100 Push-Ups, 100 Sit-Ups & 100 Squats

The doctor overseeing the physical examination couldn't contain his excitement: "With his physical condition, he could pilot a Jaeger with minimal training! But it's best to conduct a comprehensive test. In fact, we could even design a custom Jaeger for him. As long as he can control it, then it's all real..."

"Stop!" Jasmine's reaction was swift as he turned towards the direction of the locker room. Jack, who had just completed his physical, was changing clothes there. "Don't utter those words to anyone else! And certainly not to him!"

"Why?" The doctor was puzzled, his mind racing with all sorts of theories. Perhaps he had a troubled family background, offended someone important, or was unfit to be a Jaeger pilot for various reasons...

"It's not what you think," Jasmine saw the doctor was misunderstanding and approached to explain. "He's a Jaeger designer, and one of the best at that! Consider this: is it more valuable to be a top Jaeger designer or a pilot? Even if he's capable of being both, the risk is too great!"

"How can that be? He's just 21... Wait, it can't be him!" The doctor's eyes widened.

During his stint, he often examined Jaeger designers and noticed a trend of declining health. Initially, he entertained wild theories about enemies using biological or chemical weapons, owing to his penchant for conspiracy theories. However, after thorough examinations, the diagnosis turned out to be excessive fatigue.

While it wasn't uncommon for designers to become absorbed in their work, this sudden surge in cases seemed odd.

Upon inquiring, he received vague answers, which he attributed to confidentiality regulations.

But who would have thought... those designers weren't fabricating stories?

It was only then that the doctor realized the truth.

"Is there truly such an individual?" the doctor queried, seeking confirmation from Jasmine.

"Let's not make a spectacle of it," Jasmine cautioned. "If word gets out, he might express a desire to become a Jaeger pilot, and that could pose complications for us..."

"Understood, understood," the doctor nodded in agreement before lamenting, "But it does feel like a missed opportunity..."

"You can't have your cake and eat it too. Sometimes you have to choose between two desirable outcomes," Jasmine reasoned.

"I suppose so... I'll leave you with the report then. Take care," the doctor said, handing over the report before departing.

In moments like these, reflection is inevitable.

While sacrificing one thing for another may be the prudent choice, isn't there a lingering desire to have it all?

"Ah..." Jasmine sighed, eyeing the medical report in her hands, baffled by the complex jargon and data within.

"Looks like the report turned out well?" came a voice from the side.

"Yes, surprisingly so... What are you doing here?" Jasmine responded instinctively, only to realize it was Jack.

Startled by her own slip-up, Jasmine mentally chided himself for divulging information despite just cautioning others against it.

Having inadvertently let the cat out of the bag, Jasmine scrambled to concoct a plausible explanation to divert Jack's attention.

It's crucial for a person to be fully aware of their physical condition!

"Yes, according to the doctor, your body has reached an almost perfect human limit state, and all aspects are perfectly coordinated... How did you achieve this?" Jasmine paused, refraining from completing the thought of "a natural-born Jaeger pilot."

There was still a lingering sense of disbelief in her mind... What if Jack hadn't anticipated this?

Jack responded calmly: "It's quite simple. Just do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and run 10 kilometers every day. Keep at it consistently."

Jasmine's expression shifted to one of bewilderment. "Why does that sound so familiar?"

"This... sounds like Saitama's training regimen from 'One Punch Man,'" Jack replied earnestly.

Jasmine's confusion deepened. Was it really appropriate to discuss anime so seriously? Was there no attempt at a flimsy excuse? Was this just an open admission of the truth?

"In short, after following that routine, although I haven't reached Saitama's level, my health significantly improved, and I haven't fallen ill since," Jack explained earnestly.

"So... you achieved this level of fitness?" Jasmine gestured to the medical report in her hand.

At this point, there was no need for secrecy.

"Yes, nearly," Jack affirmed, examining the data on the report.

Jasmine felt a wave of relief wash over her.

Of course, Jack could interpret the data above. In his spare time, he enjoyed delving into various fields of knowledge. With such a vast mental capacity, it would be a waste not to utilize it!

Previously, in other worlds, Jack had taken proactive measures to assess his health comprehensively. He foresaw the possibility of undergoing a medical examination in the future and wanted to familiarize himself with the potential results.

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