Well-Rounded : OPM X Invincible Fan Fic

Chapter 47: The Why's and the Maybe's?

This is a work of fan fiction based on Invincible and OPM, created by their original authors. I do not own any of the characters or settings from the original work, and no copyright infringement is intended. This fanfic is created solely for entertainment purposes.

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 Thump... Thump... Thump... Thump...

"*Huff... huff.. huff...* I'm... dying" said the girl. her legs weighing like boulders

"14 more laps, Eve" encouraged by our hero dismissively as his eyes follow her.

"I HATE YOU!! Arck! Huff... huff... you're a monster..." she screamed before she spoke while loosing breath. 

In a day with clear skies, the young female hero wore a pink track suit that matches what the bald hero wore. The girl is soaked from the sweat sliding down her forehead as she forces herself to put one foot in front of the other. Saitama lazily watches as he goes down, then up again, and down another.

"63... 64... *hnng!* 65..." Mark counted with great effort.

Turns out, Saitama was standing on the boy's back, acting as his weight to compensate for the strength the young viltrumite had. Mark was entirely focus on the exercise. Mind fogged by the thoughts of wanting to become stronger and better. He grits his teeth as he pushes himself up again.

"70!" 

Saitama stood with a steady posture, completely unbothered from the movements. his balance and  weight firm placed at the right place for him to remain still. Never did he imagine he would get to train anyone in his life. He couldn't do it with Genos due to his body being almost mechanical.

"Almost there Eve!" Saitama called to the girl.

"*HUFF! Urgh...* You... *Haaa...* are a monster..." she squeaked and ground as the last bit of air in her lungs left.

 The track suit only became a burden as it absorbed the sweat from her body. Her pace slower but not halting despite her complains.

"You asked to be trained... jeez" he thought.

While Saitama's body bobs up and down from the push ups Mark was doing, Cecil stood behind a window on a building. The whole place was a secluded area, complete with an Olympic-size track and field, sports equipment, weights, and balls for recreation. The place they are training was a training ground facility for agents, upon Saitama's request.

"Why is Saitama uhm... training children, Cecil?" Immortal spoke.

He stood next to the director, the head of the guardians of the globe. The Immortal observed the scene in his blue and white super hero suit. His eyes scan for every movement and contraction of the muscles of the two young heroes.

"I suggested he use a state of the art training facility we have for heroes, but he insisted to simply have, and I quote, an "open space to run around". His words not mine." the director replied in a nonchalant tone.

"And you approved of this why?" Immortal raised an eye brow.

" You've seen the videos, right?" he turned his head to the hero, "What he did to Nolan, I wondered if he could make someone as strong as himself. But... *sigh*" 

He grabbed his cup of coffee and pulled it his lips, then he took a long drawn-out sip. Immortal shifted his body to the side to face the scarred man. Expecting a response but also knowing what he is going to say. Cecil looked back out to the window.

"I didn't think he was serious when he said he got strong by doing a hundred each of push-ups, sit-ups, and squats, then a 10 km run. Doing it every... single... day without rest *sip...*, coffee?"