Lunar Legacy: Rise Of The Beastlord-Chapter 83: God of Basketball

Eleanora High’s field was packed to the brim. Students flood the stands in house colors, chanting, drumming, buzzing with anticipation. Teachers try to keep things orderly, but even they can’t help leaning forward in excitement. After all.. Findabair High has arrived.

Clad in sharp red-and-black jerseys, Findabair’s athletes stepped out like rockstars, cool and cocky, their captain flashing a smug smile.

But Eleanora high students weren’t backing down. They had fire in their hearts, pride in their turf—and today, it was about to get real.

The girls’ tournament started strong.

The relay came first. Jessica took the last leg for Eleanora, but when she got the baton, she was already fifty meters behind her opponent. The odds weren’t in their favor.

Then she ran.

Fast. Focused. Fearless.

By the time they were thirty meters from the finish line, she had closed the gap. The crowd leaned forward in stunned silence as Jessica overtook her opponent and blazed through the finish line a full second ahead.

Eleanora erupted. Their first game was a first win.

It was a sign.

That energy carried through the 200m sprint... another victory.

Then came soccer, javelin, dodgeball, and badminton.

Findabair dominated all of them. All except badminton. That was Jessica’s game.

Jayden watched her glide across the court like she’d been born with a racket in her hand. When she won, straight sets, it didn’t even surprise him. He remembered that she’d loved the sport since childhood, and she always said she wanted to be the best at it. This was child’s play for her.

After the girls’ events, the boys stepped up. But Eleanora boys suffered another loss, they didn’t fair any better than the girls.

The boys’ track event was a huge disaster for them.

Findabair’s runners zoomed like they had nitro boosters, leaving Eleanora coughing in their dust.

Both the relay and single races were lost woefully. Spirits dropped again. Findabair was up Six wins to three.

Eleanor high students were panicking, they were about to lose... in their own home. But they hoped the next game would be in their favour.

And maybe it would... because it was basketball. And they had a basketball god on their side.

.....

The court was a coliseum.

Jayden stepped out, his silver hair glowing like a blade unsheathed. He stood at the edge of the court, adjusting his jersey, his eyes scanning the opposing team. They were tall, sharp, and cocky.. too cocky.

Quinn clapped him on the back. "You ready?"

Jayden nodded once, slowly. His breath was steady.

The whistle blew.

Findabair came out hot, confident, with big plays and fancy passes.

Jayden didn’t flinch.

He activated Dragon Eye and moved.

The court changed.

Movements slowed. Trajectories became lines. Players turned into predictable data. His eyes locked in, calculating every bounce, every fake, every opportunity.

And then—

Jayden struck.

A steal so fast the ball didn’t even realize it was taken.

A behind-the-back pass to Quinn who dunked it home, and passed it back to Jayden who delivered a no-look shot from half-court.

SWISH.

It entered the net cleanly.

The crowd exploded.

The announcer choked on his drink.

"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!"

Jayden wasn’t just playing. He was orchestrating.

He moved like water, dodging defenders like they were moving in glue. He blocked shots, juked their captain out of his shoes, and sank threes like he was born in a net.

Findabair got mad, they started doubling him.

So Jayden started passing with god-tier accuracy. Laser dimes to teammates who didn’t even ask for the ball.

Quinn alley-ooped. Milo did a windmill dunk.

Even the shy kid, Kian, scored after a Jayden bounce pass thread between three legs.

It was teamwork at it’s finest. With Jayden coordinating the whole thing.

The Eleanora crowd was going bananas.

"Jay-den! Jay-den! Jay-den!"

Findabair’s coach shouted, "LOCK HIM DOWN!"

The opponents moved.. but it was too late.

Jayden spun, jumped off one leg, turned mid-air, and let the ball fly over three defenders.

SWISH.

The ball flew into the hoop just as the buzzer came.

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The scoreboard blinked;

Eleanora: 62 | Findabair: 37

The students of Eleanora erupted into cheers. Drums banged, flags waved, and voices filled the air. The tension that had gripped the school all afternoon cracked and gave way to celebration and motivation.

Jayden stood at the center, chest rising and falling, a proud smirk drawn across his face.

His team rushed him and lifted him up, chanting his name. They had gotten a victory they didn’t expect.

And that victory shifted the air. Something ignited in the boys.. a collective surge of belief.

Fueled by adrenaline and pride, Eleanora came back with everything they had. They fought harder and dominated the rest of the games.

Soccer was a win for Eleanora high.

And so was Javelin and Dodgeball. They were unstoppable, having been motivated by Jayden’s display.

The crowd was electric, every shout and cheer echoing across the campus.

By the end of the tournament, the final scores came in with Findabair having six wins and Eleanora having seven.

They had done it. Comeback complete. The underdogs had taken the crown.

Victory was theirs.

Not just in numbers.

But in spirit.

The crowd spilled onto the field.

Students screamed, hugged, cried, threw confetti from who-knows-where. The cheerleaders danced like they were floating. Jessica was twirling with her racket. Cassandra high-fived strangers like she knew them.

And Quinn pointed at Jayden with a wide grin and shouted:

"THAT’S our MVP!"

Jayden stood in the middle of it all, stunned but smiling

He didn’t say anything, didn’t boast or brag... but everyone knew it.

He was the turning point.

......

Jayden splashed cold water over his face, gripping the sink as it dripped from his chin. The mirror reflected a boy still catching his breath from the storm of cheers and congratulations, his ears still ringing from the victory party at the hall. But none of it moved him.

He dried his face with a paper towel, then glanced toward the door. He wasn’t going back. Not to the party. Not to the crowd. He just wanted a moment of quiet, empty, still. Maybe he’d crash in his classroom for a while. Maybe he’d just lie there and forget everything for a few minutes.

But as he stepped out of the bathroom, something made him pause.

At the exact same moment, the girls’ bathroom door creaked open across the hall.

He didn’t look up at first. But then... he caught it.

That familiar scent of lavender.

His body reacted before his brain did. He turned.

And there she was.

Jessica.

Her hair was still a little damp from where she’d freshened up. She hadn’t seen him at first, but the moment their eyes met, everything around them seemed to slow. Her lips parted slightly. She blinked once. Twice.

Neither of them said a word.

Then, she looked away sharply, and without hesitation, she turned and started walking down the hall.

Jayden stood frozen for a heartbeat. Then he moved.

"Jessica," he called.

She didn’t answer. Her pace quickened.

"Jessica, wait. Can we talk?"

She kept walking. "No, we can’t," she said flatly. "Just... leave me alone, Jayden."

But he didn’t.

"I just want to make things right," he said, catching up beside her. "I did what I promised. I faced the beast. I fought it. And I won."

That made her stop.

She turned slowly, eyes wide with disbelief. "You... fought it?"