"Skyshard. Yang. You'll both be wearing the 300-kilogram vests today—along with an additional 10 kilograms on each wrist and ankle," Marvin instructed, his tone firm as he gestured toward the weighted gear.
Su Yang stepped forward without hesitation, lifting the 300-kilogram vest with a practiced motion. But to Marvin's surprise, Leo did not follow suit.
Instead, Leo reached for the 325-kilogram vest, his expression unreadable—like a man on a mission.
"I said 300, Skyshard. Not 325—" Marvin repeated, but Leo paid him no heed, slipping the heavier vest over his shoulders without so much as a glance back.
Something about Su Yang already brushing up against his physical limits while he hadn't yet even approached his own… didn't sit right with Leo.
'If I can't out train him, I'll never catch-up to him' Leo thought, as he realized that if he wanted to make up the gap between them, he'd have to push himself harder—starting now.
