Weightlifting Session

One by one, the basketball players walked past the football players who were still watching them. There was not the slightest nudge because thanks to Gilbert's direction, the basketball division players relented to not act at will when the coach had determined his orders. The captain chose to keep an eye on both sides. If anyone started looking for trouble, he would pick up one of the dumbbells near his feet and throw it in his face.

"That was close. I was waiting for a brutal ending."

"Shhh! Your voice is too loud, you idiot!"

Damian elbowed his roommate in the stomach who had been grumbling about a fight.

When they all entered the basketball division's special room, the players immediately sat in different places. Some were on gym chairs, yoga balls, and even on the carpet because they couldn't find a place. Sherla and Coach Marlon entered in turn, walking at the back because he already knew the conflict that had occurred between the two divisions.

Meanwhile, Sherla looked terrified and couldn't stop her legs from shaking as she entered the gymnasium. She didn't expect to be part of a division where players had conflicts with other division players. Upon entering the room she was immediately given the most comfortable seat in the place because they felt guilty for involving an innocent girl.

"Okay. I know you're pretty exhausted after your running training session, but you should know that sometimes force is good for your body. As long as it is done with the right method and does not cause your immune system to drop. As you know, this session was much harder than the previous one.

"Weightlifting is one of the most injury-prone sports. Therefore, I will guide you to lift weights that are appropriate for your body weight. There are no exceptions for those of you who may be close to fainting after the running training session, there is only relief because I will do this at a set time. What is certain is that it will not harm you. Do you understand?"

They all nodded, no one making a sound other than the coach. On the other hand, Damian felt that he was being made fun of by his coach.

At the same time, before entering the weightlifting session, Coach Marlon explained to them that warming up is also very important in this sport. Sport in general need to be warmed up to avoid stiff muscles before undergoing strenuous training. Weightlifting has a high risk of injury, so warming up in this sport is necessary if you don't want your muscles to tear.

They stood in their respective places, not lined up but at least they had space during the warm-up. All this time he had been possessed by the 'system', Kein had never done any warm-up while fulfilling daily duties.

'Is it a blessing that I have never been injured while following the workings of the 'system'? Or is it that since the arrival of the 'system' I don't need to stretch? It's really miraculous if that's the case.' Kein smiled during the warm-up and received disgusting behaviour from the friends around him.

Fifteen minutes passed and each player was getting more and more confident with this additional exercise. They headed for their respective machines and Kein headed for a dumble near his feet.

"Doggone it! I almost fell over. Who put this here?" Kein wondered while scratching his non-itchy head.

He began to pick up the tool using his right hand, slightly bent over. When his hand was grasped, he lifted the object quickly and lightly. In the next second, he could feel that his hand would be severed from his body if he lifted the tool to his stomach level.

BRUK!

Kein waved his hand quite quickly while putting a little distance between him and the object. Grimacing in pain after realising that his palm was suddenly a deep red colour.

"Are all these things heavy, or am I overconfident?" Kein approached again. He bent down and looked at a number stamped on the side of the dumble.

"What? 15 kilograms? No wonder my hand almost gave out lifting this heavy iron!" He grumbled while blaming himself.

"Don't be so rash. Don't forget Coach Marlon told us to weigh ourselves first. That way we can know the average dumble we can lift without hurting our hands." Instead of the other players, it was Sherla who immediately reminded him.

"Alright, alright, I forgot what I had to do." Kein went straight to the weighing device and stood on it. The needle moved back and forth three times until it finally stopped at the number he estimated.

"Fifty-two?! Hahaha, you're so skinny, mate!" The sound of laughter and insults was familiar to Kein and he almost threw a fist at his roommate's chin.

"I didn't expect you to be so light. Is this why you often go out at night and wake up early to schedule callisthenics? Sorry, I was laughing at you. If that's the case then I really respect your decision."

Now it was Damian's turn to stand on the scales. The needle showed that Kein was still below his friend, at least 10 to 12 kilograms different. That was not a problem for Kein. He did not envy those who were already destined to have an ideal weight. What happened to Damian during the athletics training session also boosted his confidence.

After returning to his previous place, Kein saw Coach Marlon approaching him with a look that held many thoughts. He knew what his coach was going to talk about after leaving some of his colleagues who were starting their training sessions.

"Did you weigh yourself? How much did you get?" the coach asked.

"Only 52.5. No more and no less," Kein answered straightforwardly, his eyes fixed on the dumble behind the trainer's feet.

"Good. Everyone has their own problems. Since I know what you should do, you'd better listen to me because I won't repeat it."