𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬, 𝗔𝗜𝗠, 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗧! ➵ 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗀𝖾𝗇

02.

"You're training hard," peaking your head at the door of the training ground, you saw Narumi training once again. You watch as he grips the handles, his muscles flexing under the pressure as he continues his chest pressed. Sweat beads on his forehead, his eyes were sharp as he huffs a few deep breathes with each press.

A hum escaped your lips when he ignored you, you slowly walk inside the training ground and look around. There were other equipments, used towels, and water bottles that are scattered on the floor, making you grimaced at the mess that he had made.

Shrugging your shoulders as you grab your hair tie on your wrist before gathering your hair in a low ponytail. You started picking up the used towels on the ground, picking it up and tossing it in the small basket as well as the water bottles and throwing it on the bin that is inside the training ground.

As for the equipment, you place them back where they're safely tuck in. It is a hazard to leave any heavy equipment laying on the grounds. You could still hear the clinking of the machine as Narumi focused on doing his chest press, you wonder why he was training so hard and not staying late at night playing his games.

"Is this what losing to Shinomiya Isao-san do to you?" Your sudden question made Narumi glared at you, the sound of the machine clinking stop as he huff a breathe, his eyes piercing through the back of your head. "I.. I did not lose!" He denied, scoffing as he rested his back onto the chair.

You only chuckle at that, remembering his face as he lay on the training ground, other soldiers eyeing him. The examination for this year happened last week, and you weren't even surprised that Narumi top the ranks. It didn't come to a surprise that he had ace the written exam as well.

He is smart, if only he could use his brain every day.

You raised an eyebrow and a playful smirk formed on your lips. "Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re actually sweating over it. I didn’t realize you took defeat so personally. Should I expect to see you lifting weights in your sleep next?" Narumi could only groan at your words, he knew he wouldn't win against you especially if you keep teasing him.

You laughed lightly as you finished tidying up the equipment. "At this rate, you’re going to end up with arms so huge that you’ll have to take out a second mortgage just to buy sleeves that fit." Narumi’s face darkened with annoyance, his brow furrowing as he slammed the weights down. "Seriously? Can you stop with the ridiculous comments? I’m just trying to train." He let out a groan as he continue to glare at you.

"Whatever you say, Gen." You just wave at him dismissively in which he let out a groan and eyed you with hostility in his eyes. You also remembered him bragging to Shinomiya Isao that he was the 1st in rankings in Neutralizing the Kaiju. He had a wide grin on his face as he boast about it, kinda reminding you of the time when he excelled all of the subjects in an exam at school, when you had a bet with him.

The loser will buy anything the winner wants.

As you remembered it, you seem to spoiled Narumi way back then. But at least, he showed results, right? Just like what Shinomiya Isao wanted now.

"What are you even doing here?" He ask you, staring at your figure as you grab a wooden sword off the wall, staring at it and twirling it in your hand. Giving a small smile as you walk into the center of the training ground, you could feel his eyes on your movements as he awaited for what you're about to do.

You grip the wooden sword firmly, feeling the weight shift smoothly in your hands as you begin your routine. With a swift motion, you twirl the sword in a seamless arc, letting it slice through the air with a graceful precision. Your body moves in perfect harmony with the blade—each step and turn timed to enhance the flow of your movements. You spin and pivot, the sword tracing elegant patterns in the air as you demonstrate the skills and control you had learned for the past week.