A week before the finals of the Summer Fever tournament, Jamar walked briskly towards the school gym, his mind focused on a conversation with B.I.T.
"So my fitness level is at 70% right now, huh? What can I do, and at what level of energy do I need to avoid injury again?" Jamar asked, quickening his pace to a slow jog.
"As long as you don't play with your usual physicality, which would drop your fitness level to 20%—a dangerous zone that could lead to a career-ending injury—you should be fine," B.I.T. replied in its familiar monotone.
Jamar sighed, his thoughts racing. "I need to change my playstyle, then," he muttered to himself. Pushing the gym door open, he was greeted by the familiar sight of weights and machines. The place was quiet, just how he liked it—no distractions, just pure focus.
He nodded at a few staff members as he made his way to a bench, deciding to take a seat and open his stat window.
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**Player Stats: Jamar Carter**
