The physical conditioning was far more grueling than Shisui had expected.
Before this, he usually only exercised by running, and he rarely ran himself to exhaustion.
But today was different. Shisui had gone through exercises for nearly every part of his body.
After eight hundred push-ups, Shisui felt as though his arms no longer belonged to him. After eight hundred squats, his legs were as heavy as lead. After eight hundred sit-ups, his abdomen ached and swelled with pain.
After completing all those basic exercises, Shisui leaned against a tree and felt as if he had lost control of his body.
Usually, watching Might Guy train so fiercely did not seem like much. Only after doing it himself did Shisui understand how miserable it was.
Toward the end, he was practically holding on through sheer willpower. His bodily sensations had become hazy, and he was merely relying on his will to complete the repetitive motions.
Shisui almost could not resist using Chakra to assist his movements. He was simply too tired.
Imagine it: sweat continuously streamed down, blurring your vision, while the salt in it stung your eyes. Every movement of your heavy limbs tested your will and strength, yet you could not stop because you had not reached your training goal.
"Four hundred and twelve, four hundred and thirteen..."
Watching Might Guy continue his frog-jump training nearby, Shisui could not help but feel admiration.
He and Might Guy had started training at almost the same time. Might Guy's exercises were even harder than his. When Shisui did push-ups, he simply did push-ups, but Might Guy put a rock on his back as extra weight.
Even so, Might Guy still did more than him in the same amount of time. Even after Shisui had exhausted himself, Might Guy still had