The showdown (Intro )

The silence was palpable as Joe walked back towards Tyze, his eyes narrowing. "You were up all night?" Joe asked, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and concern.

Tyze hesitated, his eyes darting away. "Mm, not actually all night... just since about 2 AM." Joe's eyebrows shot up. "2 AM? What were you thinking, training from 2 AM till now? What energy are you going to have to play the match this morning?"

Tyze shrugged, his voice nonchalant. "Hey, man, there's no need to worry, I got it. I'm the owner of my body, okay? By the way, I'm sure I've got the energy to play, so quit the fussing already, will ya? All I need right now is a shower and some food." He said, rubbing his stomach.

As he walked past Joe, heading for the exit, Joe's expression turned incredulous. "How could you even think about this? We practiced, we trained yesterday. What was the need for extra... for more practice?" Joe continued complaining, walking after him.