At ho, he gets his nike trainers, making his way to the bernabeu. The wind picked up, carrying the sharp tang of oil and the faint sweetness of decay from a nearby dumpster. The warehouse district seed to hold its breath, its shadows deepening as the streetlamp flickered again, threatening to plunge the alley into darkness. The air was cool, but it clung to the skin, heavy with the promise of rain. Every creak of the old buildings, every distant clatter, seed to underscore the tension between the two n, as if the city itself were watching, waiting for the spark that would ignite the powder keg of their past.
On his way to the bearnabeu, he was a billboard displaying Matts stats. ⚔️ Maat (forrly Jack) – Season Stats:
? Stat ? Season Total
?? Na Matt "The Fallen Phoenix" (forrly Jack)
⚽ Matches Played 32
? Goals Scored 29 goals
? Assists 17
? Key Passes per Ga 2.8
? Hat-tricks 4
?️ Speed Peak 35.5 km/h
? Nickna "The Phoenix of Catalunya"
? Team Achievent Top 4 finish in La Liga (Barcelona)
? Notable Evolution Changed jersey number from 10 to 91 (symbolizing rebirth from ashes)
In one of his matches against Caos, he barely made it to score one goal.
Caos runs quickly to the Bernabeu, racing his heart to death, in his casual green clothes.
In the Bernabeu, he wonders why no one is still training till he gets that ca a day in advance.
He spends the entire day training, breaking bound by bound, with extre determination in his heart.
On his way ho, he gets a call from Emily.
“Hey, Caos. Sup? Guess you are alright. Just to tell you that Jack is ready to defeat you.” Says Emily, smirking behind the phone.
“Oh, it is you. I thought you would be doing sothing productive. What a waste of ti.” Says Caos feeling deserted in awe.
“HOW DARE Y...” says Emily before being hung up by Caos, making her scream.
Approaching his porch, he can see soone knocking on the door.
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