Raviel steadied himself under the barbell, sweat dripping down his temple.
He had managed a single rep, his arms and legs trembling slightly.
Garion clapped his hands together, his voice echoing across the training hall.
"Alright, Patriarch Raviel, that's a good first rep, but we're just getting started. Give me five more! Focus on your form this time."
Raviel was already sweating, but he grinned stubbornly. "You make it sound so easy."
Garion smirked. "It is easy when you stop fighting your body and start listening to it."
Raviel groaned as he lowered himself again, the bar trembling slightly on his shoulders.
Garion stepped closer, adjusting his elbow position.
"No, no. Keep your chest up. Don't lean forward too much. There, that's better. Now down... slowly! Breathe in. Up... exhale!"
Raviel followed his rhythm. By the third squat, his breathing grew heavier, his face flushed.
