Jasmine's call

An hour later, Derek was on the ground panting, his entire joints ached but Steel, the cruel lord, still increased the gravity field while ordering him to get into position. Gathering his abysmal willpower he stood up and continued his training, his eyes never left the timer as every second gone seemed to invigorate him. Each strong beat of his heart sent boiling blood down his veins as his muscles tightened whilst his tightly clenched fist tore the air creating an invisible disturbance that rippled throughout the room.

"Too slow, be faster" Steel was still dissatisfied as he urged Derek to move faster. Derek still wasn't good enough, master's orders were for him to dig out the potential buried inside of the young man who still concentrated on his moves ignoring his soaked body. Master's words were that Derek's previous peaceful life had buried his primal body potential and needed to be forced out even if it means Derek fainting more than five times a week.