It was a chilly Thursday morning in Valencia, the sun barely rising as Izan laced up his boots at the training ground.
He had been told to rest the previous day after returning from Paris on Tuesday so he couldn't join the training even if he wanted to.
Although he could not join, that didn't mean he couldn't train. Following a new set of training instructions introduced by the system, Izan pushed himself to the limit, using a conditioning fluid when he was tired.
After Izan finished lazing up his boots, he joined the rest of the players on the pitch.
The training pitch buzzed with energy as the Valencia squad warmed up under the morning sun. Izan stepped onto the grass, greeted by playful jeers from his teammates.
Seeing their gazes, especially Pietro's, Izan couldn't help but shake his head. "This guy just can't control himself," he said as he walked towards them.
