Chapter 89 – SS-Rank Potential
12:12 PM – Ice Bath Recovery
Steam wafted off the hot drinks nearby. Nathan sat shoulder-deep in icy water, jaw clenched. Muscles twitching from the shock.
Valverde sat beside him, arms folded across his chest like he was meditating through the pain.
"I saw you scanning everyone again," Valverde muttered, not opening his eyes.
Nathan smirked. "You saw that, huh?"
"You've got a look when you're analyzing. Like you're trying to solve a puzzle no one else can see."
Nathan didn't reply immediately.
He looked up at the wall—covered with match prep photos of Newcastle. Pressing zones. Transition shapes.
"We need every edge we can get." He finally said.
Valverde cracked an eye open. "You planning on coaching us too?"
Nathan let out a soft chuckle. "Only if you start listening."
Valverde grinned, then let himself sink lower into the freezing water. "Tch. You better bring that Champions League, Perry."
