After Michael had finished all he needed to do and said his goodbyes to Rebecca, he headed back to the hotel and slumped into his bed. It really had been a tiring day.
He didn't even remember how fast he fell asleep; one second, he was on the bed, and the next, he was staring at the sun outside.
Yet, as always, a concern arose in his mind, one he was much too familiar with.
'Aren't I fucking late again?' He shot up from his bed and created another golden robe out of his mana, one a bit fancier than his previous one.
He wasn't sure when he had to arrive at the tournament, but it must have been before the sun was literally in the very middle of the sky.
Better yet, there was another problem.
'And where exactly is this tournamen even located?' He didn't remember seeing any kind of arena while strolling around town, nor did he see one on the map either.
