Blue Lock :Reborn Rose Emporer

"The Streets Watch, The World Watches"

Time: Age 16| Alina's Fight Night

Las Vegas – Afternoon: The Alley Behind the Gym

I was killing time before Alina's big night — wandering, headphones in, letting my mind drift.

That's when I heard it.

The unmistakable rhythm of street football.

Concrete scuffs. Shouts. A ball hitting a wall.

I turned the corner.

There was a cage court — maybe 50meters long. Steel fencing. No nets. Just pure space and hunger.

Two figures were going at it.

Dada Silva vs. James Silva — Battle

Dada Silva — broad shoulders, built like a tank, moved like thunder. He dribbled with force, one hand shielding, the other shifting balance with the ball.

Then he shouts

Dada Silva :

Little bro... u will have to be a lot more,creative.to get the ball from the, future worlds best.

Did I hear that correct.

His little brother?

I remember...in my past life. that he was in the world five match,in the blue lock 3 sections.but that should be..... 1 year 6 months from now?

James Silva — lean, sharp, pure kinetic energy. His eyes feline and sharp.

And what I saw next made my breath catch.

Meta-Vision Moment: Watching James Silva

Dada tried a blind-foot turn — the kind I've countered a hundred times.

But James didn't read the movement.

He read the space.

He didn't wait for an opening — he created a collapse.

And he burst in—not from the front, not from the back, but from between space that shouldn't exist.

Like a jaguar through, shadow going for the kill.

His eyes glowed — green, then yellow.

I saw something.

A jaguar. Leaping. Stalking. Killing.

The symbol wasn't drawn — it was lived.

(Kaiser thoughts ]

I've seen lightning. I've seen Rin. Even Loki. But this… This was a predator's instinct. A sixth sense to hunt not the ball — but the moment just before danger happens.

Ball Rolls to Me

It spun to my feet. A silent challenge.

Dada smiled like a warlord.

Dada Silva:

"Join us, brother. One more can only make the fire burn hotter."

I stepped in.

Walking with the ball in hands.

3-Player Street Duel Begins

James moved first.

A feint. A hesitation dribble. But my eyes tracked him. Meta-Vision ,Predictor-eye. I switched to Top Performance Flow. Then stacked Gravity Shift Flow on top.

Dada:

Woah there looks like, someone wants to challenge you little bro.

At full burst of speed ,it's like his body on instinct. knows where to defend and he turned, nutmeg and leaps with a burst with a short run. bends low rotation on his knee, and moves passed Dada as well.

James:(eyes flashing yellow)

I'm not worried. I'm unmatched, nobody can survive the hunt.

Still—

He slithered just beyond my reach.

Kaiser:

How can he....move like that. it's like a beast, in human form . he is defending.

Every time he passed, he used Dada as a moving shield. Like a jaguar darting around a rhino.

Dada:

U can't get him, in the convention way.

Think out side the box.

I shift in at full speed and with a lift. I light touch on the ground ,james would leap with speed over my legs passed me. and when I had the ball trying to move , i nutmeg Dada and use my speed.

to my advantage as trying to challenge Dada with ,strength would not end well .James out of my blind spot in a space, that did not exist before.

like a jaguar on the kill, his legs like the sleek body pouncing on prey. and he steals the ball this is a level of, defence I have never seen.

James:

U make the hunt.... to easy.come on .I like it when prey, fights back.

My feet burned. My lungs started to sting.

From a few hours of this back and forth .

My eyes flashed red.

I almost triggered Destroyer Madness Flow—

But stopped.

This was the streets. This was joy. Not war.

I smiled mid-play.

Kaiser:(grin)

Your right. no need to play prey. I'm the predictor .

I turned and bounced the, ball of the steel before passing .Dada and this disrupted James a few times, but he then adapted .

Inner thoughts Kaiser:(smile)

this was the most fun, I have ever had in a while. to face someone that can stop, me before I even know how.

[Kaiser panting ]

"You… What the hell are you? I haven't seen you in any match or team. Where've you been hiding?"

James (shrugged):

"South American Leagues . Amazon pitches. You know the kind."

He stepped forward, calm, no ego in his voice.like he alread knows his Destiny

James:

"Next season, I'm coming to Europe."

He bumped my shoulder lightly.

James:

"I'll see you there, Kaiser .Mr rose emperor ."

I locked eyes with him.

A silent promise.

We both smiled.

Evening – Back at the Hotel

I showered. Dressed. Black shirt, no tie. Chain tucked in.

Tonight mattered.

Not just for me.

But for her.

UFC Fight Night – T-Mobile Arena, Las Vegas

The lights were hot. The cameras flashed.

I was escorted to VIP seating.

Front row. Alina's team around me. Her father — retired world champion — sat stoic beside me, head down, locked in coach mode.

Alina's spot was a lucky break.

A top-15 ranked fighter got injured last week. They offered her the slot. And she said a few words:

"time to crown the Queen."

I Look Around

There were stars here.

Rappers. Athletes. UFC icons. Movie stars.

All waiting.

All watching.

And then—

[TV Intro Sequence – Alina Walks Out]

The music hit.

Her name appeared on the giant screen.

ALINA DRAGO — The Princess Bear Debut

She walked out.

Cold gaze. Hands taped. Hair braided. No fear.

The camera caught my face.

For a moment — all of America saw me.

And saw my belief in her.

[My thoughts during her walkout]

She said she'd prove herself. That she didn't want to be "her father's little girl." She wanted to be her own storm. And now… she's about to set the world on fire.

[Fight Begins – 5 Rounds Scheduled]

Round 1:

Alina opened with footwork — weaving, circling.

Her jab landed early. Her kicks stung. The crowd saw the speed. But only I saw the layered calculation.

She wasn't just reacting.

She was leading the predator into a trap.

But her opponent dodged Meline Vaga

Dodged and countered .

well with a well timed, response showing her experience and her rank.

Side corner: (her father)

Come on my little bear .u can do it ,just keep up the pressure .and don't be afraid to ,shootout for a takedown.

Round 2:

Meline charged — a veteran striker with twice her experience.

But Alina flipped the script.

With a shootout for the legs, and a shift of her body. at the right moment.

as Meline was shifting stance.

She grappled. Clinched. Wrestled,Threw a surprise elbow.

It landed. Clean. The crowd gasped.

And meline recovered well but lost a lot of stamina in that. And was rocked a bit from the elbow forehead, cut with blood flowing.

Corner:father)

That's my girl. You got her shock now ,she will come in to shut you down .and what will you do about it.

Alina:(panting sweat dripping)

Let her come at me.She will have to kill me first, before she beats me.

Round 3:

Meline with a combo of strikes,

With a missed leg sweep. but Alina stripped a few stumbles and Meline with the prefect jab.

Alina's nose bled.

But her stance didn't waver.

Final minute.

She slipped a punch — and threw a left straight right down the pipe.

CRACK.

Meline stumbled back.

Alina pounced.

And with a quick ground and pound, with the hammer fists.

Ref jumped in.

Pulling Alina off.

TKO VICTORY.

Crowd Explodes

Her father lifted her up.

She screamed into the mic:

"I belong here. Remember my name!"

I felt my chest rise.

with pride.

With awe.

Afterparty – Midnight

I found a quiet moment alone.

The night was still buzzing.

And I opened my phone.

I looked at the messages.

Bayern. Juventus. Real Madrid.

Then — I hit dial.

Decision made.