Blue Lock :Reborn Rose Emporer

"Path of the Crownless King"

Time: 1 Week After Bayern vs Real Madrid U18

Score: 3 – 2 (Final)

Global Reaction – Social Media Buzz

@FIFA_NEXTGEN

"Kaiser vs Sae Itoshi. Madness vs calculated Ice . Best youth match in years. Highlight reel material."

@TacticalEdgeTV

"Valentino Rossi is HIM. Five Kaiser Impacts. Two saved. The next Buffon?"

👑@NoelNoaOfficial

"I see the hunger. I see the chaos. But it's rational.... a striker that can do THAT. Is worth bleeding for."

@SaeCultist

"Sae didn't even break a sweat. Kaiser got in his head but not through him. 💀"

@UCLProspects

"That pass to Varga? That's not talent. That's vision through madness. Kaiser = the New generation 11 prodigy ."

@TheStrikerReport

"Michael Kaiser: One assist, 5 shots, one goalpost cracked, two saves forced, 3 goals ,and a war started."

A Flood of Offers

My inbox exploded within hours after the match.

Videos. Interviews. Messages from scouts and top clubs.

Then came the real ones.

Offer 1 — Bayern Munich (Senior Team)

From: Noel Noa

Subject: "Meet me."

Noel Noa:

"You've stirred the storm. Now walk into it.

We're preparing for UCL season rotation.

I want you in the locker room. Not just as a sub. But As a system glitch ."

Attachment: Private flight schedule & offer package

Offer 2 — Juventus FC

From: Marc Snuffy

Subject: "Violence Meets Order"

Snuffy:

"Chaos without shape is waste. You've got both — rage and geometry.

Come to Juventus. I'll make you a striker that ends dynasties."

Attachment: €5.5M contract, performance clauses, No. 9 jersey reserved

Offer 3 — Real Madrid Luna/Main Team Projection

From: Zinedine Zidane

Subject: "We've watched enough"

Zidane:

"You hurt our team more than you'll ever realize.

But pain recognizes potential.

When you're ready for glory, Madrid waits."

Attachment: Trial session invite, La Fabrica integration path, No. 7 projection

[Kaiser, internal monologue]

Three doors. Three kings.

Noel Noa — the perfectionist executioner.

Snuffy — the method behind destruction.

Zidane — the artist who sees patterns in war.

There's no wrong path.

But there's only one crown.

( system update)

Tribrid-vision upgrading process to unique vision type.

Back to Training — Bayern U18 Ground

I return to the pitch for maintenance drills.

Everyone's quieter now.

Eyes linger when I move. Even the coaches speak differently.

But I notice something new.

Grim and Ness.

They're sharper. Heavier. Like iron hammered once too often.

There's a weight to their presence.

And in that moment —

I know.

Next season, they'll be pulled up.

To Bayern Munich's First Team.

And they'll earn it.

Message Flash — A Promise Remembered

I scroll past notifications, offers, club DMs.

Then I see it.

[Alina ]

My fingers hesitate.

Then I tap.

Call.

A pause.

Then her voice.

Alina (excited):

"...Michael?"

Me (low, calm):

"It's time. I'm coming to your training camp.

I want to see your next fight."

A quiet beat.

Then a laugh — and a warmth in her tone that I haven't heard in months.

Alina:

"You better. It's my debut. One month. Vegas. Don't be late."

Travel to America — Destination: Las Vegas, Nevada

I pack my bags.

One set of cleats.

One training kit.

And her name in my mind.

I board the flight.

Eleven hours later, I land in the desert heat of Las Vegas.

Flashing neon. Wide roads. Burning sky.

Arrival at UFC Elite Camp — Private Facility

The first thing I see: two fighters moving across a practice ring.

One — tall, wide-shouldered, a hulking presence with Brazilian roots. His punches sound like hammers. His name spreads like wildfire in rising combat sports.

That's Dada Silva.

He is one of the best under 20 players

The other — lean, agile, dangerous.

Tan skin. Light green eyes.

His gaze could cut titanium.

He doesn't blink. His kicks are like whips.

I don't know his name yet —

But he's going to be a storm.

Then a shout

Dada Silva

Yo little bro James

I notice amercan flag on his shorts . So he is American I wonder if he, plays football or not and what position he is in.

And then—

I turn toward the gym.

She steps out.

Reunion with Alina

Alina.

Sweat-slicked, hair tied back, gloves in hand.

But she drops them when she sees me.

Before I can say anything — she runs over.

She hugs me tight. No hesitation.

Alina (grinning):

"You kept your word."

Kaiser (softly):

"I always do."

We walk into the gym together.

As partners.

As people chasing something more than victory.

"Queen of the Cage, King of the Crossroads"

Time: Age 16 | 40 Days Before UFC Debut

Las Vegas, Nevada — UFC Elite Combat Camp

The heat is dry. The sun bruises the sand.

And inside a private gym, fists clash louder than words.

Alina moves like a wildfire.

Jab. Step. Knee. Pivot. Elbow.

Each strike hits the padded dummy with a thunderclap.

You're standing behind her, towel around your neck, pulse rising — not from the heat, but from what you're watching.

She's not just a fighter.

She's a storm that chose its direction.

Training With Alina — Day 3

She pulls you onto the mat during cooldown.

Alina (smirking):

"You might be a king on the field, but out here? You're just another moving target."

Kaiser (grinning):

"Im no KING..... I'm an Emporer and i will show the world the era, for kings is over but for now.Then show me how to stop moving."

The next hour is brutal.

Grapple drills. Ground locks. Pressure holds.

Your body aches — but something else grows.

Clarity.

Not every battle needs to be won with brute force.

Some fights are won by understanding the opponent before they move.

You add that to your mental playbook.

[Kaiser, internal monologue]

Alina's not faster than me.

Not stronger.

But she decides faster.

That's how she breaks people before the first bell ends.

Countdown: 400 Days to Debut

That night, as you sit with her on the gym rooftop — water bottles in hand, music humming faintly — she leans into you.

Alina (quiet):

"You still haven't chosen, huh?"

Kaiser :

"I need to see it for myself."

Alina:

"Then go. But when you come back... make sure you're not the same."

I nod.

Tomorrow — my jet leaves for Europe.

Weeklong Journey — The King's Interviews

Bayern Munich HQ — Munich, Germany

Meeting With: Noel Noa

I walk into a glass-walled strategy room.

Tactics drawn across a digital table. Position plots. Movement zones.

Noel Noa sits across from me , silent.

Until—

Noel Noa:

"We've restructured our forward triangle. I want you in the central spear. No support striker duties. Pure scoring machine."

He leans forward.

Noa:

"Champions League squad registration opens next season.

Make the cut… and you'll face monsters you'll play with me."

Juventus Base — Turin, Italy

Meeting With: Marc Snuffy

The room smells of turf and protein powder.

Snuffy throws a ball at me as i enter. I catch it clean.

Snuffy (grinning):

"You see this team? It's tired of balance. It needs ruin.

You'll play striker AND decoy. Shadow pressure. Chaos generator."

He scribbles a formation:

You're the false 9 — free-roaming, high-conversion, low-predictability.

Snuffy:

"Play for me — and you become the impact before the goal."

Real Madrid Complex — Valdebebas, Spain

Meeting With: Zinedine Zidane

No theatrics. No smiles.

Zidane simply gestures toward the pitch.

Zidane:

"Show me."

You dribble. Shoot. Create. Flow. Twenty minutes — no breaks.

Afterward, he walks beside me silently.

Then—

Zidane:

"You don't need to learn our philosophy.

We'll bend ours to you.

You'll wear 7 or 11.

As wide forward, inverted creator.

The spotlight will follow."

[Kaiser, alone in hotel]

Bayern: structure and dominance.

Juventus: chaos and war.

Madrid: legacy and spotlight.

Three empires.

Each wants to crown me in their image.

But I'm not looking for a crown to wear.

I'm looking for one to shatter and rebuild.

Message From Alina – 3 Days Before Fight

Alina:

"Media day done. Weigh-in tomorrow.

You back yet?"

I stare at your packed bag.

Kaiser :

"Landing tonight."

I board the jet.

Las Vegas – Return & Final Training

I arrive at dawn.

Alina is already at the gym — shadowboxing alone, surrounded by mirrors.

She turns when i enter.

She doesn't say a word.

Just nods — and keeps moving.

For the next three days, i barely speak.

I run drills. I help her stretch. I hold pads.

She becomes something else.

[Kaiser, watching her train]

She doesn't want to be protected.

She wants to be seen.

As a force.

Not a girl.

Not a fighter.

Lighting .

UFC Fight Debut – Tomorrow

I sit outside the arena as night falls.

And i stare at the three envelopes still tucked in my backpack.

I already know.

I just need the fight to happen.

And three days later—

I'll call.

Authors note:

((((What team do you think kaiser will choose )))))