'Arrrrgh'
I screamed after the final round of incline pushups.
It had only been five days since feathermost left the region. I think he went back to War continent, a most esteemed guess by the way. This strength training was absolutely killing it forget it bro. I only found it hard for the first 3 days but nevertheless I made sure to tick off every single cardio from that list before the clock struck 12 at midnight.
It was terrible on day one I almost felt like I would tear all my muscles. But then: 'It's better to die on the quest to attain strength than to die a weakling'. That was the catchphrase I used to keep that body going.
Feathermost had made this shit as easy as it could be. He had already set up the training area so I could see my own progress.
The area was divided into courts where pressure increased with increasing levels.
The levels where up to 100 of course. Your brother here had only completed 5 levels.
I planned to finish it 3 times over and add my own exercises to the routine.
Speaking of those blasted boulders though, Valt helped me refine the boulders by compressing some of the rock mass inward making it look like a dumbbell in the process.
Apparently he used his feathers. It was then I made a gentle note to self to stop pissing that bird off. Only as long as I could hold it in though. I wouldn't force restraint that's meh.
'Overhead frickin press' I said while lifting the boulders, my shoulders were shaking though.
Oh another thing I forgot to add, the boulders became heavier with each level. Valt really was considerate for a bird. But it still bugs me how he knows so much about human biology.
Note to self : Ask him later.
'And a 1 and a 2 and a 3 and a 4..... And a 10..... And a 13 and a 14 and a 15....30.............51.......60'
'Oof' I said muscles where sore now. I always thought back to the day King Pitch raided the 18th, it was my one eyed man, it was my drive. Anytime I slumped, I rise cause I knew I gat no other choice bro must pay. Blood with blood.
'Ooooh the squats haaaahhhhh' I cried while drawing down my eye bags. I swear doing the incline pushups was by far better than those squats. I mean those things were legit murdering the quadriceps and that just had to be the exercise that was too be done twice with the excuse of hamstrings. I knew he could have gotten another exercise but just to be a pain.... My hate for Valt soared rapidly then fell when I remembered that he did all this shit for me.
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'Come on my babies' I said while patting my legs. I swung my arm and cracked my neck
'Pra pra' I really loved that sound for dinner reason
'Here we go....'
'1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,pra,uhhhhhhhhh'
'Oof' I fell. For once I didn't like that pra sound l. It definitely wasn't a nice sound. I had apparently overworked those muscles. Perfect excuse to sleep rii. I was already slipping away excitedly then in my mind I recalled saw Pitch mocking me, then hatred filled me once again this time to the brim. The glint of my red eye could set the world ablaze at that moment. Then I thought to myself 'If that be-damned bird was here would I slack off? Na'
Then I went back to that court. I swore to myself that even if my leg muscles would bleed that day I wouldn't stop till 200 squats
'Maybe I'd even add 50'. I cheekily chipped in
'1..2..3..4..5..6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,15.......30,1,32,33,34,35......36...37...38...39...40,41...45....49...50
200 more!
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10.......25.......39.......50........79......90.......98,99,100
A100 more!
1,2,3........10........39...40.....50... Pra.....Uhhhh....51,52,53,54...Pra..... Hmph,....55...........72....89....99...pra...hun-dred'
Bang!!! I fell to the ground
'Hell yeah!' I laughed and then I was overcome with so much fatigue I passed out.
'Yawn... Maybe some shut eye'. It was already evening.
The next day at Dawn
'Eesh!' I exclaimed.
I found that my muscles were no longer hurting. I smiled lightly 'That bird, maybe he's not too terrible' 'Grrrrrr' my belly rumbled. I hadn't eaten for some time now, had I?
I stood up and gently stroked into the woods to pick some fruits that Valt had left.
I remembered dad taking me on those kind of journeys when we were younger and Mona was training.
'Erik. A man's true strength lies in his heart and his ability to lead others. That's what I feel. Don't tell your mum though, she'll say I'm misleading her son'
'Okay papa'
'I see Viktor so you always poison his mind at my back'
'Oh Marianne..... What a lovely surprise'
'Right'
'Erik, when I count to 3 you run'
'Mmm'
'So Viktor..'
'1..,2..'
'Explain yourself'
'And...3!'
Voom! Erik ran
Marianne was distracted and Viktor darted off the other way
'Y..You, get back here!!'
'Ha ha ha' Viktor chucked whine slinging Erik on his shoulder.
They ran further or off the woods then
'Oof' Viktor slipped.
'Mud?'
Then a silhouette appeared
'Oh I see you're on your mum's team huh'
'You got that right pa' Mona laughed
I looked at her very disapprovingly. As we were about to slip out mum came and seized us from the back with water chains.
'Run now'
Then dad splashed some mud on her
'You....'
Pah I threw another mudball. Then she loosed the chains. If you want to fight with mud I'll play fair
Pah pah pah in a second, it had turned into the first edition of the mud wars. Mud was flying around everywhere. We did that for an hour or thereabout. Then we fell tired. I hung my head down in fatigue
'What will the royal subjects say? What a bad example.' Dad said while shaking his head. We all laughed.
I was around 12 then I think. 'Oh the good old days'. I thought. Then I remembered that damned King Pitch and how he said he had killed King Viktor.
'I swear Pitch I will take your head' I thought maliciously
'Grrrrrr' my stomach screamed
'But before that. I think I'll have a lil feast'.
Munch munch
'Damn this stuff is good'
Note to self : Ask Valt where this stuff grows