Morning arrived.
The planning was done.
No enemies attacking.
No cursed spirits.
No timelines collapsing.
No Mahito screaming somewhere in the background.
A rare species of day.
Takeru suddenly stood up.
"Gym time!"
Silence.
Then unexpectedly—
"YES."
"FINALLY."
"LET'S GO."
Yuji practically launched himself upward.
Hakari immediately grinned.
Kashimo looked interested.
Ryu looked very interested.
Even Nanami somehow looked less tired.
Megumi stared at everyone.
"…Why is everybody excited?"
Hakari pointed dramatically.
"…Because strength."
Ryu nodded.
"…Because food tastes better after."
Raiden cracked his knuckles.
"…Because violence against weights."
Even Sukuna smirked.
"…I am curious."
Megumi looked around slowly.
"…I don't trust any of this."
Later...
The gym doors opened.
Everyone walked in.
Machines lined the walls.
Weights stacked everywhere.
Mirrors reflected the whole group.
Then everyone looked toward Takeru.
And immediately froze.
"…What."
"…WHAT."
Takeru was already at the pull-up station.
Somehow.
No one saw him move.
And he was stacking weights.
Then more weights.
Then more weights.
Plate.
Plate.
Plate.
Plate.
Yuji stared.
"…How many is that?"
Hakari squinted.
"…I stopped counting."
Nanami adjusted his glasses.
"…I don't think that's a normal amount."
Takeru looked over.
"…Hm?"
Then casually stepped onto the platform.
Grabbed the bar.
One.
The chains rattled.
Two.
Metal groaned.
Three.
The machine itself made a concerning noise.
Four.
Megumi looked at the machine.
Then at Takeru.
Then back at the machine.
"…I think it's scared."
Meanwhile Takeru hopped down like nothing happened.
No exhaustion.
No heavy breathing.
Then immediately walked away.
Bench press.
Push-ups.
Sit-ups.
Squats.
Deadlifts.
Just normal workouts.
No cursed energy.
No techniques.
No reality-breaking nonsense.
Just Takeru exercising like a human-shaped hurricane.
Yuji blinked.
"…How is this somehow more terrifying than the Mahoraga army?"
Nearby, Fred slowly lifted a sign:
"Gym equipment status: fighting for its life."