The morning after the night of the trip, it was Saturday. So Lucas was on the training ground much earlier than usual.
The defeat tormented him.
Every moment of the game seemed to play over and over in his mind, like a movie. He wanted - needed - to improve.
"I should have done more," he muttered to himself as he put on his boots. His teammates hadn't arrived yet. He wanted some time alone to work on the weaknesses he had identified.
He started with quick passes against the wall, moving quickly, then moved on to medium-distance shots. Each touch on the ball felt like a slight change in his determination, as if he were reprogramming his body and mind.
The System, always present in his mind like a silent presence, notified him of his progress:
[Pass: +0.1]
[Ball Control: +0.3]
[Stamina: +0.2]
Lucas stopped, his chest heaving. He watched the notification disappear. "That's good, but what if it's not enough?"
