The window let in a lot of morning light, giving the room a soft, warm glow.
Before going right to the shower, Damon stretched and blinked awake.
He wanted to let the water wash away the weight of the intense simulation from the night before.
It had been a real test of skill to fight against the simulated Cellan Gustalam.
Damon had spent hours honing his responses, learning how to neutralize Gustalam's brutal aggression while leveraging his own reach and striking precision.
There hadn't been a clear winner; in each round, Gustalam had landed a few hard shots that had Damon on the ground, and Damon had answered with well-thought-out moves.
But something had shifted. Each time he faced Gustalam in the simulation, he grew closer to understanding how to take control, to find that ground where he could dominate, leaving no room for Gustalam's strengths to flourish.
As he dressed, Damon's mind was already formulating his next approach. Today would be another step closer.
Today's plan was laid out, train harder and push limits. Damon looked down at the small vials in his hand, each one containing stats elixir.
These were his chance to boost his stats, a shortcut to reaching new levels of power and resilience.
He had considered waiting until he reached Thailand to use them, especially after hearing Victor's plan yesterday, but why hold back?
If he could gain an edge now, there was no point in wasting time.
Every improvement would bring him closer to unlocking the system upgrade and, with it, even more potential.
Being back home offered Damon a kind of freedom he hadn't felt in the facility during The Supreme Fighter show.
There, every move he made was watched, analyzed, part of the nature of being in the spotlight for a TV show.
He was always aware of the cameras and the demands that came with them, so he couldn't push himself too far.
Especially with the coaches.
She paused, her lips pressed into a thin line as she considered his words.
Finally, she sighed, a reluctant but accepting nod following. "Just... promise me you'll rest after this one." Her voice was gentle but resolute, and she turned to slide a plate of breakfast toward him. "There's no need to push yourself more than you already have."
Damon's gaze softened as he reached for the plate, taking in the quiet strength of her words. "I promise, Mom," he said, feeling the weight of her concern, and with a small, reassuring smile, he picked up his fork and began to eat.
Damon hesitated, glancing up at his mother.
He hadn't planned on mentioning Thailand yet, but the words slipped out before he could stop them. "Except... that I have to go to Thailand."
She stilled, her brow creasing as she looked at him. "What was that?" she asked, her voice steady, though Damon could sense a hint of tension. She had heard him, but she wanted him to say it clearly.
He took a breath, steadying himself. "I'm... going to Thailand."
The room went silent for a moment
Finally, she sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly as if accepting the reality of it.
Damon could tell she was torn, she might want to tell him to stay, to try and keep him here, and he'd probably listen.
But what would be the point if he'd be giving up an opportunity that clearly mattered?
She nodded slowly, seeming to come to terms with it, and then gave him a small, understanding smile. "I see... Just promise me you'll take care of yourself." She paused, glancing at him with worry. "When are you leaving so I can help you pack?"
Damon raised an eyebrow, surprised by her response. "That's it?"
Her smile grew, softening as she held his gaze. "What? Did you expect me to stop you?"
He looked down, rubbing the back of his neck, and then met her eyes with a sheepish grin. "... Yeah, I kinda did."
She laughed softly, and the sound of her real laughter warmed the room. Damon could tell she was worried, though. "You're a grown man, Damon. You can do whatever you want." She leaned closer, reaching out to squeeze his hand gently. "Just be safe and responsible. That's all I ask."
She said something that made Damon feel heavy, and he knew that he would always have her support with him, no matter how far he went.