Like he planned, he went straight to bath. The hot water washed away the blood but not the ache as Noah stood under the shower, letting his mind process the encounter with the Rowes. His body was already healing—faster than any normal human should—but he deliberately avoided focusing on that particular secret.
When he finally emerged from the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him, he found Kelvin exactly as expected—hunched over multiple screens in what looked like a mission control center rather than a tournament accommodation.
"Dude, why does our room look like you're planning a heist?" Noah asked, toweling his hair.
Kelvin didn't look up, his fingers dancing across virtual keyboards projected onto the desk surface. Six different displays hovered in the air around him, each showing different data streams that made Noah's eyes hurt just glancing at them.
