuma Japan.

First will be a representative selection to pick 11-15 players for Earth Eleven.

I hope for new, original OC's. One's I haven't seen in other stories. Each person may submit a maximum of two OC's, but only one will be able to be part of Earth Eleven per person. Every OC will be accepted, but not all will be part of the team. (some will be dropped during the Selection)

Review/PM for an OC form! Good luck.