"Speech"
'Thoughts'
["Speech Through Technology"]
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Entering my house and making sure to lock the door, I ran upstairs. My room's door was still broken from when the doppelgänger kicked it in.
Putting my knives down, I opened my phone, ignoring any pictures I might find, and went to my files to see if any of my downloaded songs were there.
It was safe to say half the songs originally on the internet that I would listen to were gone, but I had a habit of downloading songs so that I could listen to them without ads.
I smiled as I saw them all in their correct place. I quickly began uploading them to one of many music-oriented sites but set all of them to private so nobody would steal them.
I could always plagiarize and make money off of them, after all. Setting up my playlist, I got to work with sit-ups; I wanted to do at least a thousand.
With the music pushing me farther, I quickly went through the sit-ups. Every time I felt my stomach get so sore that it seemed like I couldn't complete another one, I would feel something click inside me.
My body felt like it was on fire, even after the soreness went away. In real-time, I saw the change in definition the closer I got to 1,000.
The way the sit-ups I went through took less and less time made me feel like I was on the greatest high.
When I was finally done and made it to the first thousand, I collapsed as the heat felt like I was standing in 90-degree or higher weather.
My body was sweating only a moderate amount as I went through all of it, and after another clicking feeling, the heat that originally made me collapse felt like nothing.
I grew a massive, devious smile and turned around on the floor onto my stomach. Getting into good form, I began my thousand pushups.
At first, I sped through the first thirty. However, once I got past thirty, my speed began slowing down.
The soreness in my arms grew rapidly, with every push-up past forty feeling harder and harder to complete. It was to the extent that I felt I wouldn't make it to fifty until I felt another clicking sensation.
"This is amazing!" I shouted as I once again rapidly regained my energy. My arms were losing a massive amount of their soreness.
It was so great that I took off my tracksuit, the only bit of cloth covering me being my boxers.
'I want to see my progress with my own eyes! Show me everything you've got, body of mine!' I thought in sheer excitement as I continued doing pushups on my carpeted floor.
The more push-ups I went through, the greater the difference between the refresh rates. I might be able to break the human limit!
'Hopefully, my hair doesn't fall out.' I thought as I quickly went through the push-ups as if I were an unfeeling monster.
My arms grew in definition as I went through, giving me the ultimate feeling of progress.
Is this how Saiyans felt? It was addicting watching myself grow in strength actively.
I was in such a machine-like trance that I had stopped counting past 400. I just kept going as fast as I could.
Only when I felt I did enough, while my arms were still sore, did I immediately switch to squats.
The stamina training I did paid off, as only after 25 squats did I start to feel that all-too-familiar burning sensation, my smile getting even bigger.
I kept powering forward as fast as I could, but only when my legs were wobbling and unable to bring me up did I, once again, feel a clicking sensation.
The second it happened, I began powering through even faster. My inspirational music was blasting in my ears as I did so.
"Who's gonna carry the boats and the logs?!" I screamed to myself as the music I played kept me hyper.
The second I was done with the squats, I went to do pull-ups using the top of my doorway. It put a strain on my fingers to grasp it, and that's exactly one of the reasons I chose it.
I would focus on a thousand pull-ups, then a dead hang for around ten minutes. And if I couldn't hang for a total of ten minutes, I would keep going until I could.
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A few hours had passed. It was around 3 p.m., and I was currently focusing on my martial arts.
I had eaten after doing all of the thousand push-ups, sit-ups, squats, and pull-ups I set out to do, and I even did the dead hang for a total of fifteen minutes before I felt that it was enough.
I even went back to do more because I felt a thousand of each wasn't enough. I was currently shadowboxing, and it felt amazing.
I was way faster than I was in my previous body. It felt like borderline superhuman levels of speed, like the type of speed I see in Manhwa that has to do with martial arts.
The sweat on my body made it almost glisten. Is this what being a Hanma feels like? Right now, more than anything, I wanted a cryptid to burst through my door, into my house, and try me.
I felt borderline feral. I wanted to test out my speed and power on a living body so badly that I felt like I would start punching my wall.
Speaking of my body, I looked completely different than I did before. My arms were completely shredded while still being just a bit lean.
My legs were absolute monsters, perfectly crafted, and looked ready to expel power the instant I wished.
My back was also absolutely shredded, with the muscles on it being noticeable with a slight flex.
The abs took the most to craft, as I did an ungodly amount of sit-ups. I had the legendary eight-pack you would see in anime and manga. It was actually mesmerizing looking at it with my own eyes in real life.
I was thinking of calling this build a "heavy sleeper build." If I put on baggy clothes, you wouldn't notice, but the second I flexed hard, you would know.
I was probably just a bit more buff than the Dante from Devil May Cry 3. I don't remember him having as much definition as I did, though.
All I needed to do was focus on more knife training along with updating myself with my newfound speed and strength. I would need to know my new absolute maximum to get the most out of combining it with my boxing and Muay Thai.
I would hate to be the cryptid to fuck with me. The second a humanoid entity tries me is the second I put them into the dirt and make them beg me to kill them.
"Who knows?" I scoffed as I spoke before turning dead serious. "Maybe I'll get one of them to cry."