"Hahh! Hahh! Huff! Haa.... Haa..."
The crisp winter air echoed with the heavy, exhausted breathing of Jason as he was sprinting towards the gym in the early morning. Each breath hung visible in the cold, a rhythmic symphony of determination cutting through the quiet dawn.
He seemed to be wearing sports shorts and a t-shirt, along with the tracksuit that was now tied over to his waist. Despite the bone chilling outside, he was filled with sweat and a red face. The people passing by from their morning walk were all watching him with surprised eyes, as even though they were tightly equipped with winter clothes, this guy felt like a burning furnace in himself. Meanwhile, Lucas was also seen waiting for him outside the same martial arts gym, 'Iron Fitness Gym'.
"Good morning"
"Morning Hyung!"
After yesterday's incidents, Lucas became a bit popular among other gym members, as a few who were present at the scene yesterday were seen greeting him early in the morning while entering the gym. He also greeted them with gestures as suddenly his gaze moved over Jason.
"Ahhh, I'm here... Hah! Now, 30 minutes break!"
Jason somehow managed to arrive over place and immediately melted over the ground in exhaustion. Lucas took a glance over and then at the fitness smart watch over Jason's wrist.
"Take a 10-minute break inside the gym; don't waste the heat generated by the cold outside. Did you eat the amount of food I instructed?"
"Yeah... I almost felt like throwing up, but I still did it; swallowing was the hard part."
Jason gave a confident reply, and next, Lucas just reacted with a nod and moved inside the gym as he instructed.
"Your body is way too skinny to provide the proper 'force' needed for an actual fight; we can't wait to always wait for the other party to get exhausted and fall with a push of the wind, with a height of 5'10 and a weight of just 57. I am surprised why girls aren't jealous of your body's weight management.
"That's harsh."
"Like I ever cared."
Lucas sniggered and just kept moving in silence, and as they were walking inside, Lucas's eyes moved over towards all the heat Jason's body had generated despite the exhaustion. In the early morning of Seoul, no less
'The body fat burns too fast in his physique; no matter how much he eats, it all gets digested way too fast compared to a normal body.
Kid generates heat like a furnace, burning calories faster than he consumes. He takes a normal amount of food, but despite that, he can't contain it within him. I would have never guessed his rich background from just his physique.
But this kind of physique isn't actually a flaw. I remember a guy from my circles back in France who burned calories like crazy and ate like a pig, but despite that, he was quick. His style of fighting was way too quick and agile, even when compared to elites. Maybe if Jason really does manage to have that physique...'
Suddenly goosebumps ran down Lucas as he looked over Jason, minding his own business while slowly taking control of his breathing as the lift was moving upwards. Next, suddenly, a crafty, crazy look emerged over Lucas's face.
'Guess I'm not just sharpening a tool now... I'm making a personal dagger for myself!'
*Ding!*
The lift opened up as Lucas and Jason moved out to the gym hall again. The people there have started paying attention to them in just a few days. The judo instructor from yesterday was also there, clearly hostile towards Lucas, but still no words, as his ego as a professional had already touched the ground after yesterday's confrontation.Β
"We will train the base again for 2 weeks straight, with a strong food intake, stretching muscles, increasing stamina, and lastly, repeated kickboxing training."
Jason nodded over Lucas's instructions, and so the first day of the training regimen started. Lucas had already started the 30-minute light jogging regimen for Jason; after that, there was 3 hours of training at the gym; the first hour was basic pushups, pullups, and squats; there was no fixed number for them; it was simply do it till your body can't move anymore; along with that, the repeated practice of kickboxing moves again and again for the 2 remaining hours straight.
Jason repeated this same exercise at home for 3 hours. He kept this practice for the next 2 weeks as Lucas accompanied him like a trainer back in the gym, and rest was up to his own willpower, but as someone doesn't just change into a new leaf with 2 days of exercise, it wasn't like Jason never felt like giving up, but
"Coward, is that what you are? Can't handle a little pain, pussy? Those bullies certainly won't be gentle. Are you going to let them mock you, belittle you, and get away with it? You're either a fighter or a failure. Make the choice, kid!!!"
"Arghhh!!!"
Whenever Jason felt like Lucas was always there mocking him to strengthen his will, he was turning the rage into motivation for Jason to train harder and never forget that the more he sweats here, the less he will bleed in the fight ahead, but even then, the training regimen was something even professional fighters couldn't take in normally. Jason sometimes had mental demons develop, but
"Look at you, giving up already? What? I thought this would be a walk in the park. Life's not going to hand you victories on a silver platter. You're pathetic. The world will chew you up and spit you out if you keep whimpering like this. Are you even worth training? Prove me wrong, or stay a loser forever."
Lucas, like a demon, was always stuck in his head. Slowly, the training went even harsher; the flexibility and stretching training turned harsher; and while trying to straighten his legs, Jason's struggles increased even more each day.
Lucas even added compound exercises like deadlifts and bench presses in a few days. On his second week, he even added sandbags over his arm, legs, and body and made him do all the training, remove the leather dummy, and instead spar with Jason himself to show how unpredictable a human can be in a fight.
Lucas was harsh and always maintained an overwhelming difference, but not to the point where Jason would feel despair in front of the wall of Titans ahead; he adjusted to a level where Jason could feel change.
The first kick didn't reach Lucas, the second kick neither, nor the 3rd, nor the 4th, nor the 5th, but as the 85th kick did touch Lucas's pads, the satisfaction on Jason's face was motivation that equaled that of the emperor's after conquering golden dynasties.
Lucas maintained harshness but always remembered to make Jason realise his growth. In the face of that inhumanly harsh training regimen, the growth was the only motivation keeping Jason going. Jason forcefully took more food than he ate normally, and slowly his intake naturally increased too. He could now do three people's normal food intake by himself.
From the 3rd week, along with the harsh training regimen, Lucas started the addition of actual sparing with him on the ground. In the early morning, where there are rarely people outside, Lucas started taking Jason to parks, roadsides, and other places with various sorts of grounds to make him understand the importance of surroundings during a street fight.
Of course, Jason wasn't going to suddenly get years worth of experience with a week worth of fighting; hence, Lucas instructed Jason himself about each and every detail. Jason was now spending his 10 hours worth of training straight up, then 10 hours sleeping in exhaustion, and the remaining 4 hours were where he stuffed himself to death and had some entertainment to keep his mental health going.
The training was literal hell, but the results were nothing less than heavenly, as after 3 weeks on the last day of the winter vacations, Jason was seen practicing with the dummy back at the gym.Β
His skinny body has gained muscles; the weight had barely reached 60 kg, as the insane training regimen took back the weight he was gaining, but instead now he had more stamina; the physique he possessed was quite naturally gifted as well, and now with 3 weeks worth of repeated training of kick boxing moves again and again, he engrained those moves in his body and soul straight, and now as for the force in his strikes, Jason was literally burning his testosterone for this.
Jason's first roundhouse kick targeted the midsection of the training dummy, aiming for the imaginary opponent's torso. The impact resonated with a resounding thud as Jason pivoted on his supporting leg.
The second kick swiftly followed, directed at the dummy's head level. Jason executed a high roundhouse kick with remarkable flexibility, showcasing his improved range of motion. The impact echoed through the gym, emphasising the power behind the strike.
For the third kick, Jason shifted his focus to the lower section of the dummy, delivering a low roundhouse kick. His leg swept in a swift, controlled motion, connecting with the dummy's simulated legs. The rapid succession of kicks demonstrated Jason's agility and the comprehensive training he had undergone.
The fourth and final kick returned to the midsection, completing the combo with a well-rounded series of strikes. Each kick displayed not only technical proficiency but also the newfound strength and precision acquired during the rigorous three-week training regimen. The dummy stood testament to Jason's dedication and improvement in kickboxing skills.
And the growth not only astonished Jason, but the whole gym that watched him train like crazy was now a fan of that dedication.
"Huff... Ha... Ha... I won't lose, right, Hyung?"
Jason, who had his hair grown quite a bit, turned to question Lucas, standing right beside him with folded arms and a smirk on his face.
"Definitely not"
Lucas said that Jason grinned and, with a smirk, grabbed the towel lying on top of his gym bag, and with a light tap over, Lucas left towards the exit.
"I will be waiting outside."
"Hmm"
As Jason left, Lucas remained there, standing, watching the darkened marks over the gym dummy because he had repeated practice for weeks. Next, with a quiet look at that dummy, he suddenly moved on to position and, out of nowhere, suddenly executed a roundhouse kick straight on the head of that dummy. This time, as his leg touched the head of the dummy, the whole head was ripped off from the neck, and the foam packed inside also burst open.
*Baaaammmm!!!*
The impact sound from the strike left the whole gym silent as Lucas quietly picked up his own gym bag and, with a silent mutter, left the place.
"My moves are getting dull... I should start practicing with Jason next time; I will need to worry about him getting too pressurised now."
*Bam*
With that, Lucas left the place through the door, while the people training here immediately left their training dummies and exercise and just looked straight at the ceiling with wet eyes.
'Fucking monsters! They should train inside a cage! Why do you compare us with your skills? Fuck'
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