"Alright, it's time to do some training." Jet tried to clap his hands together. It looked weird since his right arm was missing. "Jeff, we will be sparring in the morning. Kayley, did you want to spar as well?"

"Sure, I may be getting rusty. But aren't you at a disadvantage Jetsford? You know, because of," she pointed at his right arm.

"Yes, my missing arm." Jet groaned. "I need to get used to my missing arm. So I'll need to train more. Of course, I only have a year of training which isn't enough. However, Jeff here has many years in multiple styles of fighting. So this is mostly to help me rather than him. As for swordplay, Kayley, I have seen your purple sword. Any chance we can train with swords?"

"Wait, you want to train with real swords? Usually, only masters don't use blunted swords." Kayley cringed at the thought of using her sword, mostly because she got the jitters looking at Jet's sword.

"I was going to ask Jeff to make us some blunt swords." Jet didn't want to use World Breaker. What if he didn't dodge? All he needed was to lose another arm or maybe a leg.

"That's no good. Anything I shape will break apart. If I burn, say, iron, it will cut through about anything. But once I stop the burn, it will break apart from anything I've shaped it into." Jeff explained.

"Burn?" Jet asked.

"That's what I call it in my head. When I use the metals, they slowly burn away. Even leave a scent when I use them." Jeff shrugged.

"What kind of scents, like they're burning?" Jet asked.

"I could help out with the practice swords." Kayley touched her right earring, and two of them appeared.

"I wouldn't know how to describe the smells. But they definitely have a unique smell for each." Jeff continued his and Jet's conversation.

"That's interesting." Jet said.

"Ok, let's get back on topic, you two. Jetsford, were you right-handed? Because it won't be easy to switch over." Kayley asked.

"I'm ambidextrous, don't worry. Now Jeff, during the afternoons, you'll work on your magic. I'll have to hold off for at least another day or two. Can't let my arm get in any worse shape than it is." Jet got interrupted.

"Why would you need to train in magic?" Jeff asked.

"Again, I've only been training for a year. I also learned some new magic to practice with. Like that teleport spell I used or whatever I did with the tsunami." Jet wasn't too sure how he had managed that event. But he was going to get to the bottom of whatever happened.

Jeff pulled out the ice crystal and looked at it. "Yeah, it still hasn't melted."

"Why do you keep that in your pocket?" Kayley shook her head.

"It's a souvenir." Jeff put the ice back in his pocket.

Jet stared at Jeff's pocket for a while before talking. "Anyways, after we eat dinner, we will," he seemed to be missing something. Jeff's pocket reminded him of something.

"Jetsford, is there a problem?" Kayley finally asked.

"I feel like I forget something very important. I'll remember later, hopefully. So after dinner, we will work on foraging because we need to eat something. The rat's Hogan got us isn't that palatable." Jet finished.

"Hey, if you got a problem with my meals. Then go out and get us something else to eat, and they were rabbits." Hogan walked away and mumbled. "Saying I'm cooking rats, young people."

"I thought the food was good." Tulle said.

"The food was fine. Earth has too many better options to compare to." Jeff waved a hand.

"Alright, let's get to sparring. Tulle, are you joining as well?" Jet asked, smiling.

Tulle did join them, and Kayley worked with her. Jet was not having an easy time going up against Jeff. It wasn't that he couldn't keep up. But every time his arm hit, the pain would shoot through his body. It was even worse than when his hand was cut from a bowl. Then again, he had been awake for that process. He figured it was a toss-up.

Jet, being slightly distracted, almost got punched in the face. He didn't understand how Jeff could move as he did. Jeff was far more limber than anyone Jet had fought before. Not that he had sparred with many people. Jet tried to twist and trip him up. But Jet ended up on his back instead. "Jeff, how often do you train again?"

"Ever since I've watched superhero movies. So around five, I've been learning everything I can." Jeff helped him back up.

"I think you would put a ballerina to shame." Jet panted, hoping noon would come soon. When he looked at Jeff, he was blushing. "You didn't."

"I might have done it for a couple of years when I was little. But they have parts for men as well." Jeff said.

Jet broke out in a laugh. "I'm so asking your mom if she has any videos now." Jeff was about to help Jet get up but walked away. "Don't be like that. I was just joking." He was not joking. He had every intention of asking.

"Jetsford, do you need help up?" Kayley stopped sparring with Tulle.

Jet lay there for a while before answering. "No, I'm good." Then he just relaxed for a while. "What am I doing," Jet asked the universe.

Kayley answered the question he had asked, however. "Your training."

Jet kept his eyes on the sky. "That's not what I meant. Why am I going out of my way to help this planet." Jet raised his hand and looked through his fingers at the sky. "I could leave. I am not sure I can help with this. By next week we could leave if it's just us three." Hogan and Tulle said they wouldn't leave with them. They would head west and start life over. Hogan said he would take care of Tulle. She was starting to see him as a grandfather figure.

"Then why don't you? It's not like you owe anything to anyone here." Kayley made sure to send Tulle away before talking. She didn't need to see Jet in this state.

"I know I don't. But something is telling me to go to this tower." Jet sat up to look at her. "You been here a few years. Know anything about the tower?"

"I don't know much. They call the place the Alteras Games. I've heard they send enslaved people into the place to fight each other for entertainment." Kayley clenched her fists on that last part. "My friend Hillian was sent there and died. I watched him die in the box that they watch the fights on."

Jet, at this point, was standing. "It's a television, the box that you watched. We have them on Earth." After hearing about the place, he wanted to go even less. "This place sounds like it needs to be destroyed."

Jeff came walking back and tossed Jet some water. "Alright, ready to get back to work?"

"Sure, let's get back to work." Jet decided to think about what to do for the next week. Of course, thinking about it while getting beaten into the ground was distracting.

Jet, at some point, thought lunch would never come. Jeff had not taken it easy on him. But in the end, he was sure he had learned nothing. "So we are doing magic practice next, right?" Tulle said far too happily.

"Yes, but can we eat Hogan's inedible food first." Jet leaned back in his chair.

"Why don't you cook then?" Hogan slammed a plate down in front of Jet.

Everyone looked at Hogan and said. "You said that you could cook."

Hogan blushed and said. "My wife always said I had a way with food."

"Yeah, love is blind," Jeff said, picking at whatever they had been served. He noticed Hogan glaring at him. "My mother thinks she can cook. Me and my dad just go along."

"My mother could cook. But dad was the better cook. Basically, I learned to cook from both of them." Jet was young at the time, but he loved cooking with them.

"What I'd give to taste your dad's nacho platter again." Jeff looked back on his memories of them as well.

"Jetsford, why don't you cook?" Kayley asked.

"I didn't want to hurt Hogan's feelings." Jet said.

"Right, you were the first to complain about my food," Hogan growled.

"Thanks for lunch Hogan." Tulle said and looked at Jet. "Can we learn some magic now?"

"Ok, let's head outside. I'd much rather not destroy the house." Jet got up and walked out with a very happy Tulle right at his feet.

"Ok, I want you both to close your eyes." Jet told Hogan and Tulle. "Now concentrate," he stopped to consider what to say. "Concentrate on your second self."

Both of them opened their eyes and said. "What?"

"Look, it's hard to describe. That's just how I think of my magic. I'd give you two some breathing techniques, but that doesn't feel right for the magic of this world." Jet noticed everyone staring at him now. "What?"

"Jetsford, you can use the magic of this world?" Kayley asked.

"Yes, that's what I used to save our lives in the elevator." Jet reached in for the same magic he had used before. It was there and at the front of his mind. The power to use his soul. With a thought, he Soul Teleported behind Kayley. It did not hurt as much this time. However, he could feel the strain on his soul and that he couldn't do it again for some time.

"Did he just use magic only the High King knows?" Tulle stared at Jet wide-eyed.

"Yes, he did," Hogan confirmed.

"But how?" Kayley asked.

"I don't know why I can use this world's magic now. But that isn't all I can do." Jet wasn't sure what else he could do, however.

"What else can you do?" Jeff's eyebrow raised.

"Not sure. The others feel more complicated, which is why I said magic practice. Now you two," he pointed at Hogan and Tulle. "Start practicing. Jeff, it would be best to work on mastering what you know. Kayley, I honestly don't know what you should do."

Jeff sighed. "I wish I had kept that aluminum in the elevator. Guess I'll work with whatever we got left." He looked at Kayley.

Kayley smiled. "Then I guess it was a good thing I stored all of it."

Jeff hadn't realized she had done that and cringed. "You know I put that on the elevator to stop us from falling. You know when the power went out, and we started to fall."

"That hadn't crossed my mind at all." Kayley's eyes went wide.

"That was a good idea." Jet laughed. "Good thing everything worked out in the end."

"I think I figured something out." Tulle screamed in delight.

Jet looked over at her. He hadn't noticed that she had been working on her magic. "What did you figure out?"

Tulle leaped into the air and yelled. "Soul Plate." No one knew what to say. She looked like she was standing in the air. "It was like you said. I just needed to be my second self."

Jet wanted to laugh but couldn't. He had no idea what he had said would work, and yet Tulle had proven him wrong. "See, I told you that would work." However, he would not admit he had no clue that it would work.

Hogan decided he would try finding his second self as well. After a few minutes, he grumbled. "I don't get it at all."

Tulle turned out to be quite gifted. After another few minutes, she Soul Teleported behind Hogan, laughing. "This is a lot of fun."

"Either Tulle has talent, or Jetsford is a very good teacher." Kayley had taken years to get used to her own magic.

"I'd go with talent," Jeff said and looked at Jet, who wasn't even listening.

Jet was busy in his mind trying to figure out Soul Plate. He rummaged around his second self for the spell. Then again, was it even a spell? Maybe this world's magic wasn't the same. So he thought about what Tulle had done. She jumped and landed on something. He tried to visualize the Soul Plate instead. Something clicked in his mind with the thought. Without a clue if it would work, he jumped up. "Soul Plate." Now Jet stood in the air.