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"Gundam Sapphire" Chapter 2: Training Camp
Last Time: Curtis Lee consented to becoming Neo America's Gundam Fighter for a chance to avenge his best friend, Rykan
"Welcome, Curtis to your new home for three months," his father Colonel Neil Lee greeted Curtis. "I have been instructed to brief you on the kind of physical and mental training exercises you're going to be put through for the next three months. As far as physical goes, you'll be having daily sessions of the standard bodybuilding, calisthenics, and martial arts training. You'll also receive swordplay and fencing lessons. This will be what the first month will be like. Afterwards, during the second month you'll be run through a series of batteries of mental tests to make sure that you will be able to handle the mental strain of being a Gundam Fighter, and that you'll be able to think on your feet quickly and efficiently. The final leg of your training will be a series of simulated Gundam fight matches. At first you'll only face Murphy's, but you'll slowly work your way up the ranks until you face last year's champion." When his father was done talking, they had arrived at Curtis's room, and it was getting late. "G'night, Dad," Curtis said. "Goodnight, son. See you tomorrow. I'm your physical trainer." At this Curtis groaned and his father laughed. Curtis went in his room and sat on the bed. Rykan, he thought, did you go through all this, or you told you were already perfect like you always were?
The Next Day: A screen in Curtis's room popped on and his father's face appeared. He took a deep breath and yelled, "CURTIS, GET UP NOW! IF I DON'T SEE YOU DRESSED AND READY FOR TRAINING IN TEN MINUTES YOU'RE DOING DOUBLE EXERCISES TODAY! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" "You called, dad?" said Curtis from behind him. When his dad spun around, he could tell by the look on his face that he had planned ahead and got up early. "Well, let's go then," his dad grumbled. " And for that, you're doing double exercises anyway." Curtis would have argued had it been anybody else, but his was his father and he knew better. When they reached the weight room, Curtis's father told him to try and bench press the weight he had set up. It was only 150 lbs. Since Curtis had always been kind of scrawny. To his surprise Curtis lifted it easily. Then Curtis added on weights until it was 450 lbs. He had some trouble but he managed to lift it for some time before setting it down. "Most people do tend to underestimate my strength," he said to his father. He slipped of some of the weights until it was 250 lbs. His dad stood over him and told him to start lifting. Curtis lifted with ease and did it for half and our before se started to show signs of fatigue. His father stopped him immediately and whispered, " Amazing!" under his breath. Curtis' father told him to get on the treadmill so that they could check his stamina. Curtis headed over and set the machine at an easy 8 mph. However, as time pressed on, his father increased the incline and the speed until he stopped him at a 60 degree incline and he was running at 35 mph. Curtis casually stepped off even though he was tired as hell. "That's all for today, son get some rest," his father said. Cutis only nodded and headed for his room. When he got there he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep before he hit the sheets. Nia wandered by his room and noticed his condition. She hefted him onto the bed properly and covered him. She kissed him on the forehead and thought, He looks so peaceful. I just wish I vould tell him how I feel about him. With that she left the room and headed to her own.
So what did you think? I know it's short, but I plan to update daily so you'll be kept entertained. By the way, this is dedicated to Spork Goddess, my first even reviewer on ff.net. Yes, I have other stories, but no one reviewed them!
"Gundam Sapphire" Chapter 2: Training Camp
Last Time: Curtis Lee consented to becoming Neo America's Gundam Fighter for a chance to avenge his best friend, Rykan
"Welcome, Curtis to your new home for three months," his father Colonel Neil Lee greeted Curtis. "I have been instructed to brief you on the kind of physical and mental training exercises you're going to be put through for the next three months. As far as physical goes, you'll be having daily sessions of the standard bodybuilding, calisthenics, and martial arts training. You'll also receive swordplay and fencing lessons. This will be what the first month will be like. Afterwards, during the second month you'll be run through a series of batteries of mental tests to make sure that you will be able to handle the mental strain of being a Gundam Fighter, and that you'll be able to think on your feet quickly and efficiently. The final leg of your training will be a series of simulated Gundam fight matches. At first you'll only face Murphy's, but you'll slowly work your way up the ranks until you face last year's champion." When his father was done talking, they had arrived at Curtis's room, and it was getting late. "G'night, Dad," Curtis said. "Goodnight, son. See you tomorrow. I'm your physical trainer." At this Curtis groaned and his father laughed. Curtis went in his room and sat on the bed. Rykan, he thought, did you go through all this, or you told you were already perfect like you always were?
The Next Day: A screen in Curtis's room popped on and his father's face appeared. He took a deep breath and yelled, "CURTIS, GET UP NOW! IF I DON'T SEE YOU DRESSED AND READY FOR TRAINING IN TEN MINUTES YOU'RE DOING DOUBLE EXERCISES TODAY! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" "You called, dad?" said Curtis from behind him. When his dad spun around, he could tell by the look on his face that he had planned ahead and got up early. "Well, let's go then," his dad grumbled. " And for that, you're doing double exercises anyway." Curtis would have argued had it been anybody else, but his was his father and he knew better. When they reached the weight room, Curtis's father told him to try and bench press the weight he had set up. It was only 150 lbs. Since Curtis had always been kind of scrawny. To his surprise Curtis lifted it easily. Then Curtis added on weights until it was 450 lbs. He had some trouble but he managed to lift it for some time before setting it down. "Most people do tend to underestimate my strength," he said to his father. He slipped of some of the weights until it was 250 lbs. His dad stood over him and told him to start lifting. Curtis lifted with ease and did it for half and our before se started to show signs of fatigue. His father stopped him immediately and whispered, " Amazing!" under his breath. Curtis' father told him to get on the treadmill so that they could check his stamina. Curtis headed over and set the machine at an easy 8 mph. However, as time pressed on, his father increased the incline and the speed until he stopped him at a 60 degree incline and he was running at 35 mph. Curtis casually stepped off even though he was tired as hell. "That's all for today, son get some rest," his father said. Cutis only nodded and headed for his room. When he got there he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep before he hit the sheets. Nia wandered by his room and noticed his condition. She hefted him onto the bed properly and covered him. She kissed him on the forehead and thought, He looks so peaceful. I just wish I vould tell him how I feel about him. With that she left the room and headed to her own.
So what did you think? I know it's short, but I plan to update daily so you'll be kept entertained. By the way, this is dedicated to Spork Goddess, my first even reviewer on ff.net. Yes, I have other stories, but no one reviewed them!