The next day Michael awoke from his dreamless sleep, wincing in pain as he sat up from his bed. When he challenged his brother to a spar the night before, his main intentions were to see how far ahead Jason was.
The young boy that he grew up with and he treated as a little brother had now grown up into a fully fledged man, filling him with pride and warmth. While the actual result was not as he had planned, he was very satisfied that even without him being there, Jason was able to grow and thrive on his own. Even getting a few friends of his own.
While on the surface, he wanted to check on Jason's progress, he also had his own selfish intentions.
Ever since learning the Fist Technique within his pause realm, he had been itching to try it in battle. Were it not for wanting to keep his affliction a secret he would have constantly challenged other outer sect disciples each day to improve.