The Martial Unity

Chapter 3

[Don't worry for those who don't understand most of what happens in this chapter. I know American Football isn't exactly an international sport. Rest easy, this is the only chapter the sport will have relevance in :) ]

"Good evening gentleman, I hope we can have a good game today. Everyone knows the stakes, so play free and play safe. Stay within the rules as we don't have to have a problem."

The crowd was deafening. The thumping of feet, the boisterous chants, the heated anticipation boiled in the air, shaking the very stadium they stood within.

The Royal Blue Academy's Royal Stadium sat within a massive glass structure formed of curved triangular panels. It danced with the setting sun beautifully, capturing dark reds and oranges that played across its reflective surfaces.

The green, white-striped football fields were completely empty with the exception of 11 men who stood on the 50-yard line facing one another. Clicking and flashing cameras sounded, trying to capture every moment.

Leonel stood proudly, two of his teammates to either of his sides. He calmly smiled at the arrogant sneers of his long time opponents from Angel Wing Academy, his helmet tucked under his arm.

His football pads and jersey fit on like a knight's armor, glistening a beautiful deep blue. The only exception was the number on his chest which stood out as a bright white. The number 3.

"Here is the coin we will be flipping today." The Head Referee continued to speak, stretching out a beautifully designed coin that was about half the width of his palm. "On one side we have a football decorated with the flag of the fallen American Empire. This will be tails.

"On this side we have the Paradise Palace. It will be heads.

"This coin was designed by a Four-Star Metal Worker. It was given the name 'Uniting'. It represents our Ascension Empire's ability to ingratiate all of its past conquests, leaving a place for all."

The Head Referee allowed the ten players to see both sides.

"Are you prepared to lose?"

A gaze filled with confidence bore down on Leonel. The culprit was a young man with long flowing blond hair. His white jersey was almost blinding under the lights, making one have to squint just to maintain eye contact.

This young man was a Four-Star Quarterback prospect, Conrad Siegfried.

"The result will be just the same as it's always been." Leonel replied faintly.

"You know the drill. Royal Blue, you're the home team. Call it in the air."

The Head Referee tossed the coin into the air.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl. The piercing gazes of two young men met across space, a spinning coin falling slowly between them.

"Tails."

The coin landed with a soft thud on the grass below.

"The result is Tails. Royal Blue, would you like to receive or kick?"

Leonel grinned as though the answer was obvious.

"We receive."

"Angel Wing, pick the direction you'd like to kickoff from."

Conrad casually pointed. He hadn't let Leonel's comments bother him. If it wasn't for Leonel's birth, it would be him who would be the best of this generation. Others would let this fact crush them, but it filled Conrad with a burning desire to win by any means.

Leonel turned, heading back to the sidelines. He grabbed his helmet's face mask, sliding it onto his head like a knight's helm.

In that moment, his aura completely changed. A violent pressure suffocated the Royal Blue sidelines as almost a hundred pairs of gazes landed on Leonel's dark, tinted visor.

Soon, the entire stadium fell into an eerie quiet as Leonel met each one of their gazes head on.

"Respect the game. Persist to the end." Was all Leonel said.

"Respect the game. Persist to the end."

The crowd joined

rush of emotion filled the air, a wild cheering shaking

"Let's go."

year and the fourth National Championship appearance for Five-Star Quarterback Leonel Morales and his Royal Blues. Will it

remind you. This is THE greatest quarterback prospect to ever be

doing, Rick. You're just hoping your Los Angeles Sewer Rats trade up to pick him in the 2198 draft. Well

duo was in

it is! The kickoff of the 119th National

light jog up before unleashing a booming kick that soared through the air, landing out of the back of the end zone

the game had

go, the first

Morales have full reign now. Immediately entering a five wide set, not even using a running

all the

checking the defense. He could see the vicious gazes of the Angel Wing defensive line. Their middle linebackers gaze locked onto Leonel's. He

James' as though in tacit

80. BLUE

hands, his leg slowly raising and setting into position as he

had hardly planted before he cocked his arm back and released a

[A corner blitz!]

he actually threw

the ball?! That could have been

[Hey…!]

loud blowing of

Number 21. 15-yard

knocked out of him. Having opened up his chest to throw the ball, he had been completely blindsided by the blitzing corner. Of course, he had known it was coming, but he couldn't throw and

pretty boy." Number 21 grinned down at Leonel just as

conduct. Number 21.

corner raised his hands in mock defeat,

"You good, cap?"

offensive lineman

Leonel said with

The team huddled in.

no reason." James' gaze was filled with

hit his shoulder pads. "Head up. Didn't we

play games, let's play games. The play goes — Trips right, red

huddle broke, leaving Leonel to jog to

the defense. But this time, his head turned to

so he must have been a freshman. Considering his cockiness, he was most definitely at

done it

21. BLUE 21. Down set.

The whistle blew.

Number 21. Five-yard

rookie now. You think the little guy thought Leonel would just try to force the ball toward

rusher. What is Angel Wing thinking

Morales is in

less than a masterclass in timing, accuracy and precision. In just 12 plays and 7:36 minutes, the Royal Blues found the end

star tight end having two dropped passes, Morales finds pay dirt, stacking one touchdown to

Four-Star recruits than they did. Aside from the dynamic duo, Royal Blue was mostly constructed of Three-Star prospects. After all,

the team from the depths of despair time and

a bullet over the

carrying the load of the offense, but he's taken a lot of hits this game. You

really be Leonel Morales if he pulled himself

the fourth quarter came around, a score of 35-31 in favor

hell are you doing out there, Bennett?!" Coach Owen grabbed James' chest pads, fury billowing through his thick mustache. "You choose the biggest game of

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