Team Whittier's locker room was full of excitent.
Around Damon, his coaches and teammates were singing with words of encouragent, pats on the back, and congratulations.
But while everyone was engrossed in the mont, Damon was losing himself in his own thoughts.
He couldn't help but wish he had a phone and call his mother.
He wanted to tell her how far he had co, how much he had achieved.
But even though he knew she was proud of him, he doubted she was watching his fight.
He didn't bla her either.
Watching your child step into a cage, risking everything, wasn't sothing every parent could handle.
Damon leaned back on the bench, his hands resting on his knees, his mind racing.
The room around him was full of noise, conversations, laughter, the sound of victory.
Yet in his own head, things felt quiet. Reflective.
He exhaled slowly, focusing on what was coming next.
The final fight.
His biggest test.
While his teammates and coaches celebrated his victory, Damon sat there, his mind already on the future.
Whittier stepped into the locker room, his smile plastered on his face.
He glanced around at his team, clearly proud of what they had achieved so far.
The room quieted down as everyone turned to him.
"Well, lads," Whittier spoke first, his tone composed but weighted with the excitent of the situation. "I couldn't be prouder of what you've done. You've fought your hearts out and shown why you deserve to be here. Each of you has proven sothing to yourselves and to the world."
He paused, looking directly at Damon. "But this isn't the end, not yet. The final fight is still ahead, and it's the one that really counts. It's ti to dig deep and prepare for the hardest battle yet. No matter what happens, just rember, you've made it this far because you earned it."
Whittier made a piercing sound as he clapped his hands together. "Alright, no more resting on your laurels. Ti to focus and prepare. The fight of your life is just around the corner."
The atmosphere in the room changed from one of celebration to one of concentrated preparation after that.
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Damon stood under the shower, letting the water rinse away the exhaustion and thoughts about the fight.
He had just secured his place in the finals, but his mind was already racing ahead.
He decided to check his system while he had a mont to himself.
A ssage appeared before his eyes:
[Congratulations for winning the Semifinals and becoming one of the finalists.]
Reward: 1000 coins
[Total balance: 1009]
He grinned slightly, feeling the satisfaction of reaching this point, but now ca the real challenge, spending those coins wisely.
He moved through the system, looking at his options.
The B-Rank Elixir was priced at 300 coins.
That ant he could afford three of them with his current balance, leaving just enough for another purchase down the line.
His stats reflected his progress so far:
Strength: C
Speed: D
Stamina: C
Endurance: C
Agility: C
His Strength and Endurance were solid, and his Stamina had improved enough to last through tough trainings.
But his Speed was still lagging behind at D, sothing that could beco a critical issue against Brian, who was faster and more technical than Kofi.
Damon knew he'd need to close that gap.
He stood there, contemplating his options.
Should he balance things out more by boosting Speed and Strength, or perhaps strengthen his Endurance even further to withstand whatever Brian threw at him?
After all, his Endurance was the reason he hadn't been knocked out yet.
Agility had proven useful, especially when he pulled off that hybrid submission, so maybe it deserved more focus too.
While weighing his options, his thoughts drifted back to sothing that had crossed his mind before, the possibility of an S-Rank.
The system didn't list a Elixir for it in the shop, and no further details were given.
It left him wondering if the S-Rank even existed, or if it was just sothing the system hinted at but never actually provided.
It had also co to his attention that it was getting easy to level up, sure the training was needed hard training, but it wasn't as hard as earlier, he could confirm this because ever since in this show he took an Elixir, a week was enough maybe even less.
So this was also a reason for him to think about what was next after S-Rank.
But I guess that would be a thought for later.
Damon decided not to make any purchases right now.
He wanted to reflect on it a bit more and make sure his next steps were perfectly aligned with what he needed to face Brian.
For now, he focused on the task at hand, washing up then choose and then finally focus on his fight camp and preparing for the biggest fight of his career.
Finishing up his shower, Damon wrapped a towel around himself, feeling both the pressure and the thrill of what lay ahead.
The system could wait. Right now, he needed to focus on the fight.
Damon finished getting dressed, pulling a shirt over his head as he mumbled to himself, "I wonder if coins are included on the last challenge on that system quest."
"What was that?"
Startled, Damon spun around to find one of the assistant coaches standing behind him. The man raised an eyebrow, looking slightly puzzled.
"You good, Cross?"
Damon's heart skipped a beat as he realized he'd spoken out loud. But then he cald down, assuming the coach probably hadn't heard him clearly.
"Yeah, I'm good," Damon said, shaking his head to brush off the awkwardness. "You just startled a bit."
The coach's expression softened, and Damon forced a casual chuckle. "I was, uh, singing my favorite song by Ineman. You know, just getting in the zone." He threw out the lie with a grin.
The coach raised an eyebrow but shrugged. "Alright, as long as you're focused. Keep that mindset, Cross, big fight ahead."
Damon nodded, relieved that the conversation hadn't gone any deeper.
As the coach walked off, Damon sighed quietly, feeling the tension slip away.
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