The Martial Unity
Chapter 4
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!"
**
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 talks
ignore his pain if need be as he did on
You're not getting out of
slapped his shoulder without regard for his grimace. He swung back a flask of vodka, his massive fat covered body somehow appearing ripped of muscle
I'd come. No need to kill me
in the showers one
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
one of the medics re-bandage this for
plop by his side, Leonel turned from his locker to see his coach half dozing off, a strong scent of alcohol
laughed. "Coach, you're gonna get yourself fired going around
those preppy pricks." Coach Owen tipped his flask up as though mockingly toasting
embarrassing. You get like this every
off to the bright lights of the NAFL. This old man
on Union Continent. Your salary
another witty comeback waiting for Leonel. But this time, his response was completely
Thanks for choosing
stunned silent for a moment. He very well could have chosen Angel Wing, allowing him to attend the second ranked Academy. But, he chose Royal Blue
your lip. If not for how fun it is to poke fun at
Owen laughed uproariously, slapping Leonel's
that green vomit your
grimace of pain, Coach
Enjoy it while
ice to hear Coach Owen's
locker to
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 unnamed division
his father's 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
Four-Star General. He only went on to work in this unnamed division
his aching ribs dulled down a bit. It
ability of his watch, he preferred taking a shower as did most people. There
he scrubbed every inch of his body before walking out with a towel around his waist and one hanging loosely over his head. Slightly obscured with a pattern of green, purple and brown bruises, his torso rippled beneath the heated
wincing as he struggled to keep
pair of deep blue jeans, a skin-tight white turtle-neck sweater, and draped over
right now, dad won't kill me too much if
slung his backpack over his shoulder. But the moment
are you moping around for?" Leonel smiled toward
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