Bully Lord

Part-110

They had to part ways when James reached the front of the gym. Ryan glanced at the building, his brow furrowing slightly.

"I wonder if this is a good gym," Ryan mused aloud. "You should consider going to a better one."

James shook his head with a small smile. "Nah, the gym trainer here is a former member of the police force. She was a colleague of my father, actually. So, it's easier for me to learn from her."

Ryan nodded, understanding dawning on his face. "Ah, that's how it is. Well, that makes sense then. Just remember, don't push yourself too hard. You can't become strong in a week or even a month. It takes years of training and experience. Coach Gin is 40 years old and has been at it for a long time, and you're only 16. So, take it easy."

James smiled, appreciating Ryan's concern. "Yeah, you're right. Thanks for the advice."

Ryan gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before they finally parted ways. As James walked into the gym, he felt a mix of excitement and determination.

The familiar scent of sweat and iron filled the air as James stepped into the gym. The memory of his brutal sparring session with Coach Gin still lingered, a constant reminder of the gap between his current skills and his aspirations.  He needed to get stronger, faster, and more resilient.

Even though Ryan was right, it didn't mean James couldn't close the gap enough to stay on the mat for two minutes without getting knocked unconscious again.

He wasn't aiming to become the strongest overnight; he just wanted to be strong enough to hold his own in that short span of time.

With a determined stride, he approached the gym's owner, Miss Riva, a petite woman with a fierce reputation for pushing her clients to their limits. "Miss Riva," he began, his voice firm, "I want to increase my workout routine. Double it, actually."

Miss Riva raised an eyebrow, her eyes assessing James with a mix of surprise and approval. "Are you sure about that, kid? Doubling your workout is no joke."

James nodded, his resolve unwavering. "I'm ready," he said, his voice filled with a newfound determination.

Miss Riva smiled, a glint of respect in her eyes. "Alright then," she said, her voice firm. "Let's see what you're made of."

From that day on, James' gym routine became a grueling ordeal. He doubled the number of sets, increased the weight on his lifts, and extended the duration of his cardio sessions. His body screamed in protest, his muscles aching with every movement. But he pushed through the pain, fueled by a relentless drive to improve.

Miss Riva, impressed by his dedication, began to incorporate more advanced exercises into his routine. James learned to master calisthenics, plyometrics, and functional training. His body transformed, growing leaner, stronger, and more resilient at an accelerated rate. It was as if his one day's workout resulted in the growth of a normal person's week. James speculated that because he have a special "hax" in him, which explained this rapid progress. The days turned into weeks, each session becoming a battle against his own limitations.

Yet, despite the physical exhaustion, James felt a sense of exhilaration. He was pushing the boundaries of his human potential, testing the limits of his endurance.