I stood in front of the mirror in my bathroom, the fluorescent light unforgiving.
My leg brace was still a part of my daily uniform, a stark white testament to the accident that had changed everything.
I looked at myself, at the same person who had scored the winning goal in the Coppa Italia, and I felt like a stranger.
My cheeks were a little hollower, my eyes a little less bright. This wasn't the body of a world-class athlete; it was the body of someone who had been broken and was slowly being pieced back together.
I closed my eyes and focused. The Vision had returned, but it wasn't perfect. It was like a weak radio signal, sometimes clear, sometimes full of static. I needed to see. I needed to know.
I opened my eyes and looked at my own reflection. I poured all my energy into the reflection, into the person in the mirror, and a faint, hesitant aura shimmered around me.
The numbers appeared, and my heart sank.
Leon (Potential: 94, Current: 83)
