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"I thought we were training for racing." "We are," he said, starting to walk toward the far end of the track. "Racing isn't just about driving fast, it's about endurance, about maintaining focus when your body is screaming at you to quit, about having the physical strength to control a car at speeds that want to kill you." He stopped, turned back to look at her. "Your body is a machine just like the car, if the machine isn't maintained properly it breaks down and when you're traveling two hundred miles per hour breaking down means dying."

But the words felt hollow, worn thin by the memory of his voice, his touch. She started again, forcing herself to move, flowing through the exercises Vira had drilled into her. Lunge, pivot, listen. Her breaths came sharp and fast, her body falling into a practiced rhythm. Sweat beaded on her brow, trickling down her temples, and for a while, it worked. The noise in her head dulled, replaced by the burning ache in her legs and the steady thump of her heart. The scent of pine and damp earth filled her lungs, pushing out the turmoil.

The early morning sun gleams softly overhead as Miyuki leads me down a dirt path, one that leads us to the Raven Moon training grounds. Sweat, grunts, and tension hung through the cool morning air. Rows of pack members are locked in intense drills, their bodies moving in sharp, coordinated bursts. Some spar hand-to-hand, their strikes fast and brutal, while others shift mid-movement, their wolves snarling as they tear into padded dummies designed to withstand claws and teeth.

I would strive to break the curse, to rewrite our destiny, and to reclaim the love that was slipping away. I quickly put on my tracksuit and made my way to the training grounds, determined to keep my skills sharp and my body strong. Training was not only a means of physical exercise but also a way for me to channel my emotions and clear my mind. The crisp morning air filled my lungs as I jogged along the forest path that led to the training grounds. The sound of my footsteps echoed through the quiet woods, creating a rhythm that matched the beating of my heart. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting a warm glow on the ground.

“No. I barely felt it. That was your mulligan. Try again.” I hit him several more times, and I wasn’t surprised when he didn’t seem fazed by any of them. “Okay, that’s enough,” he said. “Your form is good. If you were fighting a six-year-old, you would fare well.” “I guess that’s something,” I muttered. “How do I get better?” “There are quite a few things you would need to do. First, work on strengthening and conditioning the whole body, especially the core and all the tiny connecting and stabilizing muscles that always get overlooked.”

i will be invinvible enough to protect everyone tha5 I wanted to protect until they reach theur happy ending Anyway, until 8 : 30, I continued my training. But when I felt like it's already time for my rest, I decided to continue everything tomorrow since I was able to improve today anyway. Overworking my body is good to raise my physical abilities but I should not do it repeatedly because my body can be ruin and can result in to a much more troublesome work

Sometimes the surface and landscape also demand some changes to the movement technique. Anom had trained his movements on various kinds of terrain, and the forest was one of them. Otherwise, he would not have survived till now just based on his speed. Anom focused and observed the use of energy and the movements of muscles inside his body. He controlled the energy used during his movements and tried to make it more efficient while reducing any waste. This also increased his understanding of how his body uses energy. All in all, this was the only positive side to this situation. Soon, he had increased the distance between himself and the beast again, and he was still improving.

Now I have to rebuild it slowly. “Do not rush,” the trainer says again. “If you force it, your body will stop you.” I do not respond, but I hear him. This time, I listened. I hold myself back. I take a breath and reset. One step to the right. Straight punch. Pull back. Guard up. Sweat starts dripping from my chin. My hands feel warm, my muscles begin to move more in sync. Not perfect, but much better than before. I pause for a moment and look at myself in the mirror.

Krist agreed. Swimming was actually one of the workouts that Krist enjoys so much. He loves that it tones a lot muscles in your body while making it not feel like such a chore. Fitness was a very important part of his life, but he’s also a strong believer in doing exercises that you actually like and don’t mind doing. That way, you do not feel discouraged to keep going and it can actually be a fun past time.