The stadium lights burned bright, casting a silver glow across the pitch. The halftime whistle had only just faded, but the Rising Stars' locker room was alive with heavy breathing, sweat, and the rumble of determination.

Jason stood in front of the team board, his sharp eyes scanning his young players. "We lead by a goal, thanks to Blaze," he began, his voice calm but edged with steel. "But this match isn't won yet. Remember—back-to-back losses and we're tumbling down the table. We can't let that happen."

Blaze sat quietly on the bench, his jersey clinging to his damp skin, chest heaving from the furious first half. He'd scored once—an opener with his improvised move—but Jason's words reminded him: one flash of brilliance wouldn't be enough.

"You'll be the spear, Blaze," Jason said, locking eyes with him. "The opposition defenders are reading your body feints. If they smother you, trust your teammates. Scarlet, Aya—be ready to break wide when Blaze pulls defenders in. Lionel, Anastasia, hold the backline firm. Grim—organize them."

Grim, the captain, cracked his knuckles. "We'll shut them down."

The whistle shrieked, summoning them back. Blaze rose, fire burning in his chest. His Titan name—Blaze—was more than just a title. It was a vow.

The Eternal Era Rising Stars marched back onto the field, greeted by cheers and jeers from the crowd. Across the pitch, their opponents—Black Meteors—looked sharper, hungrier. Their captain, a hulking midfielder with the Titan name The Hulk, glared at Blaze with clenched fists.

The ball rolled. The Breakers attacked first, their auras flaring like battle armor. One striker cloaked himself in lightning, zipping down the left, only to be met by Lionel—Stronghold. Lionel's Titan ability pulsed, his aura forming a stone wall that stopped the attack cold.

"Not past me," Lionel growled, clearing the ball.

Blaze chased it, the crowd roaring as he accelerated with Elemental Speed. But two defenders closed in—one spinning into a low capoeira-style kick, the other lunging high with a taekwondo strike. Blaze bent his body like a serpent, pivoting on his heel, dodging both.

He felt the rhythm of martial combat and football fuse in him. Each feint, each sidestep was a kata. Each burst of speed, an elemental strike.

The ball stuck to his feet like a magnet. He dropped his shoulder, weaving in a drunken fist style, making his movements unpredictable. The first defender stumbled, his aura flickering.

Blaze spun, channeling Cosmic Telepathy. For a split second, he read the intent of the second defender's tackle before it came. He flicked the ball up, twisted in the air with a crane-kick motion, and volleyed it past both.

The crowd gasped. He surged forward, one-on-one with the keeper. The keeper's aura burned blue, ready to smother the shot.

Blaze smirked. "Too slow."

He drove his knee up as if striking in Muay Thai, then snapped his foot down—masking the shot's angle until the last moment. The ball screamed past the keeper, burying itself in the net.

"GOOOOAAALLL!" The announcer's voice cracked.

The Rising Stars mobbed him, Scarlet thumping his back. "That's two, Blaze!" she laughed, her red hair sticking to her forehead.

Blaze only clenched his fist, eyes still burning. "Not done yet."

The Black Meteors came harder now, anger twisting their faces. Their martial-arts tackles grew brutal, their Titan auras slamming into every Rising Star who dared hold the ball.

For five tense minutes, the Stars were pinned. Grim barked orders, Anastasia swept the right flank with flawless slide intercepts, but still the pressure built.

Then came the moment. Aya darted into midfield, stole possession, and offloaded to Blaze. Two defenders crashed toward him instantly.

He felt it—the clamp, the trap. Jason's halftime words echoed. Trust your teammates.

Blaze dropped his stance low, rolling the ball under his feet. He baited them closer, then with a sudden burst of Elemental Speed, he split them. But instead of shooting, he flicked a backheel pass—smooth, precise—straight into Scarlet's run.

Scarlet's Titan aura, a fiery crimson blaze, ignited as she leapt into the air, twisting in a martial spin. She hammered the ball with a flaming kick into the roof of the net.

The stadium erupted. Scarlet landed, grinning wide. "About time you shared!"

Blaze smirked. "I knew you'd finish it."

Time ticked down. The Stars led 3–1, but the Black Meteors weren't finished. They struck back with a vicious counter, cutting the lead to 3–2. Anxiety swept the Rising Stars' bench.

Jason clenched his jaw. "Blaze… finish this."

The ball came to him again. Midfield. Seventy yards from goal. The Breakers' captain Iron Vortex marked him, his aura spinning violently.

Blaze inhaled. His father's move—Serpent Fang. His own—Jörmungandr. He'd failed to fuse them before. But now… he could feel the flow.

"Come on, Blaze!" Lionel shouted from the back.

Blaze launched forward. He used serpent-like dribbles, his body weaving unnaturally low, the ball slithering with him. Iron Vortex lunged, but Blaze spun, his aura blazing gold.

He unleashed the hybrid: Jörmungandr Serpent Fang. He coiled his body in mid-sprint, storing power like a dragon, then snapped violently, striking the ball with a whip-like scissor kick.

The shot bent like an impossible curve, arcing wide then snapping inward at the last heartbeat. The keeper stretched, fingertips grazing empty air.

The net rippled.

The stadium shook.

"BLAZEEE!" the fans roared.

Jason stood from the sideline, eyes widening. "He did it… he fused it."

Blaze slid on his knees, arms outstretched, teammates piling onto him. The fire in his chest felt endless.

The Final Whistle

The last minutes were chaos. The Breakers, desperate, threw everything forward. Grim commanded the defense like a war general, Anastasia clearing a dangerous cross with a graceful overhead kick. Lionel crushed their striker with a clean but brutal block.

When the final whistle blew, the scoreboard read:

Eternal Era Rising Stars 4 – 2 Black Meteors

The Rising Stars had finally claimed victory.

The players embraced, relief flooding through them. Scarlet hugged Blaze, laughing breathlessly. "You're insane, you know that? That last goal—unreal."

Aya jogged up, bumping his shoulder. "Keep this up, and you'll drag us into the top 10 alone."

But Blaze barely heard them. He stood at the center of the pitch, chest heaving, eyes burning. The crowd chanted his name, "BLAZE! BLAZE! BLAZE!"

He clenched his fist, raised it high, and roared so loud it drowned the stadium:

"I WILL BE THE BEST STRIKER IN THE WORLD!"

His voice carried across the field, into the stands, and into every watching heart. Jason smiled faintly from the sideline, pride mixing with calculation. Anastasia, arms crossed, watched him with a small, approving smirk.

For Blaze, this wasn't just a win. This was the beginning.

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