Michael's body was still damp when he left the shower.
He changed into casual clothes after drying his body and put the heavyweight combat suit aside for it to be cleaned thoroughly.
Afterward, Michael turned to the door to leave without saying a word.
"Wait a moment," Kaleb's voice rang out from behind.
Michael halted in his tracks and turned back to the young Zenovia.
"Are you sure that you're fine?" Kaleb asked reflexively when he saw the impatience in Michael's eyes.
Until the last minute of Michael's battle against the Barbaric Couple, everything had been fine. But after that, the pressure he exuded was heavy, and being around him felt weirdly uncomfortable.
Kaleb was not sure why but he felt like their spar had turned into a desperate life-and-death battle. That was how Michael had fought; as if his life depended on it.
