“Ugh, thirty.” Jane grunted as she finished her third set of pullups. The veins in her arms slightly popped out as felt the blood pumping through them from the intense workout she had been doing for the past hour.

It had been a while since she had last worked out, today was the first time she had come back to Redwood. She had been a little busy or just forgot about it, but today she wanted to get back on schedule with her exercise.

It always felt nice to finish a workout and today was no different. After doing a back and bicep workout, those muscles screamed at her after having been worked to their limit, a sign she had a good session.

She let go of the tree branch in her backyard after finishing her set of pullups and landed on the rough dirt ground below. Her protruding biceps were glistening with sweat and were already sore thanks to the workout Jane put them through today.

The afternoon sun splashed across her slightly flushed face that was red from both the heat and exercise, while her chiseled abs were continuously being pushed back and forth as she breathed deeply. Tied back in a ponytail was her straight black hair, slightly frizzled from the heat and sweat.

Using a hand towel she brought along, she wiped the sweat off her face and sat down under one of the trees next to her place, letting the shade cool her down. It wasn't as hot as it was yesterday but if you did any form of exercise outside, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

There was nowhere else close by where she could workout so she chose her yard by the side of her house as a temporary spot for her workouts. The area had some nice spots for body weight exercises, while one of the trees had a nice branch for pull ups she just used. It wasn’t the greatest, but it would do for now.

Hopefully after her place was done she could purchase some actual equipment and set up a home workout room inside. Her basement might work well for that but for now body weight exercises in the outdoors would do just fine.

She took a deep breath and took in the peaceful sounds around her; the chirping of birds, the swaying of branches and the clam meandering creek nearby.

Last night she slept like a log and she only woke up when it was the afternoon of the next day, roughly sixteen hours of much needed sleep. Today, she was back to full energy like yesterday’s craziness had never happened.

There was an actual reason for this, as well as a reason why she was able to do three sets of thirty pullups like it wasn't that hard. Her body was built differently than others— or all classholders' bodies were.

Classholders were unfair. Not only did they have miraculous abilities that were magical in nature, their bodies were also totally different then a normal persons. Their bodies were always coursing full of energy, granting them higher endurance, stamina, and even a healthier body.

The abundance of energy inside her body let her train harder and longer while her body was able to easily handle the amount of stress put onto it. This was how Jane had become what some might coin as, a ‘muscle mommy’.

Though this allows classholder to train their bodies to insane degrees compared to a normal person, It still requires a ton of work and dedicated training to achieve such insane physiques— not exceptions.

Jane worked out as a hobby, but any dedicated combat oriented classholders were required to train their bodies if they wanted to get the best use out of their abilities. They trained a little differently, Jane focuses more on her physique rather than training her body to fight.

Whatever the case, If you didn't work hard, then it didn't matter how good your biology was.

Besides physiques, classholders didn't even have to worry about diseases or illnesses because their bodies would immediately purge any sign of abnormality it detected. Some more magical illnesses born through monsters or demons might affect them, but those cases were far in few between. Their special bodies were so healthy in fact that they could live roughly fifty extra years than what a normal person could live.

So not only did they have magical powers, they had perfectly healthy bodies and could live longer— All of It was very unfair in actuality.

As for Jane, she would take advantage of her situation and make the best out of it by training her body— Mira also seemed to like her muscles so that was a big positive.

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Currently she had her workout clothes on; a black sports bra, small looser gray shorts that just covered her butt, and a pair of dirtied brown running shoes. Beside her clothes she still wore her golden bracelets around her wrists— in fact she never took them off… ever.

Taking a swig of water from her jug, she stood back up and began her stretches. She made sure to always warm up and stretch before workouts because spending the extra few minutes helped out a lot. Not only was she strong, she was incredibly flexible, something most combat classholders didn't have over her.

After her ten minutes of stretching was over, she grabbed her backpack and made an impromptu decision to saunter down the hill towards the creek to take a quick splash in the cold water to cool down. She didn't have spare clothes or a large towel to dry off with so she’d have to figure that out as she went.

When she reached the shore, she summoned her phantom hands and enlarged both of them to their max size. Her hands then encased her body in a shell to block anyone's view of her. While her phantom hands were translucent, you would only be able to see blotches of color and movement— you couldn't actually see anything through them.

Not wanting to soak her only clothes, she stripped herself until she was naked and stuffed her sweaty clothes into her bag to store them for now. If one was able to see her, they would find a large black tattoo taking up the majority of her back.

This was the tattoo she talked to Angeline about. It kind of looked like a rune but It was in fact the class circle, a special symbol that represents all twelve of classes in one. The symbol was made of one large circle with twelve smaller circles inside and around the edges, each with one of the symbols of one of the classes.

She had gotten this tattoo alongside Mira when they both turned eighteen as a fun activity to do together. Mira herself got a different tattoo on her back, more related to her own class than Jane’s which represented all classes.

Why did she get this specific tattoo? It looked cool.

It took weeks of trying to find the perfect tattoo, but since she could never find one with meaning or purpose, she just got the one that looked the best to her. Whatever the case, she liked her tattoo.

Before going into the creek, Jane put on sandals to protect her feet, then proceeded to dip her toes into the water. It didn't take that long to work the rest of her way into the water.

As Jane got to the deepest parts of the creek, the water still only went up to her lower thigh. To cool off her entire body and get refreshed, she sat on an outstretched pinky from one of her phantom hands and lowered herself into the water slowly.

She bathed in the creek for a couple of minutes until she began to feel cold. That was her que to dry off with the only thing she could think of— her hand towel she used for her sweat. It was going to get washed after this so it didn't matter.

Once she was dry, she realized she really didn't plan this all that well considering she neither had a body towel or any spare clothes to put on. With a sigh, Jane squeezed into her old sweaty clothes and made her back up the hill to her house.

She was still gonna shower and change when she got home anyways, but it felt a little gross to put on already sweaty clothes— especially the ones down below. Her own house didn't have a shower— or a shower that she wanted to use, so her current destination was her parents house.

Back onto the road, she slowly sauntered towards the bluegold hill, not in too much of a rush but there were a few things she needed to get done today. Working on her house could wait for a few days.

Tomorrow was the celebration, the big thing that's been in the works for the last week or so. She didn't know what the mayor had planned or how everything would play out yet; that was one of the things she needed to find out today. If the mayor didn’t visit her soon, she would storm over to his place and find him herself, she wasn't going to go into the celebration blind.

Then the other major thing she needed to do was continue practicing the presentation that she was going to be performing for everyone. She already had something planned that she had practiced a bit, but she still wanted to run it through a few more times to sort out the kinks and make sure it was smooth.

It was still a little nerve wracking to know that tomorrow everyone would know her, she was no longer gonna be the unknown classholder. Her practically anomalous identity would be revealed and she could only imagine what that would do for her future.

She was lucky that no one really knew what she looked like and hadn't been bothered by a stranger yet, but she could imagine that would change starting tomorrow. There were no responsibilities she had to the town— besides her job for the kingdom, but besides that she didn't have to do anything.

Whatever she did was up to her own volition meaning no one could make her help them or what not, that wasn't her job and she hoped others realized that. Honestly that was the least of her concerns but who knows what some people might think of her.

Would people start to bother her for help? Would people not care about her? How is everyone going to start treating her? How would her life change?

Classholders were treated widely and differently depending on where you lived. In big cities where there were a lot of classholders, they were treated mostly normal, but in smaller towns like Janes, who knows.

There were too many questions running in her head so she shut off her mind and kept walking until she made it back to her parents place.

“I'm back!” Jane yelled into the house, her voice echoing throughout the rooms. A muffled greeting came back her way from Rosalie and Jeff all the way upstairs.

Jane made her way upstairs, working her way to her parents' voices and found them in their bedroom standing around their bed. Abigail was off to the side relaxing in a chair, seemingly a little tired from the chaotic day she had yesterday.

“Hey, why are you all here?” Jane walked in the bedroom and looked at what they were all staring at. One of the legs of their bed frame had broken and caused their bed to be tilted in a diagonal angle.

“Your father might have sat down a little too forcefully, and broke one of the bed legs.” Jeff crossed his arms, happy with his explanation.

“What he means to say is that his fat ass flopped onto the bed recklessly.” Rosalie corrected her husband which earned her a betrayed look in return. “Oh you, what does it matter if you flopped down or sat down, either way you broke the bed.”

A fake expression of sadness crossed Jeff’s face promoting Rosalie to sign and wrap her arms around his waist. “There there, just because you're a little fat doesn't mean I should make fun of you.”

Rosalie ran out of the bedroom with a smirk while an angry Jeff chased after her. Jane heard their stomping feet make it all the way downstairs before it stopped in a fit of giggles.

‘What the fuck did I just watch?’ Jane was confused seeing her parents flirt in front of her but after a few seconds, she also walked out of the room with a sigh.

“I'm going to shower!” Jane yelled out to anyone in the house who wanted to know and stepped into the bathroom.