Secret's! [War Of K-M-DGsp-M4221] Locked OSO.0
[B1-37] Sometimes, One Good is Unconsciously Repaid By Him With a Row of Goodness (8/12)

Sunny morning sun enters the Slave Shelter Gymnasium, where Ret is running and trying

hard to chase the group of slaves in front of him. Although he continued to try to speed up his footsteps, the slaves in front of Ret seemed to keep away from him.

Unlike the time when he ran with fear and panic was not clear when saving Me, now Ret ran only with the determination not to be left behind from Nok and the slaves in front of him.

Not felt, “Now how many laps?!! Shit,” they had all run dozens of times around the Fitness Ground the size of a football field, from the starting point at the Iron Door of the Gymnasium.

How I chased them, Ret thought. He continued to look at the backs of the slaves in front of him.

Then, just as Ret thought so, Nok suddenly patted Ret on the shoulder from behind him.

Ret exclaims, “Uh?! You're so fast, Nok! Shit!!”

“Ahahaha Nok laughed loudly while accelerating his footsteps. “You're too slow, Ret.”

“No need to rush, Ret,” Nok advises, while turning his head but still running, “Cause―this is just a warm-up!”

“Huh, I, still, strong!” exclaim Ret, with great enthusiasm. Also, what is heating?!

Ret didn't understand the terms Nok said in the first place. He just kept trying to catch up, but Nok and the slaves too quickly left him in the back row and were overlapped several times by him.

Continuing to run alone in the back, Ret's breath began to be decapitated.

“Still dozens of these laps! Passion, Ret!!”

Nok follows Ret back, and casually she calls out to him like that.

When Ret began to breathe heavily, he only saw Nok's wide back that kept moving away and the group of slaves started to follow after―they kept running behind Nok, no one dared to catch up with Nok.

This, do you think Ret, who can't even get close to Nok, powers, from, one of the Mafia Members?!

Ret breathing heavily but still running with the same pace tempo. Several times he tried to speed up his pace. “But I think it's a bad idea―to speed up my pace, huh.”

And sure enough, Nok who always follows him continues to remind him, “Just keep your pace tempo, Ret―and Don't push yourself too much. It's just a warm-up, I said earlier, right.”

Ret had forgotten how many times Nok patted him on the shoulder while catching up with him at an unreasonable running speed.

Then, countless number of rounds of Ret ran around the Slave Shelter Gymnasium Room. He saw Nok with the other group of slaves standing up and breathing them out.

I still have to run, Ret thought, starting to forget. “Some more rounds, huh.”

When Ret will keep running, Nok stop it, “Here is enough―come! Later you will only interfere with the emergence of sports equipment.”

“Uh?!” Ret stopped his steps while looking back. “Tapi―”

“Come here,” urges Nok, staring into the middle of the Gymnasium, “Quick ...”

“O-oke.” Ret nodded lightly and returned to Nok's side. “Whatever―”

Before Ret will ask him, fitness equipment and sports equipment in general appear suddenly from underground.

“I've seen this all on Television,” Ret said, widening her eyes, shocked, “Isn't this Slave Shelter too fancy?! If outside, we have to spend several hundred Credits just to rent these tools.”

In contrast to Ret who is excited because he can use these tools for free, Nok and the slaves around him sighed in frustration while shaking their heads.

“’Mewah’, huh,” sneer Nok, staring at Ret with a pitiful look, “Selection of your words is as pitiful as ever, Ret.”

And suddenly after Nok sneered like that, a box of ground level appeared from underground in the middle of the Gymnasium.

“That,” murmur Ret. “Box for what?”

Ret bends his head to Nok, trying to ask him.

Nok joked like that, but Ret even confused back with a term that he did not understand.

“Why is it called ‘Ring’?!” ask Ret.

“Because when we will start the fight and end it with the sound of ¤Ring-Ring¤, maybe?” replied Nok, in a vexed tone.

The slaves around them both chuckled, and began light exercise in general. Some of them started lifting weights and doing other things.

“Maybe like that? Just follow my movements―this is just a sport movement in general. You must have―ah!” It's like realizing something. “You're from Orphanage, yes, Ret?”

“I-iya,” reply Ret, nervous, “You b-true.”

“Not to be nervous like that―that's disgusting.” Nok squinted his brows at Ret, and looked at her with a look of disdain. “Just follow my moves!”

Ret reply back, “O-oke!”

Nok exemplifies light exercise in general such as: push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups and other up-ups. The movements seemed foreign to Ret, but she tried them out with some instructions from Nok. “Remember my instructions earlier. You can do it wherever you want.”

After Nok instructed Ret and told her the basics of light exercise, she started using the tools around her.

Ret nodded lightly and said, “O-oke,” then started the sport according to instructions from Nok.

Not until half an hour they all use fitness equipment and sports equipment in general, the bell began to ring.

Hearing the sound of ¤Ring-Ring¤ that echoed throughout the Gymnasium, Nok and other slaves stopped their activities.

Nok walked leisurely in the front row―like leading the other slaves, heading to the middle of the Gymnasium.

As Nok and the other slaves made their way to the middle of the Gymnasium, the fitness equipment and other tools suddenly sank back underground.

We, are we done?! Damnit. From that moment, Ret thought. “I didn't finish what Nok instructed at all, huh.”

Nok rises above the prominent, square-shaped surface of the land: Ring-Scoats, along with other slaves. They were all preparing to do something.

“What do they want to do?!” muttered Ret, looking at everyone above the Ring-Barung in the middle of the Fitness Place.

When Nok and the other slaves were already on the Ring-Tarung, Ret just walked towards the middle of the Gymnasium.

After the slaves above the Ring-Tarung put up a fighting position, Ret realized something.

All of us, should we fight?! Shit, what the fuck, Ret thought. He can't fight at all.

¤Ring!!!¤ One bell sound makes the slaves above the Ring-Ball move from their fighting position. The sound of boisterous spirit cries simultaneously accompanied by footsteps, echoed throughout the Gymnasium.

“A-I ...” Ret said nervously like that. Absolutely can not fight―Moreover must .. fight with Nok?! Shial―

“Hoy!” yell someone over the Ring-Barung at him.

However, one person in the middle of the Ring-Tarung dropped the slaves who were around him very nimble.

“What are you doing down there, Ret?!!” urge Nok, while looking down at Ring-Barung and smiling creepily at him, “Quick here! Or do you want to be paralyzed by yourself?”

“L-lu-paralyzed by itself?!” peek Ret, start panicking. “Whatan―”

Blue spots in the iron circle of Ret slave necklace, began to change color to red very quickly and accompanied by a deafening sound, ¤Tuuttt ...!!! ¤ who keeps buzzing in his ears.

“Sial ..!!!”

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