The next morning...
Zac had just woken up, feeling more energetic than he had in the previous few days, something he associated with the fights in the test for the city's representative in the tournament that would take place in Alavista in a few weeks.
Although the fights yesterday had demanded little of him, they had been enough to make him feel some improvement.
This sensation did not bother him, as he didn't have to adjust his strength and speed like he did before. Just a few minutes after preparing his breakfast, he had already regained complete control over his physical capabilities, until his phone interrupted him with a sudden call.
"Hello?"
"We have a deal. If you win the National Tournament in Alavista and represent us in the World Fighting Tournament, we'll give you 1% of our profits next year."
