I opened my eyes. I was lying on a bed. I looked around. It was a medical ward. No one was around. I looked towards the ceiling. I remembered how I'd seen several similar ceilings back on earth when I got hurt during training. Not that my dad gave me any mercy. The moment I could continue my training he would make me, and weirdly it felt like he always knew when I was fine. It was rather irritating, to be honest. Someone knocked on the door and I stopped reminiscing about the good old times.
"Come in" I muttered weakly due to the long-lasting aftereffects of the dragon's roar.
The door creaked open. I wondered who'd want to meet me. Maybe it was Nicola. We weren't really friends though.
Walking into the room was the last person I could think of. The person I wanted recognition from. The person I yearned to be, the master annihilator. I was shocked, even more so than when he came to spectate the tournament. I immediately got off the bed and knelt with my head facing downwards.
"M...Master!" I greeted him.
"Now now, little guy, get back to your bed. You haven't rested enough."
"Y…Yes, master!" I stuttered.
I got back on my bed but I still sat straight as a gesture of respect towards the master. My heart was beating tremendously fast.
"Tony, do you know why I came to this selection?"
"No sir"
"It wasn't for any other. It was to watch you."
"Me?"
"Yes indeed son. You see, your father, Thomson Schleider, is one of my dearest friends."
I didn't have words to reply to his words. My dad is a dear friend of the strongest human in universe? That didn't seem right. My dad, who wore shorts and lofty t-shirts and always drank beer? He was friends with the master? I didn't understand.