The following afternoon, Ken woke up from his "nap", his eyes snapping open.
"Just 300 more…" he muttered, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over him.
While he was able to enter the Image Training twice a day, it was beginning to cause him some mental strain. It would be fine if he could just sleep all day, but he still needed to attend training and team meetings.
Although it was tedious, the benefits outweighed the cost.
'Man… I wish I could see the skill description of Home Run King.' Ken thought, letting out a sigh. He had no doubt that it would be good, but it would be nice to know what he was working towards nonetheless.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Coming."
Ken hopped off the bed and opened the door, only to see his brother standing there.
"Are you getting old or what? What's up with all these midday naps?" Daichi asked, casually entering his room without an invitation.
"Would you believe me if I said that I'm meditating?" Ken replied with a wry smile.
