>>5304035 You wake up with a start, a painful jolt spreading down your neck as you do. A knock on your door rouses you further from sleep. With a groan you limp your way over pins and needles, balancing o n sleeping legs. Opening the door you find a fresh faced Haruki watching down at your hunched over shape. Her face was pensive, it earned a sigh from you. The girl was obviously worrying about your condition. "Morty, I was starting to worry… Trouble sleeping?" You squeak out a nod, expecting your head to creak like an ancient door. Thankfully it didn't snap off at the sudden movement. "I may have overdone it during Phobos training…" You reply with a mix of embarrassment and pride. A small smirk spreading across your lips, the tall girl's face shifted. Relief calming her creased brow. Her hands find a way onto her hips as her stance becomes more commanding. "You need to sweat it out. Neural network lethargy is best countered with exercise… so get dressed and let's go!" You balk, not quite feeling up to the challenge. But under the girl's sharp and stalwart eyes you second guess speaking up. Rewarding her with a nod you headed inside to find a loose set of exercising clothes.
Practically falling into a Tracksuit the other pilot took your hand and hauled you away. "Shouldn't we eat first?" You protest weakly, the beast of a woman only gives you a sharp grin. "It's better if you don't. Not for what I've got planned anyway…" You gulped in terror, finally at the mercy of Haruki. The day burns. Under the glint of artificial light you keep pace with the lanky pilot, the sweat along her body glistening. Highlighting the shades in her tone, accentuating the ridges and grooves of her right muscular body. You die. Again and again your body wishes to give in but she doesn't let you. On water and electrolytes alone you are fueled a grueling machine of sets and reps. As you are led through a plethora of exercises. She loves every moment, making sure to rub in your lackluster pace, goading you with just how superior she was.
"Keep it up Morty!" Haruki jeers as her long legs snap out and meet your forearms. Snatching out you try to grab her. To close the gap against her stupidly long reach. But she danced away, spinning out a heel kick that you smoothly duck under. You'd forgotten just how agile she was. Pressing the attack you sweep low, but your own short limbs lose momentum as they collide with the girl's retreating body. "You telegraph too much, I'm not that little girl anymore Morty. Try pulling those punches and you ought to get hurt!" You roll your eyes in annoyance as she escapes your assault of punches. Hopping away as she does. A devious and animalistic glaze over her eyes. Both focused on you intently, devouring every minute action. She matches you, shifting from foot to foot as you do, trying to throw off any anticipation. "Enough. Let's mix it up!" She declares dropping her hunched over fighting stance and standing tall.
