The day passed without noise or tension. After the intensity of the past few days, the silence felt earned.
Yesterday's training had pushed everyone to their limits, and today was the pause. No one argued.
They all rested in their own corners of the house, eating, recovering, sleeping, or watching fights in silence. Even the usual small talk faded.
Damon arrived in the afternoon to check in. He didn't give a speech or call for a meeting.
He just walked through, nodded at a few of them, exchanged a few words with Max, and left him to it.
As Damon had left, in the living room, a few fighters from Ivan's team watched him walk out the door.
One of them, Chase, let out a small laugh under his breath.
Zulu turned to him. "What's funny?"
Chase shook his head and took a sip from his cup. "I mean, how old is he anyway? Nineteen?"
Zulu leaned back on the couch, expression calm but unreadable. He didn't like getting involved in gossip, especially about coaches.
