School had finished. I went to the bathroom, changed my

clothes, and had jogged on the road home. After greeting

my parents, I jogged toward the gym, and had a nice workout.

Back and biceps, and I also noticed some results. My biceps

are starting to show, my face looks a bit thinner, and I lost some

weight. 'Should I do kickboxing?' I wanted to do kickboxing, but

it might be too much of a strain paying for both gym membership

and a boxing gym membership at the same time. With that, I came

to a conclusion.

"Mother, Father. I have a request."

"Ah, Chun! You are losing weight! You are looking better now.

Anyways, what is your request?"

"Mother, I want to buy a heavy bag."

"Heavy bag?"

"It's a punching bag."

"Hm, go to your room. Mother and Father will think about it."

I went to my room and stepped on the scale. I was 186

pounds. Normally, if someone saw that they had lost

14 pounds in such a short time, they would be shocked and

happy about it. I wasn't. I was scared that I might put the

weight back on. It's been about 2 weeks since school ended

and since my diet and weight loss journey had started. I

calmed down and told myself it would be alright. I just had

to stick to the 2000 calorie diet and never have a cheat

day. Eventually, should I have a cheat day, I will be fine.

But that will be a while from now. I did some more research

on Body Recomposition and did some studying.

It was July 18, 2018. COVID-19 spreads in 2 years,

the awakenings of a small portion of human population

happens in 4 years, and then 4 years after that, abnormalities

come. Awakenings don't happen out of the blue. To have a chance

to receive an awakening, you must have a strong, burning passion

for something that you love doing. 'Currently, I have a passion for

my health and fitness. Is it even possible for me to achieve an

awakening?' I lay back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. 'I'm bored.

I'll just go for a jog.'

"Chun, we decided to get you a punching bag."

"Really?"

"Yes. We're going to go buy it at the sports shop later. We'll let

you know once we are ready to go."

"Alright, I'll be gone for around 30 minutes."

I closed the door to my home and started to stretch. 'Hmm..

I'll just run to the gym and do another workout. Maybe some

of the basic stuff like my bench press, squat, and deadlift.'

I had only started resistance training two weeks ago. Back

then, my bench press was just the bar, squat was 150 lbs,

and deadlift was 230 lbs. These were decent. Considering

I was only in middle school and only at the age of 12, it was

quite good. I did everything and these were the results:

Squat - 170 lbs

Deadlift - 260 lbs

Benchpress - 65 lbs

I was very pleased with the results. A grin made its way

on my face as I was jogging on the road to home.

***

I showered and changed my clothes. Looking in the

mirror, I wasn't obese anymore. Just overweight. Of course,

my weight was still considered obese, but from looking in the

mirror, I didn't look like 186 pounds. I probably look like I'm

150. That's still not good for my age, though. My biceps

started to reveal itself, and so did my triceps. Damn. As a

teen, results came quicker than the videos said.

My parents bought me the punching bag that weighed 100 lbs.

We hooked it up to the rusty, but very sturdy roof of our garage.

I thanked them as they went to the living room to watch TV.

'Let's get started.'

I put on boxing gloves and thew a punch at the bag. It felt

like I was punching a brick, but I forced myself to endure the

pain. After a few punches, I took off my gloves, went to my room,

and watched videos on how kickboxers would practice on a bag.

After 30 minutes of doing that, I went straight to the garage to

do more practice.

The next morning, I was sore as hell. 'F*ck, I can't move.' I had to

get stronger for myself, my health, and to beat the sh*t out of those

kids.

August 20, 2018. School starts in a few days, and it's my last year

of middle school. I weighed about 160 pounds, but didn't look fat.

My stomach didn't bulge out of my shirt, but instead my chest was.

I looked at myself in the mirror and it was hard to believe it was a

13 year old body. My arms looked a bit toned, my stomach was flat,

my chest had strands of visible muscle and looked like the chest of

a body builder. My height was 180 cm. It's crazy. This much progress in real life? I think I have

great genetics! My face looked slimer and I looked quite handsome.

My jawline started to show, but it wasn't razor sharp. It was still pretty masculine.

Enough staring at myself. I'm wasting time, I have to do my daily routine!

I jogged to the gym and did a Push workout. ( Chest, Tricpes, Shoulders. )

After that, I sprinted back home, put boxing gloves on, and stared at the

punching bag. Sometimes I would force my Father to throw serious punches

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at me so I could practice evading. Honestly, my evasion was probably better

than my punches. When my Father threw a punch, it was really predictable.

Not only that, I have good eye sight. It looked as if his punch would be

in slow motion. I punched the bag and it sounded heavy. The bag would swing

around after every single one of my punches. It already had a couple

of wrinkles and tears from my kicks and punches. In the garage where the

red punching bag was, it sounded like someone was banging hard on a door.

I finished the intense cardio with the heavy bag. I would do 20 rounds and 5

minutes each round, 30 second rest. My stamina skyrocketed. 'I might ask

my parents if I can participate in kickboxing tournaments.'

***

August 26, 2018. Summer has ended. Today is the first day of school.

I woke up at 5:30 in the morning, hit the heavy bag and did roadwork.

School started at 7:30. I woke my parents up and made sure they weren't

late for work. It was strange. An almost adult-like figure that had the voice

of a child, hovering over you, shaking you to wake up. My parents woke up

in shock. I had been really busy with my fitness so they would only see me

one or two times a day. After waking them up, I showered and stared at

myself in the mirror again. I was no longer fat. I was slim, weighing 150 pounds,

good looks nice plum lips, and toned muscles. 'Damn, my abs aren't showing yet. That's

going to take a while.' I happily walked to school already knowing a handful

of the material that will be reviewed over the school year. My smile attracted

many of the female students walking on the same road as I was.

'F*ck.. I'm gaining too much attention.' I suddenly opened the classrom door

and had 25 pairs of eyes staring right at me. I was a bit nervous, but it didn't

bother me that much.

"Woah, isn't he good looking?"

"Yeah, do you think he's one of the new students?"

Chatter...Chatter...Chatter...

I slowly sat down in my desk right next to the nerdy kid.

"H-Hey, n-nice t-t-to meet you.. I'm Wu Seong. I hope we can b-be frie-"

"Stop." I cut him off in a harsh tone. "We've already met. I'm Chun Ho-Jin."

"N-No way, you a-are lyi-"

The teacher came into the room. Oh God. It's this lady again. The annoying

homeroom teacher I had last year.

"Hello everyone, I'm Maeng Eun. I will be your homeroom teacher for the

rest of the school year. I am looking forward to working with all of you.

Everyone, please be quiet. We have new students joining our class

today. Please come in."

Three new students came marching in the classroom. One was a

big guy who looked like a delinquent. He had a stomach bulging out of his

shirt and had eye bags. His hair was really short and he wore flip flops.

The one behind her was a beautiful young female who had long healthy

black hair that went to her waist. She had great figure and a breathtaking

appearance with elegant eyes. The last student, was a nerdy girl. I think

she'll be great friends with the person next to me.

"I'm Yuk Hae-Il."

"In Su-Ji." She said her name in a cold way. Her facial expression was easy to

read. She is probably thinking 'Stop looking at my body you filthy dogs.'

"I-I-I'm Ong Soo-Yeon.

They chose their seats. As In Su-Ji walked past me, our eyes met. She looked

at me with a curious facial expression. I didn't think much about it.

***

The school bell rang. It was time for lunch. I sat alone at a round table with a few

chairs. I unpacked my lunch. It was chicken breast with vegatables and water.

"Hey. You Chun Ho-Jin?"

I turned my head around slowly. It was the scum. Son Jung-Su.

"Yeah. I am."

He was surprised. My appearance changed in 2 months. It seemed impossible

to other people.

"No way. You're the fat f*cker from 2 months ago?" They started laughing

while I continued to eat my chicken breast with vegatables. It was pretty

good.

Son Jung-Su put his hand on my left shoulder. 'W-What the? His

shoulder is swole!' I looked to my left and told him in a cold manner.

"You got a problem? Don't disturb me while I'm eating."

I looked around checking to see if there were any teachers. There weren't,

but there were a lot of students looking at the scene we caused.

"H-Hey, don't mess with us. We can make you feel like dying!"

"Exactly what did I do to mess with you?"

He let go of his grip on my shoulder and grinned. I decided to provoke him,

though it was really childish.

"F*ckin p*ssy." I pointed my middle finger and thought to myself,

how to people say these words without even cringing or feeling

any sense of being immature? But I definitely knew one thing.

It was satisfying to do this. This is what you call karma. It'll

always bite you back in the ass one day.

"Heh. You don't know who you are messing with. Get him!"

The three kids standing behind him walked up to me. I stood up and

towered over them with my overwhelming height. The kid in the front

threw a punch at me, but I caught it.

"Can't you see I'm eating?"

They trembled in fear. The kid who tried punching me pissed his

pants. They ran away. 'Good thing I didn't get into a fight. If

I did, I might've accidentally shattered their skull with a punch.

Everyone was laughing. 'Sh*t. I was also being recorded. Hope

my parents don't see it if it get's uploaded to the internet. I could

get in trouble.' I quickly finished my lunch and went straight to the

bathroom. Son Jung-Su was here with five other kids. There was

something different about them. I looked at their apparel. Three of

them were highschoolers from a deliquent-filled school. Two of

them were covered in full body tattoos. They were taller than me.

"You dare disrespect me? You'll pay the price you pig."

'Well sh*t. I'll call an ambulance for now.'