James grabbed his helmet with both hands, dropping to his knees in despair. At a time like this, Leonel could only sigh.

However, under the silence of the arena, a resounding boom of two clashing bodies sounded.

Leonel grimaced, feeling his already fractured ribs break cleanly as his vision was filled with sights of the moon above.

It was then a loud whistle blew through the silence.

"Unnecessary roughness, roughing the passer, number 21. Half the distance to the goal, still first down."

Leonel landed heavily on the ground, grasping at his chest with his eyes squinting in pain.

The rookie stood over him in shock. At first, he had let his frustration get the best of him. He had never for a moment thought that James would drop such an easy layup of a pass, so he unleashed everything he had on Leonel, knowing they would lose the game. Never did he think that his actions would give the Royal Blues another chance with zero seconds on the clock.

The medics rushed onto the field. Despite the Royal Blues gaining new life, the stadium still remained silent. The sight of Leonel writhing in pain made many send furious gazes toward the rookie and James.

"Bennett, get the hell off the field! Rook, you're in."

Coach Owen coldly benched his Five-Star prospect. He didn't know what was wrong with James today, but he was clearly in his own head too much. It was impossible to use him for this final play.

The medics quickly lifted Leonel's jersey, undoing the bandage wraps from the first half to reveal ghastly purple and green bruises. It was simply impossible for a bruise to spread so quickly. The only explanation was that Leonel had suffered this injury very early on in the game.

"Don't." Leonel grabbed the hand of the middle-aged male medic who tried to take his pads off. "There's just one play left, I got it."

Coach Owen who had rushed onto the field frowned deeply, his arms crossed over his well-built chest and his mustache billowing.

The team stood around Leonel's slowly rising figure, solemn expressions on their faces. They knew that everyone made mistakes, but at the moment, they were having a really hard time forgiving James.

"What are you all pouting for? An injury timeout doesn't last forever, let's do this. Line up!"

Seeing Leonel's resolute attitude, the medics and Coach Owen had no choice but to jog off the field under the silence of the crowd. In those moments, the heavy breathing of the players who stood on their last legs was all that remained hanging in the air.

Leonel's fiery gaze lit a fire under them all, filling them with a strength they didn't know they had.

On the sidelines, Conrad looked on with a gloomy expression. Victory had been in his grasp, yet it slipped away, just like that.

Leonel slapped his hands together, standing behind his offensive line as though he wasn't injured at all.

"Blue 80. BLUE 80. Down set, HUT!"

**

of celebration surrounded him, causing a light smile to play his handsome features. Who knew how they did it,

could forcibly ignore his pain if need be as he did on the final game winning play, it was probably best he didn't move

and groaning, cap. You're not getting

shoulder without regard for his grimace. He swung back a flask of vodka, his massive fat covered body

I already promised I'd come. No

guys laughed, hopping in the

wouldn't come, he still had to put his best foot forward just in

have one of the medics re-bandage this for me.' Leonel thought to

a sudden plop by his side, Leonel turned from his locker to see his coach half dozing off, a strong scent of alcohol leaking from

"Coach, you're gonna get

flask up as though mockingly toasting the

You get like

this time anyway, off to the bright lights

Academy football program on Union Continent. Your salary is enough to retire now and live a life of luxury until you finish putting that other foot in the

Coach Owen's mustache would blow and he'd have another witty comeback waiting for Leonel. But this time,

for choosing Royal

But, he chose Royal Blue because he liked Coach Owen's straight forward personality. As for the first ranked Academy, they didn't have a football program, seeing the

dead rat on your lip. If not for how fun it is

Leonel's back even harder

that green vomit your old

pain, Coach Owen

Enjoy it while you

with ice to hear Coach Owen's last words. But, they were never intended for him to hear to begin

pangs slowly faded, Leonel dug through his locker to find his black bag. Pulling a familiar bottle of

enhanced nutritional supplements. The Ascension Empire believed that while their technology advanced rapidly, the human condition lagged behind. So this unnamed division worked toward maximizing human potential with

creations. According to his Gene Assessment, he was slotted in to grow to six feet tall. But, after drinking this poison everyday, he superseded that by three inches and might very well gain another inch or two by the time he reached

only went on to work in this unnamed division after he retired from military service. Then he

very least, his aching ribs dulled down a

by and Leonel was finally the only one remaining. Though he could have used the 'Refresh' ability of his watch, he preferred taking a shower as did most people. There was just

with a towel around his waist and one hanging loosely over

through his hair, wincing as he struggled to keep his

deep blue jeans, a

now, dad won't kill

shoulder. But the

moping around for?" Leonel

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