The Martial Unity

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!"

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smile to play 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

actively. Though he could forcibly ignore his pain if need be as he did on the final game winning play, it was probably best he

You're

Three-Star Center Milan Inga, slapped his shoulder without regard for his grimace. He swung back a flask of vodka, his massive fat

promised I'd come. No need to kill me

laughed, hopping in the

undergarments, taking his time. He planned on hopping into the showers last. Although he was pretty certain 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 wasn't as flashy as what those rich boys could bring out, but he was still happy with

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

a sudden plop by his side, Leonel turned from his locker to see his coach

get yourself fired going around like

mockingly toasting the very people he insulted. Leonel almost

how embarrassing. You get like

it to you? You're gone after this time anyway, off to the bright lights of the NAFL.

coach of the best Academy football program on Union Continent. Your salary is enough to retire now and live a

Coach Owen's mustache would blow and he'd have another witty comeback waiting

for choosing

attend the second ranked Academy. 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,

me, thank that dead rat on your lip. If not for how fun it is to poke fun

slapping Leonel's

green vomit your old

pain, Coach Owen walked

it while

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

to find his black bag. Pulling a familiar bottle

worked in a government division that focused on nutrition and enhanced nutritional supplements. The Ascension Empire believed that while their technology advanced rapidly, the human condition lagged behind. So this

six feet tall. But, after drinking this poison everyday, he superseded that by three inches and

Four-Star General. He only went on to work in this unnamed division after

aching ribs dulled down a bit. It would probably take a normal person about two months to heal, but

he could have used the 'Refresh' ability of his watch, he preferred taking a shower as did most people.

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

wincing as he struggled to keep his arms above his

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

right now, dad won't kill me

his backpack over his shoulder. But the moment

moping around for?"