Kenjiro looked at the luxurious ceiling, letting out a tired sigh. He was just a guy who liked lifting heavy weights and yelling "BIRL." Now, he was accidentally founding a religious philosophy based on spiritual hypertrophy.
"Listen here, blondie..." Kenjiro forced himself to sit up, ignoring the sharp pain at the base of his spine. He looked directly at Lily. The voice of the former bodybuilder echoed through the throat of the eighteen-year-old boy. "There is no divine paradox. That monster isn't ugly. That is symmetry, proportion, and volume. It's pure dedication. It's the inexplicable physique."
Lily's eyes widened, absorbing every word as if they were sacred scriptures.
"The... the 'Physique'?" Lily whispered the word with reverence. "Is that what you call this ancestral technique?"
