The sun dawns on the beautiful city, gracing it with it's heavenly light as the clear skies allow it to fully shine over it. The presence of light breezes can still be felt as the aftermath of the showers it received the previous night. The school week has returned in full blast with crowds of students going to their respectable learning institutions to receive the knowledge they have paid to acquire.
[ Warning!]
[ Warning!]
The System wakes vigorously Kyran up from his peaceful slumber as he jolts up to the sight of his mother about to wake him.
"Seems you had a nice rest." she says as she walks to the rooms curtains "You have 40 minutes left before school starts so get ready quick!" she draws the curtains of the window which unleashes the sun's light to Kyran who shields his eyes with his hand for it was to blinding for him.
"Give me a warning at least." he nagged.
"Don't play with me boy," she challenged as electrical sparks came from her fingers "get up and prepare for school before you're late!" she goes in front of him shoots electricity at his chest.
He gets up quickly and runs to the shower while thinking of how he hates it when she does that. He does his preparations then quickly eats his breakfast and runs down the building. He thinks of using his bicycle to get there quickly but his bubble is instantly popped when he does not see it in the parking lot then he realizes that he left it from yesterday. He proceeds on foot to a bus stop and is able to reach it before it departs as he pays and enters. He is dropped off a few blocks from the school then runs into the building.
He quickly makes his way up the stairway to the floor of his class as he arrives and sits down on his distinct window seat near the back of the class just before the siren rang.
"That should be a new record for ya," his friend Michael greets him with a pat on the shoulder "did you hear the news about Kyra?"
"No," he ventured "why?"
"Well she..."
"Settle down please." he gets interrupted by the voice of Ms.Travers as she enters the class.
The students then get marveled by the sight of their teacher as a new commotion begins. The female students constantly whisper about her to each other as well as the male students, even Kyran is shocked to by the wonders he is witnessing.
"Excuse me," Ms.Travers pondered "what's all this commotion about, class is supposed to start."
"We're sorry Ms.Travers it's just," a female student admits "you look so beautiful today and we can't help but admire you."
"Huh??" she flusters.
The students were stunned although her outfit was a regular body-con dress which holds her nicely, black sling back shoes and glasses.
"Yeah you look so pretty." another girl compliments.
The female students kept complimenting her as she grew embarrassed. The males kept their conversations amongst each other as most of them were constantly looking at her ඞplotඞ.
"T-Thank you all for the compliments." she acknowledges "Now we'll carry on with our regular school day."
[ Warning!]
[ Warning!]
The system informs Kyran as he thinks that there might be danger like in the morning but he observes none.
"System Call." he whispers to check the issue "Notifications"
[ Notifications]
[ Warning: Catalyst's physical health is declining]
[Overweight must be avoided. Punishment will follow if ignored.]
"What a way to say don't get fat," he snarls "but I'm not even getting fat it's just lack of exercise."
"Kyran," Ms.Travers implied "seems your head isn't in the class please come back to us."
"Sorry miss." he recalled as she continued teaching. "Close" he whispers.
The rest of the school day goes as the last bell rings prompting Ms.Travers to bring her lesson to a stop. The day ends with the students leaving class while Ms.Travers is called to the office. Michael leans against the wall outside of class, scrolling through his phone. Kyran walks up to him and notices the look on his face.
"Dude, what's up with you?" Kyran asks.
"I'm just texting the class president." Michael answered "I asked her if we can hang out this weekend."
"Hang out? You mean, like the three of us?"
"Yeah, why not? We're friends, right?"
"Hold up, what do you mean we're friends? Natalie's the class president, Michael. We're just the slackers at the back of the classroom!"
"What? No, she's cool. Why wouldn't she want to hang out with us?"
"All she wants is for us to vote for her in the upcoming school elections. It's just politics, man."
"That can't be right. She's not like that."
"Oh yeah," Kyran loathed "because you know her so well. You guys were probably playing dolls together as kids."
"Hey, we were playing Transformers," he revolted "thank you very much."
"Dude, wake up. She's not our friend. She's just being nice to us so we'll vote for her."
"I don't know, man. I think we should give her a chance."
"Fine, but I won't be there I got stuff to do."
"Huh," Michael stares perplexed "what kind of stuff?"
Just then Ms.Travers interrupts the two.
"Sorry Michael but I have to take Kyran somewhere." she says.
"It's okay miss," he assures "can I come though?"
"Sorry it's something private."
"Huh, something-private..." he thinks carefully of the current situation "HOLD UP." he grabs Kyran away so they talk in secret.
"Dude," Michael marveled "when you said you have stuff to do, do you mean oh no, isn't this illegal."
"What are you ev-," Kyran realizes "Nooooo, man there's nothing illegal going on."
"My boy became a man already."
"No stop fantasizing."
"What are you boys talking about?" Ms.Travers asks.
"Nothing." Kyran says "Just another of his weird ideas."
"Okay then," she says "Let's go Kyran you're keeping him waiting and he's not a very patient guy."
"Okay see you later Michael."
The boys go their separate ways as Ms.Travers takes Kyran to the training hall behind the school.
The training hall stood before him, an expansive space filled with the promise of progress. Bright lights illuminated the room, casting a glowing aura over rows of gleaming gym equipment. Despite the presence of treadmills, weight benches, and fitness machines, there remained a surplus of unoccupied space, a vast expanse of possibilities.
The air was fresh, alive with the whispers of determination and echoes of ambition. The energy of the room was palpable, fueling the desires of those who sought to sculpt their bodies and push their boundaries. The sound of weights clinking and trainers offering guidance reverberated through the air, creating a harmonious symphony of effort.
In the heart of the hall, an open area beckoned, a canvas for personalized workouts and collective sweat sessions. The polished floor gleamed beneath the overhead lights, inviting individuals to move freely, to leap and stretch without constraint. It was a sanctuary for the dreamers and the dedicated, a space that breathed life into their aspirations.
This training hall was not limited by its gym equipment; instead, it boasted an abundance of space to run, jump, and challenge oneself. It encouraged exploration, providing room for personal growth and collective camaraderie. The high ceiling seemed to symbolize the vast potential that resided within its walls, urging each person to reach for their dreams.
Within this expansive training hall, the boundaries of possibility stretched as far as the eye could see. It was a place where determination met opportunity, where sweat mingled with resilience, and where aspirations became reality.
"Stop gawking and get over here!" Marcus shouts at him as he's only wearing a vest, shorts and sneakers.
Kyran, with a burning desire to prove himself, found himself face to face with his teacher, Marcus. With bulging muscles and an intimidating presence, Marcus was known for his rigorous training methods and high expectations.
As the session began, Kyran's heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and nerves. He was determined to impress Marcus, to demonstrate his strength and athleticism. Yet, with every task assigned, Kyran's attempts fell short.
First, a series of push-ups. Kyran struggled to lift his body off the ground, his arms trembling under the strain. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he strained to capture a semblance of strength, but his efforts proved futile.
Next, it was time for burpees - a challenging combination of a squat, push-up, and a jump. Kyran's coordination faltered, and he stumbled through each repetition, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated. Marcus watched with a critical eye, his disappointment evident.
The intensity continued to escalate as Marcus pushed Kyran to attempt pull-ups. Gripping the bar, Kyran hoisted himself up, but his strength waned, and he could barely manage to lift his own weight. Failure loomed over him like a heavy cloud, each futile attempt chipping away at his confidence.
With each exercise, Kyran felt his spirit diminishing. He couldn't help but notice the disappointment in Marcus' eyes. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't meet the expectations set before him. Doubt settled in his mind, clouding his determination.
Yet, despite the discouragement, Kyran refused to give up entirely. He knew that failure was a part of the journey, a stepping stone toward growth. With every fall, he became more determined to pick himself up, to prove that he was capable of improvement.
As the workout session neared its end, Kyran's muscles ached, and his body screamed for respite. But despite his exhaustion, a flicker of resilience burned in his eyes. He may have failed at everything that day, but deep down, he knew that failures were valuable lessons in disguise.
In the face of relentless challenges, Kyran vowed to return to the training hall, to face Marcus once more. He understood that success was not immediate, but rather a culmination of effort, perseverance, and learning from past mistakes. Though he may have fallen short, Kyran's determination to improve would serve as his driving force on his path to success.
"Take this." Marcus hands him a folded sheet of paper.
"What's in it?" he asks.
"A checklist of exercises you should do everyday. Now get running around 3 blocks and come back here now." Marcus says in demanding tone as Kyran runs out.
After some time tired Kyran walks down the lively streets busy looking at a sheet of paper with an annoyed look while making sure to be aware of his surroundings. His drenched gym clothes and sore muscles makes him prideful of his progression but the scent released from them greatly displeases the public around him.
His sheet of paper is filled with multiple different exercises that were recommended to him by Marcus but his displeased expression is due to the great amount that he was given to complete daily.
"He must be crazy," he thinks while walking "there's no way I'll be able to complete all of these in a day for every day the way I am. Wait, he won't know if I finish it or not so I can just fake it when I'm tired out."
[ System Scanning]
"What the ...?"
[ Scan Complete]
[ Daily Physical Milestones Set]
[ Milestones: 5hrs
-50 Push Ups[ ] -30 Jump Squats[ ] -30 Climbers -5 Mins Plank[ ] -5km Run[ ] -15 Pull Ups[ ] ]
[ If failed to complete punishment will immediately follow with time intervals to allow completion]
"This system just had to, and what's this punishment." he thinks "Probably won't be that much."
[ Challenge Accepted. Commencing Punishment Trial.]
"Commencing wha...."
Just then he feels tremendous pain from his crotch as though he's been kicked by a giraffe as he quickly falls to the ground in the fetal position while holding his crotch.
"what the aaaaarrgh is this!!" he tries to say but no words come out.
A crowd of concerned people circle him as a woman tries to assist then she gets pushed away by multiple men who come to his aid.
"Kid stay with us!" a man 1 shouts.
"Pull a hold of yourself, did you walk in the wrong way." man 2 says.
"All the men here are ready to help just say the word brother." man 3 says.
Then slowly but surely the pain fades away only leaving him in embarrassment. Without a word he gets up and runs away as far from the crowd.
"That's one strong little boy. Too strong." man 3 says as he holds his crotch.
"System, what the heck was that!" Kyran says.
[ Punishment Trial Successful]
[ Real Punishment will be far more effective]
"That was a lite version." he complains "Hold up. System call. Physical Maintenance. Why are the boxes next to the exercises empty. And the time limit is going down does that mean I have to do all this now."
[ Obviously]
"I really want to remove this sarcasm, it's really annoying."
[ Womp Womp]
He tries to complain but decides to keep it to himself and runs towards his schools hall to at least complete the running milestone.
He arrives at the hall to find Ms.Travers and a lot of objects of different shape, sizes and material. He walks up to her as she instinctively blocks her nose.
"Please," she complains "at least take a shower and change into the gym clothes in the changing rooms first."
He does so and comes in a tracksuit with his hair messed up though he's still very tired, he decides not to show it.
"Okay then," Ms.Travers says "for your focus training we're gonna use the stair method as in we'll start from easy stuff and we'll increase the difficulty." she levitates a hand-sized rubber ball and stands in a throwing position, "first thing I want you to do is stop this only using your focus. Let's start."