Hajin pushed himself up from the floor for the five-hundredth time, his arms moving at a steady pace that didn't even burn yet. Sweat dripped from his chin and ran down his chest, highlighting muscles that looked like they had been carved out of stone overnight.
"So," Aria said, floating a few feet away with her arms crossed.
Her projection was noticeably larger this time, growing from the tiny shoulder-sitting mascot into a hovering figure about the size of a small child, her light illuminating the room.
"How do you like the new optimized vessel?" She asked, tilting her head as she watched him work.
'It feels ridiculous,' he thought, completing another rep without breaking his steady breathing rhythm.
