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Post by Maki on Jan 24, 2024 19:37:13 GMT -5
Maki found himself at the local gym almost everyday since his uncle died. While the various weight machines did little to enhance his natural strength, it at least kept the young man in a routine. With each effortless curl of a two-hundred fifty pound dumbbell, the boy would sigh with grief. The circumstances surrounding his uncle's death were mysterious and seemingly random. If he were to find a killer, there would be a large deal of work ahead.
His internal contemplation would lead to him hardly noticing the small crowd of impressed gym-bros that watched him in awe. A teen curling such massive amount of weight was a rarity in those parts. While it may have been a great amount of strength to the people around him, Maki knew he was far from strong. So much work needed to be done, and there may have been a ticking clock as well...
The more he thought about things, the more worked-up Maki became. He began lifting the same weight faster and faster. His fellow muscle-heads would comment "Ay, look at that kid go." After several more pumps, his grip would tighten, quick snapping the bar in two. His look of frustration would turn to surprise, as he would chuckle before muttering "Oops..."
An older man would walk out from a backroom scolding the teen in an Italian accent, "Maki me boy! This is the fifth time this week! You need a break from the studio, out!" scratching the back of his head nervously, the teen would make his way out of the gym, walking directly out the front door.
His internal contemplation would lead to him hardly noticing the small crowd of impressed gym-bros that watched him in awe. A teen curling such massive amount of weight was a rarity in those parts. While it may have been a great amount of strength to the people around him, Maki knew he was far from strong. So much work needed to be done, and there may have been a ticking clock as well...
The more he thought about things, the more worked-up Maki became. He began lifting the same weight faster and faster. His fellow muscle-heads would comment "Ay, look at that kid go." After several more pumps, his grip would tighten, quick snapping the bar in two. His look of frustration would turn to surprise, as he would chuckle before muttering "Oops..."
An older man would walk out from a backroom scolding the teen in an Italian accent, "Maki me boy! This is the fifth time this week! You need a break from the studio, out!" scratching the back of his head nervously, the teen would make his way out of the gym, walking directly out the front door.
