Nash had a problem, and that problem was that he was hard as a rock.
Figuratively.
He forced himself to slow down as he walked toward the court. He knew that getting too excited was the fastest way to fuck everything up. His System had basically rewritten itself, and his head was spinning with questions. He'd seen what happened to idiots who rushed into using a new drug without reading the manual first, and he didn't want to be that guy.
So, he started counting the things he didn't know.
First: how long was this "temporary" boost? An hour? A whole day? Or just one training session?
Second: would stacking these boosts wear him out? The System didn't tell him if using several of them in a row would drain his energy or leave him exhausted.
Third: what would thirty points of Strength actually do to a girl who had never been strong in her life? He was curious about how her body would react to that kind of power.
