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Chapter 227: United Part 2

King Power Stadium – Halftime

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The whistle blew.

But the noise didn’t stop. It shifted.

It mutated.

Rooney’s breath came out like smoke. He dragged his sleeve a...

Back To Daily

Alright, quick update —

I’ve realized this new schedule just isn’t working. For me or for you. So I’m going back to what does work: daily chapters.

Starting now, you’...

Chapter 226: United Part 1

November 28, 2015 King Power Stadium – 4:18 PM | Manchester United Dressing Room

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Shirts hung on metal hooks. Boots were aligned beneath benches like obedient soldiers. The clock tic...

Chapter 225: Prep Part 2 (End)

November 27, 2015 Belvoir Drive – Early Morning

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The strategy room was quiet. The fluorescent lights buzzed gently overhead. Marker pens clicked open and closed. Chairs creaked as co...

Chapter 224: Prep Part 1

November 26, 2015

Manchester — 1:42 AM
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David De Gea sat alone on his couch in the flat. The television’s glow flickered across his face, soft and bluish, the only light in the ...

Chapter 223: Start of a Friendship

November 22, 2015 — 6:12 AM

Leicester, Hale Residence
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The rain had stopped sometime in the night. A dull gray glow filtered through the bedroom curtains, soft and colorless.

Chapter 222: Receipts Collected

Sorry for the long delay, but please do enjoy this 8k chapter.

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POST-MATCH INTERVIEW

Camera set. Mic clipped. Floodlights still bleeding into the tunnel. The crowd noise hadn’t...

Chapter 221: Revenge Part 2

Halftime Broadcast — Sky Sports Studio

London — 4:51 PM (UK Time)

The camera came back before anyone in the studio even realized they were live.

The score was still glowing in...

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Chapter 220: Revenge Part 1

The wind hit differently this morning.

Not colder, just... wetter. A wind that didn’t blow so much as it snuck in under your coat and stayed there.

Danny Drinkwater stepped through th...

Chapter 219: The French

November 17, 2015 — Wembley Stadium

Moments before kickoff

The hallway lights buzzed low and steady above the tunnel. Cold tile. Warm breath. Studs tapping in uneven rhythm.

Fra...

Chapter 218: Reputation

November 13, 2015

Alicante, Spain

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Plates clinked. Chairs scraped. The coffee machine hissed behind the counter.

The breakfast room was quieter than usual. Not tense — ju...

Chapter 217: Spain

November 12, 2015

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Clouds pressed thick against the plane windows, smudging out the horizon in shades of pearl and slate.

Barbara sat curled in her seat, one leg folded beneath h...

Chapter 216: She A Model

Quick update before that chapter. Not sure how many of you guys see the Discord update. I need a break, I’m burning out. Last few chapters didn’t feel right to me and I was just writing chapter...

Chapter 4: Sarutobi Hiruzen

Sarutobi Hiruzen

June 1, 1 bNb

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Izuma stopped just a step past the threshold. The door closed behind him with a soft click, and the office was just as he remembered.

Same o...

Chapter 215: The Cost of Comfort

November 3, 2015 — Belvoir Drive

Early Morning
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Sunlight — actual, proper sunlight — poured through the windows, casting pale gold lines across the carpet. The kind of morning...

Chapter 214: Marked Men

October 24, 2015 — King Power Stadium 

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Rain clung to the air the way it always did in October — not falling so much as hovering, like it couldn’t quite commit. 

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Chapter 213: Mark Him with Five

October 21, 2015 — En Route to Belgrade

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The cabin lights were low. A soft amber glow spilled over the rows of plush leather seats, trays pulled down, boots kicked off. Outside, the ...

Chapter 3

Home

June 1, 1 bNb

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The barrier shimmered in his eyes—threads of chakra webbed across the treetops and curved over distant rooftops.

To most people, it was invisible.&nbs...

Chapter 212: The Shortlist

October 19, 2015 — Evening

Leicester City Centre 

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The wind had a bite to it. Not winter yet, but close enough that Tristan pulled his hoodie tighter and adjusted the blac...

Chapter 211: The Red Pitch

October 19, 2015 — Afternoon

Undisclosed Location, London

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The blacked-out car rolled to a stop outside a quiet luxury hotel — no signs, no press, no questions. It looked lik...

Chapter 2

Izuma Uchiha

May 30, 1 bNb

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The rain started again around midday.

It wasn’t heavy—just enough to soak the hem of his cloak, and turn the dirt road beneath his boots fro...

Chapter 210: Letters to the Future

October 18, 2015 — Morning

New York City, USA

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The blinds were cracked just enough to let in a slice of early morning light. Barbara lay curled on the couch, one foot poking ou...

Chapter 209: Pocket Change

October 16, 2015 — Morning

Belvoir Drive Training Ground

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Boots struck wet turf in a steady rhythm as the Leicester squad jogged laps beneath a flat grey sky. The air was damp ...

Chapter 1

Fog and Fire

May 27, 1 bNb

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He was irritated.

That’s what he would say if he were being nice.

If he were to be a little bit less so, then he would say he was fuckin...

Chapter 208: One Last Tournament

October 12, 2015 – 8:14 PM

Lithuania

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The room buzzed the way footballers made anything buzz — plates clattering, spoons tapping bowls, someone yelling about FIFA rankings wh...

Chapter 207: A Generational Problem

October 9, 2015 – 11:41 PM

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The TV flickered in the corner. A loop of tunnel footage, grainy slow-mo, and panel show clips cycled endlessly. Headlines crawled along the bottom of the...

Naruto: Legacy of the Byakugan Chapter 10

Future Legends

March 16, 35 bNb

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Hiroto reclined against the wooden post and sighed, watching the field in front of him with scrutiny.

Joint class training day.

The t...

Chapter 206: The Leash at Wembley

October 9, 2015 – 5:42 PM

Wembley Stadium

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The corridors beneath Wembley were still — just the hush of rubber soles on polished tile and the soft echo from empty rows above.<...

Chapter 205: Camp Hale

October 6, 2015 – 6:26 PM

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The wipers squeaked across the windshield every few seconds, clearing just enough drizzle for Tristan to see the dying daylight stretch along the motorway....