A sign from above.

(2 Years later) 

It was a curious thing, time. It passes in a blink of an eye; you can never grasp it and can only go with it. There are two types of people in the world, the ones who use the time allocated to them by their creator, and those who waste it.

Well, Paulo didn't waste his second chance. After talking with his trainer, he decided to focus on his training to go pro. A person must be over 18 to qualify for a pro card so before this he decided to do amateur fights to get some practice in first.

He had years of experience on the battlefield but this experience didn't translate to the ring so easily. One must not confound the freedom of the battlefield to the constraints of a ring, even a freer type of martial art like MMA will not technically translate to the real world 100%. 

However, he had an advantage, even if not perfect, in comparison with other people. So, during this 2 year he adapted and trained his physique using the advantage of a pubescent body drowning in hormones to gain the structure necessary to be strong. 

He found a part time job as well, as he didn't want to burden his father with paying the fee of his activities. His grades were good so all this did not affect his academics, so the first year was only him training boxing and calisthenic, saving money to buy important things and pay the fees of the places he frequented.

The second year he decided to train his grappling and BJJ, as his country was famous for their Jiu-Jitsu. As an amateur he traveled his country to compete in small tournaments and gained some popularity as his style of fighting was violent and brutal but at the same time controlled. Critics analyzed his style many times making some of the clips of his matches go viral.

Now we arrive in the present, and in the second year of middle school Paulo stand in a comfortable 1,83 m of height (6 feet for the uninitiated) and had a good presence in him. He was imposing in comparison with his peers and known for the clips that gone somewhat viral in the past years.

"Paulinho, c'mon mate. How can you reject someone like her mate, look at that ass mate, it is gorgeous." A man, named George, said in exasperation. He was one of the few friends that stood with Paulo even with all the oddness had shown.

"Miss me with these thots. Focus brother, you must focus. What would your girlfriend say if she heard you talk about another woman like that?" Paulo said, it was strange for his peers to understand his thought process. Never in these 2 years of them together he talked with any girls with the objective of getting with them.

"Shesh, relax mate. What the eyes don't see the heart don't feel. I am a good Christian man never would I fall in debauchery like that." George said, with a hand in his heart making a pose of innocence.

"I'm sure you are, you never committed a sin in your life. But seriously, why would I waste my time with romance when I'm in the path my man, you don't get it." Paulo said looking at an imaginary horizon. He was jesting like that but he would like to have a relationship with someone, the problem was that all his peers were too young for him and he didn't have the will or patience to go after older people for now. 

"Sigh, you that don't get it my man. The comfort of a woman will surely sooth your soul." George said with a dramatic flair. He truly didn't get what the big deal was, but respected his bro with his decisions. This was a conversation they have often as girls would flock to his bro when a new clip of him dominating his opponents came out of the woods.

"So, did you know about the girl that was kidnaped the other day? It was from the neighborhood and the police was all over the city." George suddenly changed the subject, like the bipolar bastard that he was. 

"Yeah… truly a sad situation. I heard that the girl was only eleven and the bastard that took her was one guy that was known as a sex trafficker." Paulo said. This news was weighting his mind lately, his town was a violent town but cases like this were rare and never appeared in the news. 

"The kidnapper must be truly good at hiding if even the police with all the noise that they made yesterday didn't find him." George said, it truly was odd. Those types of crime were often a case of or the person was found quickly of only the boy of the victim was found.

The silence stretched between the two, and the look of them spoke of the resignation of the common people on the reality of the world.

"It is getting late mate; I will be going home as today is a day for me to rest and I have a shift later." Paulo said, he was in a somber mood and didn't have in him to continue the conversation after the last topic so he decided to go home.

"Yeah, take care brother." George lived close to the school so he decided to satay a bit more to catch up with his other friends.

Paulo pov

There he was, walking down the streets with his head full of condemning thoughts.

'What can I do anyway? Even if I have knowledge of tracking It's impossible to track a person alone in such big areas.' It was the thoughts running in his head. 

'I already have my plate full. I cannot focus o things like that.' He again thought, it was denial and he knew it.

'Am I afraid to mess with my comfortable life? Am I abandoning that kid?' He asked himself.

'I aways believed that with great powers came great responsibilities… but in the end I am just a normal man.' He came with that conclusion. 

He continued walking a bit sad at his weakness with the excuse that at least he couldn't solve this problem immediately and the criminal probably already got away.

It was then that he saw a guy at the corner of his vision. The man was tall, taller than him, at least 1,90 m (6.2") and broad shouldered. The guy was using a cap and a medical mask, which was strange as no one uses stuff like that in public.

'I must have taken something, it's impossible…' He thought in confusion. The confusion was because in all news networks the image and description of the transgressor was shown, and as if a clone was appearing in front of him the supposed bad guy was right there.

'Is this a sign? Well, I cannot live with myself if I ignore such a blatant sign.' He made up his mind. There was a chance that it was not the guy but he would not lose vision with a suspect like the guy he saw.

Immediately Paulo took cover behind a car, the movement was done easily and inconspicuously, the people that were near him didn't even notice his shift.

'Let's see where you take me big guy.' Paulo thought never once loosing sight of his target.

(AN: Man, the job today was tough, only now I took time to write something. I gave it a time skip because our mc didn't gain any special power in his alternative life, If you didn't notice, all that he got was experience and trauma. I will show some things about his time in the alternative reality later. But now I'm gonna shamelessly ask you powerstones.

If you want to buy me a coffee the link is https://www.buymeacoffee.com/manoelpaulf )