Gabatrix: Force and Vehemence

Chapter 3: The Foreign Champion

Two weeks have passed.....

The Itrean hotel was one of the oddest rooms to be ever constructed. The alien world of New Atrea was more significant than Earth. Its gravity was much stronger than Earth, and it could be felt in Bransen's legs. It caused him to sit down regularly by his bed as his coach would check in on him.

"How are things, champ?" Saburo asked him.

"Like dragging nails through a thick carpet," Bransen replied.

Saburo was dressed in his white and gray sweatpants with his signature blue and red jacket. The room wasn't like any typical human hotel. It was generally smaller, even for the "luxury suite" variant. The interior consisted of growing green vines and fruits that lined the walls. It reminded Bransen of the transport ship they took to get here. A retractable bed that consisted of a petal-tongued plant rested on one side of the wall closest to the window. This involved smacking the petal to the point that it would roll outward. It was oddly firm to handle his weight. The scent was also quite pleasant. However, if left unoccupied, the bed would retract and reroll back into itself again. It was almost considered to be alive. There was a kitchen and a restroom, but enough was said, the better. At least the man had access to display screens to watch various shows and media that were broadcasted throughout the T'rintar clan territory.

Saburo pulled out another stimulant from his pocket. He looked at the vial syringe closely before bringing it to Bransen's neck. A simple press was all that was needed to inject its contents into his body.

"Ugh...," Bransen commented. He gripped his red and blue sweatpants.

"Your body is taking the stress, but they're getting better at countering the effects of the higher gravity," Saburo explained. "Your body is handling the strain pretty well. Maybe we need one of your finest cuisines to strengthen those bones of yours."

Saburo went and put the syringe back into his pocket. Then, he went and sat at one of the nearby wooden seats. Bransen shook his head as he looked at the room.

"You look like you're handling the gravity well....," Bransen remarked.

"New Olympia has more gravity than Mars," Saburo replied. "Although...." He looked down at the prominent bulge between his legs. "Some things I can definitely feel the weight."

Bransen always did his best to look away from Saburo's large crotch. It wasn't the coach's intention, but it was difficult not to notice it. Bransen wondered if his coach had augmented genitals. While he probably wasn't the most endowed, the bulge was caused by something else. How the man was able to walk around without crushing his testicles by accident was a mystery. Whatever the case was, his coach probably had a lucky spouse to enjoy it. Bransen pressed on with his small talk.

"I'm still surprised that you left," Bransen said. "I rarely hear about that colony."

There was a short pause in Saburo before he smiled. "Hmm. Let's just say that I treasure the times that I can leave and see the UWA at its finest. Including even training the best."

"Well....here I am."

"I admit....." Saburo nodded his head. "I wasn't expecting it too much, either."

"You doubted me?"

"I doubted the chances, not you. You had to fight over twelve matches before reaching the final round with Olsson. Even a good fighter can get taken down in a match. Much like the Blue Pounder, you'll have your hands full in keeping that title next year."