Part-110

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

  "I wonder if this is a good gym," Ryan mused aloud. "You should sider 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, uanding dawning on his face. "Ah, that's how it is. Well, that makes sehen. Just remember, don't push yourself too hard. You 't bee 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 . "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 aermination.

  The familiar st 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 stant reminder of the gap between his current skills and his aspirations. He o get stronger, faster, and more resilient.

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

  He wasn't aiming to bee the stro ht; he just wao be strong enough to hold his own in that short span of time.

  With a determiride, he approached the gym's owner, Miss Riva, a petite woman with a fierce reputation for pushing her ts 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 newfouermination.

  Miss Riva smiled, a glint of respe 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, aehe duration of his cardio sessions. His body screamed in protest, his muscles ag 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 learo master calisthenics, plyometrics, and funal 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 specuted that because he have a special "hax" in him, which expihis rapid progress. The days turned into weeks, each session being a battle against his own limitations.

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