Chapter 3: ¡Scott, are you tired?!

After school, Isaac texted his dad to let him know he was going to be late for working out, only to get a.

'Don't be late for work no matter what...'

Isaac didn't care, he just said yes, and I ignore him, he doesn't care, he should just act like a "good son" and let things unfold, he won't interfere with his father's death, the bastard will he deserves it, the difference is that they will not blame me.

Isaac walked down the hall until he reached the gym, there are few people on campus now, only people who are in clubs or have projects remained.

When he entered the gym, he saw Stiles and Scott in their gym clothes.

"Hey, ready?" Isaac came out and ask casually to lift his spirits.

"Yes." Scott said.

"Yes, but unless you want to make your clothes swim in sweat, you should change." Stiles suggested.

"Sure, you can wait for me on the court, I'll be right there." Isaac said.

"Hey oh Scott, Stiles, you guys coming too?" Mike said as he entered.

"That's right, you're Mike...great." Stiles said and shook Mike's hand, then dragged Scott away.

"Did you bring it?" Isaac asked.

"Yeah, look, 5 cardiac meters, protein drinks, and other tools." Mike said and showed him

"Thanks, I'll return them to you in a few days." Isaac said and thanked him.

"Mm... okay, but... do you really want to put on weights?" Mike asked.

"Yes, it will help me with my agility." Isaac said as he changed.

"Wow... dude, what's that?" Mike said surprised when he saw the bruises on Isaac's body, some had even turned blue or purple.

"Er... don't worry, I'll fix it this afternoon, you know what, hurry up, Scott and Stiles should be waiting for us." Isaac said and they changed quickly.

When they got to the training ground, Scott and Stiles were talking about how Lydia seemed to ignore him.

"Scott, Stiles, come here, here, put this on." Isaac said and handed them the heart rate monitors.

"Eh..!?, these are the ones used by the coach, right?" Stiles asked.

"Not really, these belonged to my father, I borrowed them, don't worry." Mike said.

"Okay, you heard it, we'll start with a basic warm-up." Isaac said.

"Good." everybody.

Isaac put on his heart rate monitor and walked to center court, performing a few simple stretches to warm up his muscles and squinting.

'So... Saitama mode or Sun Jin Woo mode...' Really a tough debate...

'I think I should start with Saitama mode, it will be a good starting goal.'

Isaac crouched down and started doing push-ups.

1'2'3'10'20'21'30'32'40'50'59'60'61'62'63…..68'

"Huh.." after 68 push-ups, Isaac lost his strength and fell...

"Are you okay?" Mike asked as he handed Isaac an energy drink.

"Haha, sure, just a little warm-up." Isaac said and took a drink.

'The wounds on this body really limit me..'

After finishing his drink, Isaac turned to the others, who finished their warm-ups.

"We'll start by doing 100 laps around the field, measure our heart rate to make sure there are no accidents, and then we'll practice with weights indoors." Isaac said.

'100…' Stiles thought with black lines on his face.

"Something wrong, Stiles?" Isaac said mockingly.

"N-not, none." Stiles said pretending to be strong.

After that, everyone lined up as a race, except for Isaac, who went to put the weights on his feet and wrists.

"Ready!" Isaac asked without looking at them.

"Yes."

"Let's go!" Isaac said and started running.

Surprisingly or not, they were all going almost at the same time, except for Stiles who was slightly behind.

1 lap.

3 laps.

10 laps.

30 laps.

The young runners even had their tongues hanging out as they struggled not to fall behind.

Stiles was supported by Mike and Scott was encouraged by Isaac to do a few laps.

"Scott, are you tired?!" Isaac said trying to forget his own tiredness.

"What!, no.. no", said Scott who already saw blurry.

"Wait a minute." Scott said and use the inhaler on him.

"Ready." Ask Isaac.

"Maybe." Said Scott.

"Come on, you'll never get the girl that way." Isaac said encouragingly.

"Girl? What girl?" Scott said.

"Hahaha, you will know, you will know." Isaac said and kept running.

....

30 minutes later, they finally finished the laps with a few breaks in between.

"Ah.. sigh, good warm up." Isaac said wiping his sweat with a towel.

"Warm-up!" Stiles said scared.

"Mm? Yeah, we've only just started." Isaac said as if it was obvious...

They all just felt like they were in hell.

Everyone cleaned up and rested for a while, then went to the weight room, there are all kinds of machines from treadmills to 100+ ton weights.

Everyone got on the electric treadmills and started running casually and slowly picked up the pace.

Suddenly, Mike saw something that surprised him. "Isaac, you won't take off the weights."

"Oh no, I must always wear them, at least until they are no longer effective and I will replace them with a heavier material." Isaac explained.

"...? Weights? Are they really effective?" Scott asked curiously.

"Yes, but I mainly use them to improve my agility." Isaac said.

"Mm.."

Even though I planned to be a werewolf and that will give me an agility boost, it doesn't mean I can't improve more, I think the stronger you are when bitten, the stronger you will be.

Think about it, with the regeneration speed of werewolves, you can exercise infinitely as long as you don't run out of energy, while your muscles are constantly being torn, healed, and improved.

...

After an hour of high-speed running on the treadmill, everyone got off and drank energy drinks.

"Hey, that's it, I have to get back home fast." Scott said.

"Oh…me too." Stiles said taking the opportunity to escape.

"Hahaha yeah I have to go too, Scott, Stiles, see you tomorrow," Isaac said.

"..."

Stiles looked like he wanted to cry.

"Pfftt hahahaha."

"Don't worry, you won't die." Mike said and slapped Scott.

"Well bye Mike, Scott, and Stiles, we'll pick up the pace tomorrow." Isaac said mockingly and went to the showers.

"Of course." Mike said and packed, taking a shower at home.

....

After taking a shower, Isaac changed into black pants, a white T-shirt, and a black jacket.

He left the gym and went straight home, he has something to solve.

....

Thank you for attending the show, to be continued...

See you in the next illusion.