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!"

**

his handsome features. Who knew how they did it, but the guys managed to get their hands on a few dozen champaign bottles. Their wrist watches were probably beeping away with

need be as he did on the final game winning play, it was probably best he didn't move too actively, lest his ribs puncture

You're not getting out of

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

already promised I'd come.

laughed, hopping in the showers one

that Aina wouldn't come, he still had to put his best foot forward just in case. Luckily, he had already prepared a decent outfit. It

the medics re-bandage this for me.' Leonel

turned from his locker to see his coach half dozing off, a strong scent of alcohol leaking from

laughed. "Coach, you're gonna get yourself fired going

up as though mockingly toasting the very people

you, how embarrassing. You get like this every

bright lights

couldn't hold back his laugh. "You're the coach of the best Academy football program on Union Continent. Your salary is enough to retire now and live a life of luxury until you

Owen's mustache would blow and he'd have another witty comeback waiting for Leonel.

choosing

second ranked Academy. But, he chose Royal Blue because he liked

Leonel smiled lightly. "Don't thank me, thank that dead rat on your lip. If

slapping Leonel's back even harder than

vomit your

grimace of pain, Coach Owen

it while you

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

through his locker to

Ascension Empire believed that while their technology advanced rapidly, the human condition lagged behind. So this unnamed

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

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

familiar scorching pain seared Leonel's chest. But, at the very least, his aching ribs dulled down a bit. It would probably take a normal person about two months to heal, but Leonel would only need about three

remaining. Though he could have used the 'Refresh' ability of his watch, he preferred taking a shower as did most people. There was just something about

out with a towel around his waist and one hanging loosely over his

wincing as he struggled to keep his arms above

a pair of deep blue jeans, a skin-tight white turtle-neck sweater, and draped over a long

only 8 pm right now, dad won't kill me too

backpack over his shoulder. But

moping around for?" Leonel smiled toward

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