Train
fter several days of rigorous training, you had already begun to feel your body bulking up with more muscle; more than you could even have imagined, already having impressed yourself with the density of muscle you had developed alone from the transformation. Chiron had worked you day in and out, forcing you to march up endless stairs, run for miles on end, perform numerous exercises targeting specific muscle groups, the works.
The close vicinity you two had worked in almost seemed to draw the two of you closer, as you both strived for your common goals. Chiron knew that Hades had chosen him specifically for this purpose, therefore he trained you with more passion than any other previous student he had encountered.
Every day had been calculated and moderated by Chiron himself, beginning with a several mile run as the sun rose, followed by lectures about various battle techniques, history, as well as studies behind the monsters I’d be facing in the colosseum, before another long set of time for even more physical training.
On the day before your tournament, you had spent your last day relaxing with your trainer, resting your body, and making sure you were in top health by the time you were to be placed in the ring.
“I hope you do well out there.” The wise man says to you, his long flowing hair covered his face in thick greasy curls.
Written by Driftingdragon on 21 April 2020