The only good thing about summer was probably the short sleeves, skirts, and sandals. Because of them, girls revealed their smooth arms, thighs, toes, and the fine sweat beading on the backs of their necks...
During this summer vacation, when going outside brought almost nothing good, one man was carrying out grueling physical training in the wilderness.
Like a soaked rag being wrung dry, the copious sweat dripping from his body had dampened the soil beneath him.
Anyone who had watched the European Youth Championship a few months ago would certainly have recognized him.
Aihara Take.
The adopted son of the Fighting Heavenly King, and one of Japan's strongest rising-generation talents.
Aihara Take, who was doing one-handed push-ups, suddenly spoke. "Martial King, you're back."
As soon as he spoke,
Infernape slowly emerged from the forest, flames burning more fiercely across its body than they had several months ago.
"Fern." Infernape gave a low cry and extended its hand.
A flame appeared in its palm.
Unlike ordinary fire, though this flame burned, it emitted rumbling booms.
It was as though explosions were constantly going off within it.
Its color was deep, nearly blood-red.
"You mastered it. Well done..."
With that, Aihara Take took a deep breath and suddenly withdrew four fingers, pushing himself up with only his index finger.
Five fingers wouldn't do. The training efficiency was too low.
After gritting his teeth and holding out for three minutes of one-finger push-ups, the intense pain in his index finger brought Aihara Take's training for the day to an end.
"Let me examine your body."
Infernape naturally had no objection to its Trainer's request and obediently raised its rear.
Don't get the wrong idea.
Its body was too bulky. Only in this position could Aihara Take jump onto its back and reach