Getting in Shape

The spring season had ended, and the bright summer sun now bathed the military base in warmth. After weeks of intense physiotherapy, Zain could finally walk properly again. He sat outside the infirmary, gazing at the swaying trees with a distant look in his eyes.

Not long ago, General Garry had informed him of his rank—SS-rank, the second human in history to reach this level and the youngest to do so. However, Garry had also warned that the power was not yet fully compatible with Zain's body, making it imperative to begin tempering his body. The process was set to start in the first week of summer.

"How did I end up here? I just wanted to live a good life," Zain muttered to himself.

"Really?"

The sudden reply startled him. He turned his head to see who had spoken, only to find a tall woman with tanned white skin. Her blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, her piercing blue eyes sparkled with intensity, and her full lips were painted a striking red. Her figure was generous, exuding confidence and strength, and a badge on the left side of her chest bore the letter "S."

"What are you staring at?" she asked with a raised brow.

Without thinking, Zain answered, "Your boobs."

A moment later, Zain found himself holding his cheek, which stung from the sharp slap she had delivered.

"My apologies, General," Zain said sincerely, realizing his mistake.

The woman scrutinized him, her gaze assessing. 'This boy… I barely held back, yet he's still standing. So, the rumors were true—he really is the real deal. But… ah, now I see. Wait.'

"What is it, General?" Zain asked hesitantly.

"I suppose you can call me that," she said, her lips curling into a slight smirk. "But I rarely command armies. I'm a scavenger first and a general second. So, just call me Kara."

"I will do that, Lady Kara," Zain replied politely.

"Hmm, I see you've been taught how to address rankers. Good. I wanted to see how much you've learned," Kara remarked, noticing his formality.

Zain tilted his head in confusion, but Kara only shrugged.

"Haven't you heard? I'll be responsible for getting you in shape," she said, extending her hand to ruffle his hair lightly.

Kara's piercing blue eyes suddenly glowed with a fiery intensity as she looked him over.

"Lady Kara, what are you doing?" Zain asked, unsettled by the change in her eyes.

"I'm using my ability," Kara explained. "As you know, all rankers share general abilities like superhuman strength, speed, advanced reflexes, and so on. But we each have unique abilities that are exclusive to us. The more you advance your rank, the stronger your ability becomes.

"Abilities can be categorized as either internal or external. Internal abilities are cognitive, like premonition, telepathy, or heightened observation. External abilities, on the other hand, allow you to manipulate particles in the atmosphere—things like producing fire, ice, or even controlling the earth. Some abilities are downright bizarre. Mine, for instance, gives me exceptional vision. I can see your weak spots and determine the best ways to improve them. At the moment, though, your entire body is a weak spot."

Zain's curiosity was piqued. "Lady Kara, can we continue talking about abilities? How do these abilities manifest?"

Kara smiled at his interest. "Ah, so you're curious. Well, the manifestation of abilities depends on the individual. One of the most common triggers is immense stress. That's why the Academy sends students on numerous missions—to increase the chances of their abilities manifesting faster.

"For those whose abilities still don't manifest, there's the final year ceremony. During this event, the Association grants them access to the Arsenal Cave, where they bond their DNA with a Soul Weapon. This naturally unlocks their abilities."

"I see," Zain said, nodding.

"Enough questions for now," Kara said, clapping her hands. "Give me fifty laps around the military base. Start now."

"Fifty laps?!" Zain exclaimed in protest.

"Make that fifty-five. The more you complain, the more laps you'll get," Kara said with a mischievous smile.

Zain sighed, his face falling, and began running across the base.