I had taken my break.
It was long enough.
As much as I enjoyed spending time with the girls, I couldn't sit around forever. Anthony was still going through the files, and until he had something useful, I was at a standstill. That meant it was time to focus on my jobs again.
But there was a problem.
I hadn't gained a single skill from becoming a boxer.
It was weird. I remembered getting my Lawyer Portfolio instantly, and with it, I expected a flood of skills. But this time? Nothing.
Was this another case of my Instinct skill stopping me from gaining something? If so, why?
I exhaled through my nose. It was frustrating, but I had no choice but to trust my own subconscious.
For now, I needed to train.
I grabbed my new mask—the Beetle Mask—and slipped it on. The weight was reassuring. Strong, durable, built for impact.
Good.
Now, I just needed a trainer.
The first gym was a bust.
