Targeted

The next few days passed in a haze of grueling agony for Cruzer, but not in the way anyone around him expected. Nina's training regimen was relentless.

Each morning, she dragged him back into the brutal cycle that had become his existence—no mercy, no reprieve.

His muscles screamed with every movement, his bones ached as if they were being ground to dust, and the iron suit she forced him to wear was a constant reminder of his limitations.

The suit wasn't just heavy; it was a cage. It sealed his powers, rendering him powerless in the face of Nina's onslaught, forcing him to rely on raw strength and willpower alone.

It felt like dragging the weight of a mountain with every step, each breath a reminder that his potential was locked away, that without it, he was nothing more than a struggling soldier at the mercy of his commanding officer.