"Have you stretched yet?" I asked.
They stood silently looking around.
"Well, get to it!" I shouted, knowing their silence meant no.
I was going to make this workout the worst they'd ever had.
Inmates Two and 58 were stretching and loosening up their arms and legs to prepare for the workout. I noticed another inmate was sitting lazily on a bench, book over his face, much like Inori.
"Hey! Inmate! What do you think your doing? This isn't nap time." I yelled at him as I approached. He ignored me.
I stood angrily beside him. I snatched the book from his head and smacked him very hardly with it. He grunted loudly in pain.
"Hey! What was that for?" He groaned.
"I said," Clarifying myself, "this isn't nap time inmate. So get up. And join your cellmates on the field!"
I could see his fearful and surprised look evident on his face. He slowly rose from his seat and joined his cellmates. They all continued to stretch till they were fully prepared.
I also found it mandatory to stretch. This was despite the fact I would be aside them the entire time. I would only abide with them for the first part of the workout.
I removed my uniform jacket to reveal my white, sleeveless turtle neck. It was tucked into my matching uniform pants. My pink belt with a butterfly buckle held my pants up. A little bit lower were my knee high boots. They were black and also spotted my butterfly broaches. Their formal looked didn't affect their extreme athletic fit and movement. I also laid my Nanba hat with my coat.
The few males gawked at me. It wasn't due to attractiveness either. Considering I'm a very flat woman. It was because my arms were decorated with gallons of ink. Dark black patters decorated my entire body. From my ankles reaching up to my neck, beneath my chin. The blackness swirled into various flowers, wind symbols, bugs, and stripes. None of them showed the same thing. But what they all did was hide scars.
Growing embarrassed and self conscious I snapped them back to reality.
"What are all staring at!" I asked rhetorically.
They all turned to the side, letting out sounds of discomfort. I also turned to face the side. Geez.
"Now! We'll start off with one lap around the arena. Then back in this spot to actually get started. Understood?" I announced.
"Yes Ma'am!" They replied simultaneously while saluting. I guess I do come off a bit vicious.
After one lap we all reached our starting place. Two and 58 were slightly panting from the jog but they were certainly not near tired. I expected nothing less. 71 on the other hand was dragging on the ground. He looked as if he just ran a five k in under a minute. It was quite annoying seeing as he couldn't keep pace with the rest of us.
I glared at him.
"Alright now we can actually begin." I clasp my hands together. Each of them nodded.
"First, 20 push-ups."
Two and 58 got level with the ground and began silently counting their movements as they completed their task. Once again, 71 was failing. I grew impatient and walked to his side.
"Number 71, what are you doing?" He ceased and looked up at be boredly. "One push-up counts when your arms are at 90 degree angles not 190. Do it again!"
He started back downward slowly. He got a little ways down before starting to go back up. Quickly, I planted my boot in the middle of his shoulder blades. I pushed him closer to the ground as he began visibly shaking. Once he reached a level position I lifted my boot and congratulated him.
"Good job, number 71. Now do that 19 more times." I smiled sweetly at him. Facial expression complete polar opposite of that before.
He huffed loudly before collapsing completely. His fellow inmates sat, legs crossed in front of him. Laughing, calling him names such as 'trash'.
I looked sternly at them. "Now I know each of you no it's not nice to call people names." I scalded them like a mother would her children for doing a wrong. The bowed their heads down mumbling a simple sorry. I smiled, happy with my results. I stifled a giggle.
We continued our workout. It consisted of one lap around the arena, 20 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, 50 lunges, and 20 burpees. In intervals of 20 times. (Idk if that's a lot for Liang and Upa or not but let's assume it's a pretty hefty workout for them:) Each of them were exhausted from the brutal workout.
I had already put my uniform jacket back on, fastening my clips back in place.
Qi, who I learned was inmate 71, wasn't able to complete the assigned exercises a quarter of the way through. It grew annoying so I benched him and gave him a rubber workout band. He sat with it hooked on the bottom of his foot, pulling it with both his arms. Quite a few times had it slipped, smacking him in the head or snapping up into a less than ideal place. It would leave him on the ground for minutes before I would roll him over and tell him to get back up and figure out how the exercise with it or he would join Liang and Upa.
After a few hours Samon finally arrived back.
"Sorry I took so long, Miss Saito!" He announced, jogging out to meet me.
I stood under the pavilion with Qi on the bench, with the strap of rubber. And the other inmates were sitting in the field, huffing and puffing.
"It's quite alright, Supervisor. I've got this all handled." I smiled brightly.
He finally took notice of the struggling inmates and asked, "What happened here?"
I broke into a full laugh. Who knows why I found it so funny but it tickled me to the bone.
