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I stretched and felt strength return to every part of my body. My life had only just begun.

The last thing I need is an audience while I potentially make a fool of myself. "Okay, first test: strength." Riley points to the training weights—massive iron bars that the strongest warriors use for conditioning. "Try lifting that one." It's easily three hundred pounds. Before yesterday, I couldn't have budged it. But now, when I grasp the bar, it feels manageable. Not light, but definitely liftable. I hoist it overhead with effort but without the struggle I expected. "Holy shit," Riley breathes. "That's Alpha-level strength. Maybe stronger."

Philip waved her away and added, “Your makeup doesn’t need to be so heavy.” After the woman left, Philip took out Nine Lunar Technique and flipped through it. It was not exactly a body practice technique. The book was divided into nine sections, with emphasis on the internal complementing external and external protecting the internal. In the end, both internal and external would be indestructible, and all bases would stem from a person’s internal strength. He wondered if different internal strengths could practice this method. Philip closed his eyes and tried to stimulate his strength according to the description in the first section.

Curious, I followed him. The weight area still intimidated me a little. Large metal plates. Bars. Racks. Things that looked like they could easily crush a person. Bastian picked up one of the smaller weights and handed it to me. “Strength doesn’t come from punching harder,” he said. “It comes from building the muscles that support the movement.” I turned the weight in my hand. “So lifting these helps?” “Yes.” He gestured toward my shoulders and back. “You need strength here. And here.”

"On your feet! We move to strength training now. Show me you can handle proper weightlifting." With an inward groan I heaved myself upright, legs wobbling alarmingly. Following Kieran's directions, I wrapped my palms around a thick oak stave and took up a wide stance facing him. "Bend with the knees, keep your back straight!" he snapped as I lifted the heavy staff overhead in a clean military press. "Don't let those scrawny chicken arms buckle!" Jaw clenched to keep snapping a retort, I focused on slow breathing and form. Up...down...up...down...

His voice dropped to a whisper, but it sent my pulse racing. “Then your body will keep changing on its own. Without guidance. Without protection. And you know... that’s not a pleasant experience.” Instinctively, I touched my wrist—where he had held me earlier. I could still feel the calming sensation. When he let go, the world became noisy and overwhelming again. It was unbearable. Damn it. “I don’t like feeling trapped,” I whispered, but my eyes started scanning the first page of the contract. “I don’t like seeing you hurt,” he replied.

My body feels sore after Josie’s ambush the previous night, but stretching does help. “We’re going to start with light weights,” Kane begins. “Building your overall strength will be our main focus.” As I finish my stretching, Kane picks up the smallest weights he’d set out and hands them to me. “Do some curls,” he states. I awkwardly do what he says, lifting the weights toward my chest. I have a small grimace on my face, knowing I’m doing it wrong. But that doesn’t mean I’m pleased when I hear Kane snort out a laugh.

My stomach still fluttered with nerves. As the stretching ended, mats were pulled out, the dull thud echoing across the gym. A few of the boys paired off immediately, playful but rough, already testing each other. My throat tightened. This was it- the part where I'd have to move and fight. "You'll start with stance," she explained. She shifted into position, feet apart, knees bent, arms raised. She looked steady, grounded, like nothing could knock her over. "This is the foundation. Without a strong stance, nothing else works."

Doesn't coddle me or tell me to "honor my body." He pushes. Hard. "Again," he says as I stumble through a defensive stance. "Your weight is too far forward. If someone shoves you, you'll go down." "I'm trying—" "Try harder." He demonstrates the correct position. "Like this. Center of gravity low. Knees bent. Ready to move in any direction." I copy his stance. My thighs burn within seconds. "Better. Hold it." I hold it. Shaking. Sweating. "Good. Now I'm going to push you. Don't let me knock you over."

I hide my discomfort and continue to show the class the correct form for the exercise. When I realize they’re not focused on me, I sit up and set my elbows on my knees with a sigh. “Look, ladies. Here’s the real deal. If you want a killer bootie, like, one the guys will go crazy over, this is going to give you that. Also, this exercise makes the best muscles to knee them in the groin if they can’t keep their hands to themselves. Either way, you’re gonna want to pay attention. This exercise is a foundation for a lot of other exercises.”