"I am finding it hard to believe that you lot are the students of Namda."
The instructor raised his hand to touch his heart in a dramatic gesture of disappointment, though the smile on his face had never dimmed.
"How could you accept defeat just after a measly warm-up?"
Hearing the word measly, all the students did their best to stare at the instructor in disgust.
Calling a hundred and thirty laps a measly warm-up was an insult to their existence itself.
Though none of them could voice out their thoughts, as their bodies were sprawled on the ground below.
"I was thinking of taking the training session after the warm-up, but seeing your current... state, I don't think it would be possible."
Many sighed in relief at the instructor's statement.
