The Ten-Day Grind
The next ten days were like a hell for him, not the kind of hell that one goes to after he dies—but the kind that broke your body again and again into pieces, then asked if you could smile right after that.
Day 1
Ryan woke up the next morning before the sunrise, motivated. His body still ached from yesterday's training with Arthur and Maya; a little effect of Kai's pressure was still in his mind. But Arthur was waiting for him today as usual.
"Ryan, warm up." Arthur said flatly, no sympathy in his voice.
Ryan started to jog on the treadmill until his legs gave up, and his lungs were burning as they cried to him to show them a little mercy. Then, without any break, he started practicing the moves until his knuckles turned red.
Maya came to the gym a little late, but she didn't waste any second and joined in for the training session. Her hair was tied in a ponytail behind her head—she helped Ryan do some mobility training and correct his posture.
