[1 YEAR, 344 DAYS, 17 HOURS LATER...]
Gena was in the grand hall, counting, "1167.. 1168...1169..."
Pull ups.
Her body had transformed. Looking way fit and strong, toned like a sculpture. Akira grew bigger, too. His family has been visiting him, an orthodox group of sweet Japanese fighters who knew most secrets of the body. They bulked him up real good.
Standing at 6'2 tall, his confidence was off the roof now that he was recognised amongst the regime and the girls.
"Good morning, ranger. Ready for a mission this week?" He asked the girl.
"1197...1198...1199...1200! And yes," she turned, jumped and landed straight in front of him as he stared down at her beautiful, sweating figure.
"I'm born ready."
Akira chuckled, snaked his arm around her waist and kissed her softly. As if saying, 'I'm so proud of you.'
"Remind me your core strength score again?" Cheekily, Gena asked the ranger who helped pack her bags to leave the public gym. It was midnight.
"789." Akira winked.
