Lukas frowned slightly.
[3 weeks ago, you needed nearly eight hours of rest after sessions like this. Now you're down to around five. Your body is adapting. Your strength, balance, coordination, stamina, and recovery speed have all improved significantly.]
Lukas looked down at his arm before flexing it absentmindedly.
"You're right."
[Of course I'm right.]
"But I still feel like I'm dying."
[That is because you enjoy exaggerating.]
A laugh escaped him despite himself.
"I hate you sometimes."
[No, you don't.]
Lukas rolled onto his side and slowly pushed himself back to his feet.
Unfortunately, TT was right.
The sessions were still brutal, but he could feel the difference. Every week his body felt a little sturdier. Every month the recovery became a little easier. The progress was real, even if it hurt.
The music continued playing as Lukas wiped the sweat from his face and resumed training.
A few moments later, the world around him dissolved.
