I wanted to be strong. No I wanted to be the strongest. To surpass human limits. To be like the stories I so craved. This desire plagued me like none other tearing at me at every waking me moment clawing at my insides threating to destroy the very fabric of my being. So I looked for a solution.

My search took me to the deepest corners of the internet where every fantastical delusion that the human mind could concoct lied before my eyes. I scoured for weeks, grasping at every piece of information I could find. Every Google taking me deeper into what I was staring to believe an impossible quest. I was at wits end ready to give up when I finally found it.

I couldn't believe it. This was not magic, not a meteor from the sky, not a god descending from the heavens, not a gamers window appearing out of the blue. No it was the simplest of solutions. So simple I couldn't believe my eyes.

Pushups.

I was doubtful. Not ready to place even the smallest of hope into something so mundane. But all of my other searches bared no fruit, so reluctantly I tried.

I couldn't get past twenty. I was appalled by myself. How was it that Zoro could do thousand of one finger push-ups yet I couldn't do twenty. So I continued, original goal forgotten simply wanting to prove to myself that I could at the very least match up to One-Punch man with an even hundred

I couldn't get past eighty. The eighty pushups took thee entire day and twelve different sets before completion. I lay on my floor paralyzed and astounded. How the hell was that so hard? What I had thought would be an easy task seemed to be the most difficult I had ever encountered.

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It was so hard in fact that I could no longer move my arms every attempt causing further pain. But for some reason I couldn't explain I liked it. A desire to do more coursed through my veins a rush that I couldn't understand compelling me upwards and without conscious thought I had already cranked out ten more pain inducing pushups.

I passed out. I came to this sudden realization when I heard the alarm for school blaring from my phone shocking me awake. Turning it off I pondered over last nights events. That was a surprise. To think that such a great thing existed. Of course I had worked out before in gym but this was different, this was....fun.

I had never thought that way before only considering them a chore at best and torture at best but now, I wanted to it again. These thoughts occupied my mime through the entire school day, even the walk home through the sweltering New York streets couldn't impede them.

Entering my apartment I quickly rushed to my room flinging my bag across the bed and without even taking off my jacket began. It was harder than yesterday. Not surprising my arms still felt some of the pain racking my limbs with every crank of my arms yet some how I made it to... ten.

I rolled over a smile etched into my face and wondered if pain ever felt that good.