The book rain had passed, but the sky still hung heavy with clouds. The Eternal Era Rising Stars stood on the glimmering turf of the private training tfield, steam rising from the wet surface. Floodlights bathed the place in pale silver, their glow mirrored in the puddles scattered across the synthetic grass.

Jason stood with a whistle around his neck, jacket zipped up to his chin. "Tonight's not about formations," he said, voice firm but quiet. "It's about you. Find the edge between control and chaos, and push past it."

The team spread out, their breaths fogging in the cool air.

Lionel cracked his knuckles. Scarlet stretched, her crimson hair gleaming in the light. Anastasia tied her band tightly around her right arm — her focus sharp as ever.

And then there was Blaze.

He stood slightly apart from the others, head bowed, rain still dripping from his white hair. Ever since his escape from the hunters, since the day his body erupted in light and pain, he hadn't been the same. His Cosmic Telepathy — once quiet, measured — now pulsed violently inside him, every heartbeat echoing with other people's thoughts.

Fear. Doubt. Admiration. Pity.

All of it bled into his mind.

He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, trying to shut out the noise. His other ability, Elemental Speed, was worse — no longer smooth like wind, but jagged, unstable, flaring with raw bursts of kinetic fire each time he moved.

He wasn't sure if he was still human anymore.

"Blaze! Pair with Lionel," Jason called out.

Blaze nodded silently. Lionel jogged over, patting him on the shoulder.

"Still carrying the world on your back, huh?" he teased.

Blaze smirked faintly. "Feels lighter than yesterday."

They started their drills. At first, simple passing the ball gliding through puddles, slicing arcs of water. But each touch Blaze made carried unnatural precision. His telepathy let him feel the ball's path, the air resistance, Lionel's next move before he even acted.

Jason observed quietly, noting how Blaze's form had changed. His posture was balanced, every muscle in sync like a martial artist meditating through motion.

Scarlet nudged Anastasia as they watched from afar. "He's different," she murmured. "It's like he's seeing the field before it happens."

Anastasia nodded. "Cosmic awareness. It's evolving."

"Alright," Jason called, blowing the whistle. "Time for two-man sync drills. Diego, Blaze you're up."

The rest of the team cleared the pitch. Blaze and Diego faced each other under the dim glow of the lamps. Diego's cyan aura flickered around him — stable, confident, the calm to Blaze's storm.

"Ready?" Diego asked.

Blaze nodded. "Let's go."

He exhaled and activated Cosmic Telepathy.

A pulse spread from his mind, invisible but tangible. It touched Diego's aura, merged with it, read it. Blaze saw everything — the shift in Diego's stance, the flicker of his ankle muscles, the intention forming before the movement.

Then came Elemental Speed.

With a soft crack, Blaze disappeared.

A sonic boom erupted where he had stood, the air slicing apart. In less than a heartbeat, he was behind Diego, intercepting the ball mid-pass. He twisted, spun on one leg, and sent a side kick back toward Diego's chest — a controlled strike disguised as a tackle. Diego blocked it with his forearm, his aura flaring to absorb the impact.

The two clashed again and again, martial art and football fused into a dance of impossible velocity. Each strike, each feint left trails of wind. The others stood frozen, jaws slack.

Lionel muttered, "That's not training. That's war."

Scarlet's eyes glowed faintly. "They're rewriting physics…"

Blaze accelerated again — faster, sharper. The world slowed around him. He could hear every drop of rain, feel every heartbeat, predict every trajectory. It was intoxicating.

He didn't notice his telepathic field destabilizing.

A sudden shock tore through him. His speed and telepathic focus collided, the two powers rejecting each other like opposing poles. Blaze gasped as a wave of searing pain burst from his chest.

His aura turned violent — arcs of lightning and flame lashing out in random directions.

"Stop, Blaze!" Jason shouted. "You're forcing the merge too fast!"

But Blaze gritted his teeth. "I can control it!"

He activated the combination again — and the backlash hit harder. He fell to one knee, panting, the world flickering in and out. His vision blurred between reality and something deeper — the cosmic web of energy linking every living thing. His heart thundered in his ears.

Inside his mind, voices screamed — dozens, hundreds — all the stray thoughts within range amplified to unbearable volume.

You're going to burn out.

Stop before you break.

He's losing control!

And then, silence.

For a heartbeat, everything stopped.

Wyd now u

The ground trembled. Blaze's body began to glow from within — first white, then gold, then crimson. Lines of light snaked along his arms like living veins of fire.

Then, in one thunderous pulse, flames erupted from his body — not physical, but spiritual. They danced like ribbons of energy, shifting from gold to red to violet. They didn't scorch the field; instead, they hummed — alive, resonating with his heartbeat.

Jason took a step back, awe and fear mixing in his eyes.

"Impossible… he's creating a third energy field."

Anastasia shielded her face from the brightness. "What's happening to him?!"

"He's transcending," Jason whispered. "His abilities are synchronizing — forming a new core."

Blaze stood in the center of the storm, his hair floating weightlessly, eyes glowing like molten suns. His aura swirled outward in perfect harmony — calm yet terrifying.

The new ability whispered its name into his mind.

Aura Flames — the will of the soul made manifest.

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Jason raised his voice. "Blaze! Listen to me — focus the flames! Anchor them to your movement!"

Blaze nodded faintly, his voice echoing with dual tones. "Understood."

He drew a deep breath and let his instincts take over. His body moved like flowing water — martial arts footwork merging seamlessly with football technique. He spun, leapt, twisted — each motion leaving trails of burning light.

The others watched, mesmerized.

He flicked the ball up with his knee, pivoted mid-air, and delivered a reverse kick that sent the ball screaming toward the goal. The explosion of light that followed shook the entire training dome. When the glow faded, the goal's smart-net shimmered and collapsed.

Scarlet whispered, "He just melted the net."

Lionel chuckled nervously. "Remind me never to block his shots."

But Blaze wasn't done. His aura shifted again, coiling around his leg like a serpent of flame.

He whispered under his breath — "Serpent Fang."

He struck. The ball curved in a spiraling arc, splitting the air with a hiss. The aura serpent twined around it, roaring as it smashed into the far corner of the ruined goal. The flames dispersed in a shower of golden embers.

The team cheered — some in disbelief, others in fear.

"Jörmungandr Rebirth!" Scarlet cried out. "He combined his old move with pure aura energy!"

Jason finally blew his whistle. "That's enough!"

But Blaze didn't hear. His breathing grew ragged, aura flickering wildly between colors. The flames began to consume rather than radiate — searing his skin, burning through his clothes.

He screamed, clutching his chest. "I can't— control— it!"

Anastasia sprinted toward him, aura flaring defensively. "Dante! Stop before it kills you!"

He fell forward — and she caught him. The flames licked at her arms, but she refused to let go. Gradually, his breathing steadied, the light dimming until only faint embers clung to his skin.

Jason knelt beside them, placing a hand on Blaze's shoulder. "That's enough, son. You did it."

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Aftermath

An hour later, the rain returned — gentle, steady. The team gathered in the locker area, the faint smell of ozone still lingering. Blaze sat on the bench, wrapped in a towel, eyes half-closed.

Jason stood before them, his tone calm but proud.

"What we saw tonight was unprecedented. Blaze didn't just combine his powers — he evolved them."

He looked around the room. "Cosmic Telepathy connects him to the game. Elemental Speed lets him outrun reality. But Aura Flames…" He paused, meeting each player's gaze. "That's pure spirit. It feeds on emotion — fear, rage, hope. It can either make him unstoppable or destroy him."

The team was silent.

Lionel finally spoke. "Coach, if he can control that… no one in the Galaxy League can stop us."

Jason smiled faintly. "If he can control it, yes. But until then, it's like giving a sword to a storm."

Blaze opened his eyes, faint traces of flame still dancing in them. "I didn't mean to scare anyone."

Anastasia, seated beside him, shook her head. "You didn't scare us," she said softly. "You inspired us. When the field lit up… it felt like hope again."

Scarlet grinned. "Or a nightmare, depending on which side you're on."

Everyone laughed — even Blaze, quietly.

Jason patted his shoulder. "Rest tonight. Tomorrow, we start the real challenge — control. You'll train separately until you can summon those flames without losing yourself."

Blaze nodded. "Understood, Coach."

As the team filtered out, Anastasia lingered by the doorway.

"You're different now," she said gently. "But don't lose who you were before all this. Power changes people."

He met her gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Maybe. But I'll make sure it changes me for the better."

When she left, Blaze turned to the field beyond the glass wall. Rain drummed softly against it. He could still feel the heat under his skin — the quiet hum of the Aura Flames, alive, waiting.

He closed his eyes, whispering to himself,

"Three abilities… one heart. Let's see where this takes us."

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