Chapter 248: Creating An Organisation

Kalon cleaned Josinia up as best he could in the narrow shop bathroom, then got her back into the oriental dress before anyone in the front could ask why the try-on room needed a mop.

He took her straight from the convention district to Venduros.

Her house was quiet when they arrived.

Josinia pulled the hat off the moment the transfer finished and shook her white hair loose, still flushed from the changing room and still moving like she could feel the ghost of the plug when she walked.

Kalon waited until she had water in her hands and had sat down before he spoke.

"Josinia, I’m starting my own organisation," he said, finally revealing the reason why he had wanted to test all of this.

Josinia lowered the cup. Her eyes went wide.

"On your planet?"

"Yes, with fighters under my name, and matches that I control. No more working only under Atlas or answering to boards that want me as their product."

He watched her face carefully before continuing.

"That is why I took you into the crowd today. If you were able move on Earth without creating panic, then I won’t need to rely on humans. My greatest allies are people from other planets, after all."

Josinia’s pink eyes lit at once.

"You mean I could fight there. For you."

"Eventually. Disguised at first. Properly prepared. I still have to work out the logistics."

"Logistics?" She repeated, not understanding.

"Money. Venues. Rules. How to put you in front of humans without the country losing its mind. All of that boring stuff."

She set the cup down and crossed the space to hug him hard enough that her soft breasts pressed flat against him.

"Then work them out. I will be ready when you need me. I do not care if the first version is small. All I care about is being with you more on earth... Just the thought makes me excited."

Kalon smiled at her.

"I will tell you the details soon. For now, head home and get some rest. It’s been a long day."

Josinia kissed him once, quick and happy, and let him go only after another squeeze.

"I’ll be waiting for you."

Kalon sent her back into the safety of her own world routine and left while she was still smiling.

...

Although it had been a long day, it was far from other yet.

He still had another destination in mind, and it was Cryos.

...

Sifa was in the front room of the mansion with a pot already on when he arrived, like she had felt the visit coming.

The ice dragon lay near the low table, brilliant and large in all of it’s glory. With every visit, it seemed to have grown larger.

Sifa poured for both of them and sat close enough that her full ice breast brushed his arm through the thin dressing gown she wore at home.

"You look like a man with news," she said.

"I am building my own organisation on Earth." He explained just as he did to Josinia.

Sifa’s hand paused on her cup. Then the smile came.

"Your own organisation?"

"Yes." He brushed over the details. "Josinia already knows. I am telling you because you are part of that future if you want to be."

Sifa looked from him to the dragon. She reached out and ran her palm along the ridge of its neck. The beast leaned into the touch with a low sound that vibrated through the floor.

"Combat under your name," she said quietly. "And Earth. You are saying I could come there?"

"If we do the disguise work properly. If you want it."

"I want it." Sifa’s fingers stayed in the dragon’s scales. "He is getting strong enough. I am getting strong enough. If your world will hold us, I will come. I have thought about standing somewhere that is not only Cryos for a long time."

"It will not be simple."

"That’s fine with me." She poured more tea into his cup without looking away from him. "I will be waiting for your call."

They finished the tea with her still touching the dragon and asking practical questions Kalon could only half answer yet.

After an hour or so, Kalon left and returned to earth once more.

...

Earth again.

Kalon sat in the high-rise through the night with the city under the glass and a clean document open on his screen.

Sorting out the venue cost came first.

London spaces large enough for a proper card were a lot money.

He had to worry about Arena hire, security, death prevention shields, medical teams on standby, insurance, and more.

He ran rough numbers for a first event small enough to control and still large enough that people would take it seriously. Even the low end made the Oliver payout look smaller than it had the morning after Wembley.

Advertising was next.

His following was already climbing past the Dragon fight. That helped. It did not replace paid advertisements, however a social media post from himself would do a lot.

He noted agency contacts, self-run channels, and the simple fact that his own name was currently worth more than any logo he could invent overnight. One strong card could feed the next if he did not waste the attention he already had.

Finally, he had to sort out licensing.

Unlicensed combat brought government attention of the wrong kind.

Official combat sports registration, affinity-use permits, fighter medical clearance, organiser liability. He would need to sort all these things out before hosting a card.

The win money from Oliver allowed him to put these things into practise, as well as the first payment he had received from Atlas.

By the time the sky started paling, the page was full of costs, gaps, and order-of-operations notes.

Kalon leaned back in the chair, rubbed his face once, and looked at the phone on the counter.

He picked it up and opened the thread with Atlas.

He typed a message once, checked it, and sent it.

[What would I need to end my contract early?]