"Pretty much like this, use the Smith Machine and keep your forearm vertical to the ground, not bad, now maintain it."
Monday, South District, night.
Inside a Syrian-styled gym, Charcoal, or rather Hirakawa Yoshiaki, is watching Yan Huan lying on the machine, guiding him through the bench press motion,
"Huff...huff...huff..."
"Okay, stop, that's the last set. Starting off with this pace is good, five sets per exercise, 12 to 15 repetitions per set, until exhaustion."
Although Charcoal said so, Yan Huan, who just got off the machine, looked like he was about to die.
He knelt on the ground, panting, holding his arms because intense pain was emanating from there.
"Hiss..."
No, the effects without the Naked Clothing are a bit too much to handle, especially with these efficiency boost side effects.
Nevermind the piercing pain, what's worse, Yan Huan really felt, if it continued like this, he might end up injured or disabled.
