It was finally match day and everyone spirit was up, the Titans have never been in the final in their 100 years history, they struggle to keep up with the top teams but suddenly they are now the talks of the galaxy and Blaze, Dante Anderson was the reason.

He had accomplished a lot in a short time and had overcome a lot and still had a target on his back, a lot raced through his mind as he prepared for the finals, he had lost his mom, collapsed twice and gain a new ability, he was the only person to own three abilities, he was basically the talk of the galaxy, the boy that was brought back to life, back to a world he knew nothing about and somehow made a lot, his salary was now a top player salary and he was considered one of the best striker just like his father.

Then Aya, the midfielder that has given everything for the game, she has trained over and over to be able to keep up, she wasn't special like the rest of the team but she was hardworking, she spent more time in the training more than anyone, practice martial arts more than anyone else, she always gave her all and it has finally pay up, she was in the final of the galactic cup, it was a moment she had dream about, now it was a reality. She would make nothing stop them and give her all to make sure team success, it was something the team and her deserved, she believed in her teammates, in Diego, in blaze, in Ann, they would conquer the galaxy together.

Anastasia couldn't sleep much, her hardwork and talent had finally paid off, everyone in the team would give their all and things would work out.

Jason called the team together, We are at the finals guys, regardless of whatever happens, I believe in you guys, we will match their speed, tactics and everything they got. We will show them why we are called Titans.

Blaze, I want you to show the world why you decide to be our No.9, I believe you all.

Give them hell.

The atmosphere in the massive stadium reverberated with the deafening roars of over three hundred thousand fans. Their contagious enthusiasm illuminated the evening, flags of their respective teams waving fervently in the air.

The Rift Striker were know to be ruthless, they had beaten all their opponents with at least 2 goals in each match and they felt Titans wouldn't be any different, there Coach had spell it out for them, Press from the start to the end, give the Titans no room for control or to think.

The Rift Striker lined up on the opposite side of the pitch. Their captain, Damon Cold, stood tall, his platinum-blond hair pulled back in a warrior's knot. His gaze swept across the stadium with quiet arrogance, the kind born from years of command. The rest of the Strikers mirrored him: lean, sharp, like weapons honed too many times, They were called Rift Striker cause everyone was originally a foward, imagine a team where anyone could score, scary Lionel thought but he wasn't ready to just give up.

Jason stood at the whiteboard, arms folded, staring at the formation he'd scribbled half a dozen times already. His jaw was tight, eyes flicking from the magnets on the board to the faces of his players.

Lionel, Grim, Anastasia, Scarlet, Aya, Kenji, Diego, Blaze, Mikhail, Ryuji, Zara, all accounted for. The backbone of Team A.

The whistle blew, and the pitch lit up under floodlights. The Rift Strikes stormed forward immediately, their kits a dark teal trimmed with jagged silver. They weren't polished, but they were fast and hungry, pressing hard in the opening minutes.

Dante stayed forward as instructed, watching intently. His blood buzzed with the rhythm of the game, every muscle urging him to be out there, but Jason's order held: Wait.

On the field, Aya danced around two defenders, her long strides slicing across midfield. She fed the ball to Scarlet, who executed a dazzling capoeira spin, flicking the ball past her marker. The crowd roared.

But when Scarlet went for the final strike, the ball curled just wide.

"Too flashy," Jason muttered under his breath.

Moments later, Anastasia surged down the right flank, her Autumn Leaf aura scattering two pressing opponents like gusts of wind. She whipped in a sharp cross. Blaze rose, his Thunderclaw Dash propelling him above the defenders, but his header rattled the crossbar.

The fans groaned in unison.

Dante clenched his fists. The openings were there. What they lacked was the finishing bite.

Rift Striker capitalized on the frustration. Their captain, a wiry striker with jagged hair, countered with ruthless pace. He dribbled past Aya, forcing Lionel to step in.

The crowd gasped as the striker unleashed a power shot, only for Lionel to smother it with his chest, grounding the ball like it had slammed into a wall of stone.

"Stronghold! Stronghold!" the stadium chanted.

Lionel cleared calmly to Zara, who reset the rhythm.

Jason's Dilemma

By the 25th minute, Eternal Era dominated possession but still hadn't scored. Jason paced the technical area, his sharp eyes scanning every movement. Aya was controlling tempo beautifully, Scarlet was relentless, Anastasia was flawless on the wing, but… no goal.

Fans began to murmur.

"Why isn't Blaze playing More ?

Jason's jaw tightened. He heard every shout. He ignored them for now.

Dante breathed slowly, eyes fixed on the ball. His Titan Name whispered in his head Blaze. A name that demanded fire, demanded risk, demanded he stop hiding.

But he also remembered his mother's words: Don't lose yourself. He couldn't just run wild.

Jason finally stopped pacing when Aya slipped a through-ball into space. Scarlet broke the line, sprinting past the last defender. She struck clean this time.

The ball slammed into the net.

"GOAL!"

The dome erupted in cheers, flags waving, drums pounding. Eternal Era 1, Rift Striker 0.

Scarlet blew a kiss to the crowd, arms spread wide. Aya jogged over to bump fists with her, a rare smile breaking her calm face.

Jason exhaled slowly, relief tugging at his shoulders. At least the drought was broken.

Pressure Mounts

But as the half wore on, the cracks showed again. Scarlet's energy dipped after her goal, Kenji misfired two more chances, and Aya's Moonblade shot was parried by the Rift keeper in spectacular fashion.

The Breakers, emboldened, pushed back harder. Their midfielders snapped into tackles, their keeper barked orders like a general, and their captain lingered at the halfway line, eyes sharp, waiting for his chance.

At the 40th minute, he nearly had it.

A misstep from Diego allowed a counter. The striker tore forward, Void Dash igniting under his boots. Only Grim's presence slowed him an eerie distortion of time forcing the striker's legs to feel heavy. Lionel swept in and reclaimed possession before disaster struck.

Still, the warning was clear.

Jason folded his arms, staring at his pitch. His eyes landed on Dante.

Not yet, he told himself. Let the kid wait. Let the team prove they can finish this first half strong.

But deep inside, he knew what was coming. The fans wouldn't stay patient forever.

Halftime Whistle

The referee blew, sending both teams jogging into the tunnel. The scoreline read: Eternal Era 1 – Rift Striker 0.

Scarlet strutted in with confidence, Aya silent at her side. Lionel walked calm as always, Ryuji muttered something to himself, and Grim looked as though he hadn't even broken a sweat.

Jason lingered by the doorway, eyes sweeping his squad.

"One goal isn't enough," he said finally, voice low but sharp. "Not for a team aiming for the Galactic cup. You think the galaxy cares about flashy tricks and chants? They care about results. And right now, you're barely scraping by."

The room fell silent. Even Scarlet bit her tongue.

Jason's gaze flicked again, inevitably, to Dante. The boy sat on the edge of the bench, hoodie down now, red lightning faint in his eyes.

The coach's lips pressed into a thin line.

The second half loomed. And Jason knew the moment of decision was coming.

In case you haven't noticed the Rift Striker hasn't played much, they are studying us and just playing on the defend, so we will push harder, let's try for a two goals lead in the second half, Blaze, I want to continue keeping their defense busy while someone else tries scoring, today we will be relying on our midfield not our strikers, they will come harder than usual on their second half, let not forget, this is a team filled with stikers and they have won every single match, they won't think twice before pushing for a counter, so Lionel, he ready, I hoped the first half would be tougher but somehow things just seem to be working in our favour, let's not get complacent here guys. Let's go our and give our all in the second half.

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