BLUE LOCK: UNDYING FLAME

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Am I going to loose'? He asked himself, an image of two older people resembling him appeared. They looked down at the boy, disappointment was seen in their eyes.

He slowly looked back up, his expression morphing into scowl. 'NoO....NooO...NOOOO!!!! I Cannot Loose To Trash, Never!' NEVER!!! He thought, his mind livid at the thought of such a thing happening. His eyes started to take on a crazed look

The ref blew for the restart, Leonardo would never loose, never.

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A mansion stood, it's height and width enormous. Inside said mansion, in one of the many many rooms, stood a boy; his body rigid. His black hair was nearly combed to the side, not a strand of hair out of place, and his crisp white shirt and tailored trousers fit him perfectly, reflecting the standards of the house he occupied. His gaze remained fixed on the floor, his hands clasped behind his back- a sign or respect, or fear.

Before him, his parents stood like judges in a court of law, with him being the accused. His father, tall and imposing, wore a finely tailored suit, his sharp features locked in a small frowm. His mother, elegant and beautiful, her long black hair flowed down her back, her hands crossed in front of her, her mouth drawn in a thin line, her disappointment evident. Both pair of eyes bored down on the boy, their disappointment palpable, filling the air between them.

The silence was finally broken as his father spoke out. "Leonardo, what is this?" He asked the boy, his gaze fixed on the sheet of paper in his hand.

Leonardo gulped invontarily, his gaze still fixed on the floor. "M-my test scores father." He stuttered out.

His father's frown increased, his eyes narrowing. "And why am I not seeing all A's as your passing grade."

Leonardo gulped again, he clenched his left hand from shaking. Sweat trickled down his face, as he tried to form and answer, but the answer never came.

His father shook his head, dropping the test on the floor, the paper fluttering into the boys view. 8 A's, but the one B, stood out boldly like a nail.

"Once again you disappoint us. The least we expect from you is all A's and you can't even do that. How we share the same blood apals me." He concluded.

Leonardo's teeth gritted, he bit his lip In frustration.

His mother spoke up next, "To your room now Leonardo, you're reading time will be increased by two hours now. Now go." She shooed him off.

Leonardo nodded his head. He turned and walked out, as he closed the door, he heard his parents speak once more. "To think that will be my heir one day disgusts me." His father's voice spoke out.

"Relax dear, at least Luca exhibits your qualities. He's a much better heir." His mother said.

"That is true, that trash could never be my blood." His father snarled.

Leonardo just stood frozen in his spot, his teeth gritted, his brows furrowed. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes. He turned away, not bothering to listen again.

He walked lifelessly to his room, his feet dragging on the floor.

He passed by a room, a younger boy with similar features to him, stared at him. This was his younger brother, Luca Moretti.

Seconds, mintues ticked by. Luca looked plainly at Leonardo, Leonardo's teeth gritted as he remembered the words of his parents. Luca's mouth opened slightly to speak, but Leonardo was already leaving. Luca looked down, his emotions unknown.

Leonardo finally reached his room. He opened the door and entered in, not really bothering to close it.

As he sat on his chair, his eyes met the messy pile of books on his table. Anger flashed through his eyes, his hands moved as he threw them on the floor, but then he heard a sound. One of the books had hit the remote, switching his TV on. He got up, picking up the remote to switch it off, but just as he was about to, a shout sounded. Looking up, his eyes lightened up as he's gaze felt fixated, it was a football match.

Leonardo felt frozen, he couldn't peel his eyes away from it, he didn't know why. He watched as the team played, the star player just dribbling through and scoring a wonder goal. Leonardo didn't know when, two hours, three hours, four hours had passed, he didn't know and frankly didn't care. His gaze was fixed on it, a thought rang through his head. 'Maybe with this, my parents will be proud of me. Maybe...' the thought echoed through his head, an opportunity, an opportunity to prove himself to his parents. He imagined the proud looks and approving gazes of his parents as they looked at him.

He looked outside, realizing that it was dark. His eyes widened as he quickly switched off the TV, he looked behind him, expecting to see his parents disappointed looks, but sighed in relief when they was no one there. But froze as a male voice spoke out. "Young master, why is your door open."

Leonardo quickly yanked the older man inside, though the man could've easily resisted, he allowed himself to be pulled inside.

Leonardo looked at the man, "How long have you been standing there."

The man adjusted his clothes, "Long enough to see that you were fixated on the television, young master." He spoke.

Leonardo had a panicked look on his face, "Please don't tell my parents, I'm begging you." He pleased with the man, if he's parents found out he were watching TV instead of reading, he didn't even want to imagine it.

The elderly man looked at him, truth be told, he should've told the boys parents of this. But seeing the joy in the boys face as he was watching football, made him reject not telling. William has been serving House Moretti for as long as he remembers, and not once has they been a look of joy from the boy and seeing it, how would he take it away from him.

"My lips are sealed young master." He answered, doing a gesture of sealed lips to make his point known.

Leonardo breathed a sigh of relief, before focusing back on the books. His body felt gittery, he wanted to play football, but he'll be patient. A determined look crossed his face, 'I'll make them proud, with football I'll do it.' he thought. William seeing this had a small smile on his face, though not knowing the promise, made a vow to assist him no matter what. If he was not mistaken, the younger staff had a pair of boots with a football.

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Leonardo took the ball, driving forward. His teeth gritted, his eyes bloodshot and filled with anger, and it was more so when the figure of Neron appeared in front of him.

Leonardo's face scrunched in anger, "Again you show up, just move out of the way. Trash will never beat me!!!" He shouted out, his body moved forward, his movements more forceful and jaggard, like a cornered animal lashing out.

"I won't do that. I made a promise to win today and that's what I'll do, because I always keep my promises." Neron said, a grin on his face.

Multiple veins showed on Leonardo's face, his teeth gritted even more that they looked like they would break by the force. "Trash should just move!!!" He bellowed out. Using his body, he bypassed Neron, moving further in.

Takeshi, Shinji, Hayato, and Kaito we're ahead of him.

Leonardo just snarled as he bounded forward. Stepping over the ball with his left, he bursted forward to the right, bypassing Shinji easily. After that, he took an additional touch to the right, before poking the ball through Takeshi's legs. Then he pushed the ball forward, the dashed after it, his hands behind him as he held back Hayato and Kaito back, bursting forward he neared goal.

Daichi met his onslaught, his gaze ready and anticipating any moves.

Leonardo glared at Daichi, if looks could kill, he would dead ten times over.

Leonardo pushed the ball to the left and dashed after it, Daichi quickly turned to reach the ball, but Leonardo simply barged him off.

The goal was in sight, Leonardo winded back his right foot, his gaze on the goalie, who gulped in fear as he readied himself to try to block. His leg blurred as the ball shot out like a rocket.

The ball flew, the goalie tried desperately to save it, but the ball flew past him. It seemed SEIRAN would loose this game, but a twist would ensue as the figure of Takeshi appeared. His determined eyes shining through his long hair, as he blocked the shot.

The ball flew in the air. Daichi readied himself to head it away, but his eyes widened as the figure of Daiki appeared. "I'll say you are one of the best defenders I've faced, but no one has infinite stamina. Your legs must be feeling strain from all that jumping." He analyzed, trapping the ball.

Daichi gritted his teeth at that, as he tried to take the ball, but Daiki simply used his body to shield the ball as he poised himself to shoot the ball. "A commendable battle, but the victory is ours." He said, as he fired off a shot.

The ball sailed through the air, Takeshi had already blocked the previous shot and was too far to block the second one as it was heading to the opposite corner. It seemed the victory was at hand, but would our Main character allow that, obviously not.

The figure of Neron appeared, blocking the shot. Daiki's eyes widened, not expecting that.

The determined look of Neron shone through, "We're not loosing today." He headed the ball out, and with the momentum of the ball, it sailed to Baro.

Sophia sensing an opportunity, stood up, cupping her mouth. "ALL OUT ATTACK!!!" She shouted the instruction.

Baro chested the ball, holding back his defender, before taking a sharp turn and bursting forward. Seiran running with him as well.

Baro sent a pass to right flank, Daiki runned to intercept the ball, sliding as he reached it. But the blue haired speedster was not having it today, as he touched the ball over the tackle, bursting forward with the ball.

Hayato looked up into the box, Baro, Daichi and Neron in the box. His gaze fixed on the target, as he whipped a beautiful cross, the ball curved away from the outstretched hands of the goalie.

It sailed over Daichi and Baro to the approaching Neron.

Neron's eyes trailed the ball, as he readied himself for the shot. But this was far from over, as Leonardo appeared, having run from the other end of the pitch.

"I won't let you score, never, never I won't LOSE TO TRASH!!!" snarled Leonardo, as he bumped into Neron to offset him away from the goal.

Neron gritted his teeth, his body moving on his own as he jumped off his left foot. His body was almost parallel to the floor at this point. He winded his right foot, his gaze locked with the ball. "And I won't LOSE!!!" Neron bellowed, as his right leg shot out, impacting the ball.

Time seemed to go to a crawl, as the ball flew through the air. Everyone's eyes fixed on the ball. The ball flew, curving a beautiful arc in the air, sailing right into the far top right corner, hitting the post. An unstoppable shot.

The ref blew the whistle, the game coming to an end. The score 4-3, SEIRAN High, your winner.

Neron hit the ground, rolling on the floor. But the boy soon found himself in his feet, sprinting forward past his teammates trying to grab him, a celebration from his idol coming into mind as he slid on the floor, hands outstretched to the sky and a wide grin on his face, his teammates shout and jubilation in the background.

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Hands down, hands down my best written Chapter. Damn, guys is it only me, or was that hype🤩🤩🤩. Seiran high are your winners, in the dazzling and high scoring game. If course give me your thoughts and feelings of this chapter, I'll read them all.

How was Leonardo's backstory, too soppy or okay. Thoughts please.

Also, Send me those power stones people.

God bless🙏