40 Cerin makes an impression (2)

Cerin pulled up to the gym with an exited Ryella beside her, who chatted away about her day at school and was filled with pure joy as she looked at the child that sat beside her. Ryella had now completely filled out and was now a picture perfect healthy child.

Springy ringlets bounded around her face as she spoke in her animated manner and her pinchable cheeks ballooned as she smiled brightly between every word. Almost unconsciously Cerin reached out to pinch them but before she could Ryella dodged out o of the way and put on a defensive pose. Protecting her face with her two small palms.

" Aunt Cerin. You said you wouldn't do that anymore"

Cerin narrowed her eyes in a mockingly angry expression and began to tickle the child instead.

" So now you can defy me huh? What happened to the little kitten that was so adorably obedient?"

At this point Ryella had been laughing so hard that she was in tears but she didn't back down and said between each laugh,

" But you said you preferred me this way to before! And- and"

She dissolved into giggles again and large mirth filled tears rolled down her face.

Cerin finally let her off and the two girls got out of the car and walked into the gym hand in hand to where the 8 models awaited. They all stood still in shock as they looked at the

intense training and even more intense sparring matches between the members of the gym.

The scent of testosterone assaulted their senses as they waited and made it all seem even more unreal. A man was slammed onto the mat every five seconds and roars of victory echoed around the seemingly impossibly large room.

Well, all were shocked except a certain 16 year old boy that watched a particularly drawn out fight with sparkling eyes as if he wanted to hop into the ring right after them. He kept a strong eye out for Cerin in the hopes that he could find out the details about the gym from her before trying to register.

The second he spotted the head full of thick black hair he tried to run right up to her to ask, however upon seeing the rest of her he suddenly turned away with a furious blush roaring on his usually stoic face.

At seeing the unusual reaction the other members turned to look at what the young boy had seen. There was Cerin, Walking out with her usual work out clothes which consisted of the usual sports bra and shorts combo and she had her short hair held back by a wide headband, fulling exposing her forehead.

There wasn't anything overly sensual about her outfit but after working out at the gym for almost 5 months now as well as Four's potion which she had been drinking daily, she had definitely grown to have a figure worth envying.

Tryfon as well looked in another direction as she approached them, not being able to meet her eyes. Around them the men that had previously been sparring fought with themselves to not stare at Cerin, remembering their poor lost comrade that had not only looked but had even dared to go hit on her.

In less than five seconds the man had been on the floor unconscious, and his assailant had continued on with her routine as if nothing had happened. And as if that wasn't enough, the couch and a few of the seniors had personally volunteered to 'help' him with his training for the next month.

Cerin, pretty unaware to the reaction she had elicited and first headed over to the kitchen to check up on how it was doing and was shocked to see the woman that was supposed to be resting at home arguing with one of the Coach.

" Miss Serana! Miss Cerin specifically said that you were only allowed to supervise and could not ever help! Please! Go back to your seat"

" oh come on. Just let me finish this one pot, then i'll go. Huh?"

At this point the coach, as large as he was, was almost in tears and smiled incredibly brightly upon seeing Cerin walk in.

" Miss Cerin! Welcome back!"

Serana froze in spot and hesitated for a minute but soon swung around with a gentle smile on her face, nothing like the stubborn pout it had been stuck in earlier.

" Cerin. How was the meeting? I thought you said you wouldnt be done until 10 or so?"

Cerin raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in mood but chose not to save anything and instead quickly gave her a hug hello then went to speak with the coach.

" Coach. Did you hear?"

The coach nodded then followed her out of the kitchen and towards the group that still looked just as awestruck as they had 30 minutes ago.

He looked over the group as a whole and like Cerin had earlier let out a big sigh. He turned to the young girl who had miraculously improved so much over such a short amount of time a vaguely wondered whether she thought others we're the same.

"Cerin… I'm sorry but for them to get to where you want them to won't really be possible in two weeks. In fact to even get close they would have to really push themselves to the limits."

He brought out the information sheet he had been provided with that showed their weights and heights and compared them with the plans Cerin had drawn up before, feeling burdened.

On one hand he really wanted to help her out but on the other hand it really didn't seem possible to him.

As the two delved into deep technical conversation The 8 models stood to the side and each pretended not to hear the conversation.

" Look, Cerin. That guy, Rin. he's in decent shape already, but for what you want he'll have to practically live here! And the other guy, Tryfon. If I didn't see him in front of me walking and breathing I would have thought he was dead!"

He continued down the list, speaking such harsh words in such a concerned matter that the 8 were ashamed of themselves and even thought to go right up to them and quit. These thoughts were stopped immediately when they finally heard Cerin speak up for them.

" Regardless of that coach. They are my group and I promised them not only my win, but absolute victory. Even if they cant reach absolute perfection, I'm going to get them as close as possible"

And with that both their and her determination was sealed.