Tutoring

Karish and I worked out in the gym for a few hours now. After running ten miles on the treadmill, he instructed me on a hundred reps of push-ups, sit-ups, squats and everything in between. for one

I was good at sports and I was used to the hard training before an important match but Karish was a ruthless coach and continued to pressure me to do more. Although he did the same exercises as me, he did not seem to exert himself at all.

When I finished another cycle with HIIT, I was exhausted from the horrible workout. I went through the last push-up before my arms let down and I let my body collapse on the floor.

"No time for breaks Stanlay! The enemy is not waiting for you when you get tired." Karish warned me.

"I do not see the point in doing all this! There is no enemy!" I complained. "I did not ask to be One Punch Man." I muffled against the carpet.

"What?" in Karish. I was not sure if he did not hear me or did not understand the reference.

I turned on my back and leaned on my elbows