LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 6: Chapter 6 - The Monster
Scene: TJ's Turn to Run the 40-Yard Dash
The excitement on the field hadn't died down since Sena's impressive dash. Hiruma was still grinning wickedly, his eyes darting back and forth between the runners and his stopwatch. He had pushed Sena to his limits, and now it was TJ's turn to face the infamous 40-yard dash challenge.
TJ stood at the starting line, feeling the eyes of the team on him. He stretched his legs, cracking his neck from side to side. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he wasn't nervous. If anything, this was a chance to show off what he could do.
TJ (grinning, speaking to himself): "Alright, let's see what I'm made of."
Hiruma: (Hiruma ready's his rocket): "READY!!! SET!!! YA- HAAAA!!" Zommm!!! click!
TJ(As he croses the 4- yard line): "Alright how was that?"
Hiruma(Checks the stop watch):"YA-HA!!! 4.3 Seconds!!!! Thats sub-light speed you yankee!!!" TJ (grinning, whistled): "Alright,thats my best so far. Still slower than you though Sena, I knew you were more than you let on."
Kurita and Sena: "Wooooo!!! Thats amazing!!"
Hiruma(Checks the stop watch):"Alright punks footballs not only about speed, its also about strength. Lets go to the weight room and see how yall do!!!"
fter the intense 40-yard dash challenge, the team headed into the weight room to see who could hold their own with the iron. Sena was still trying to catch his breath, his legs shaking slightly, but he wasn't going to back down from whatever challenge Hiruma had in store for them next.
Hiruma (grinning devilishly): "Alright, now that you've had your fun with the dashes, let's see what you're really made of. The weight room's ready, so let's check your personal bests."
Sena, still feeling the sting of the sprint, shot a nervous glance at TJ. He wasn't sure what he was in for. While he had always been fast, strength wasn't exactly his strong suit. Still, he wasn't about to let TJ show him up.
Sena (nervously): "Uh... I've never really lifted much before, but I'll try my best."
TJ, however, seemed completely unfazed by the prospect of lifting.
TJ (grinning): "No worries, man. I've got you covered. We'll start off light and build up."
Kurita, his giant frame already heading toward the bench press, looked eager. He was excited about the idea of setting a new personal record and was already eyeing the weights.
Kurita (excitedly): "I've been working on my bench press. Let's see how I stack up today!"
Hiruma (smirking): "Alright, enough standing around. Who's going first? Let's see who can actually lift, huh?"
The group gathered around the bench press area, where Kurita, ever the eager one, was already heading toward the bench with determination in his eyes.
Kurita (grinning): "Alright, I'm going first. Watch and learn, guys."
Kurita laid down on the bench press, adjusted his grip, and with a focused expression, began lifting the barbell. The weight was impressive: 180 kilograms. The strain showed on Kurita's face, but with a grunt of effort, he pushed through, completing his set without much trouble. After a few moments, he lowered the barbell with a proud smile.
Kurita (breathing heavily, smiling): "There we go. 180 kilograms—personal best."
TJ (nodding): "Not bad at all, Kurita. You're a beast."
Sena (eyes wide): "180 kg?! That's... that's insane!"
Kurita puffed out his chest in pride. He was used to being the strong one, but it felt good to show off his strength.
Hiruma (smirking): "Pfft, nice job, but you've got nothing on me. Watch closely, guys. My turn."
Hiruma swaggered up to the bench press with his signature cocky grin. He wasn't known for his physical strength, but his love of teasing others certainly was. With dramatic flair, he slapped his hands together, ready to lift.
Hiruma (mockingly): "Prepare to witness greatness."
He placed a much lighter weight on the bar: 75 kilograms. While it wasn't as impressive as Kurita's, Hiruma was confident that his skills lay in other areas, namely, dominating with style. He lowered the bar to his chest and pushed it up with a laugh, the set looking effortless.
Hiruma (sitting up, smirking): "75 kilograms. Don't go getting jealous, now."
TJ (laughing): "You've got a lot of confidence for someone who just lifted less than half what Kurita did."
Hiruma (flashing a grin): "It's not about the weight, it's about how you lift it, TJ. Show me what you've got."
Sena, now feeling the pressure mounting, took a deep breath. It was his turn, and while he was no powerhouse, he wasn't going to back down. He walked up to the bench press, placed a modest 25 kilograms on the bar, and lay down. The weight felt heavy in his arms, and his movements were a bit shaky as he tried to push the bar up.
Sena (nervously): "Uh... here we go."
With a bit of effort, he managed to lift the barbell for a few reps before sitting up, his face flushed from the effort.
Sena (panting): "35 kilograms. I... I think that's my personal best for now."
Kurita (encouragingly): "Hey, that's a good start, Sena! You'll get stronger in no time."
Hiruma (mockingly): "Ha! 35 kilograms? That's not even half my weight, kid. Looks like you've got a long way to go."
After Sena's turn, it was time for TJ to step up to the bench press. The group gathered around, eager to see how much the newcomer could lift. Kurita and Hiruma were already giving him a curious look—after all, TJ wasn't exactly small, but they hadn't seen him in action yet.
Kurita (smiling): "Alright, TJ, let's see what you've got. You've been watching us, now it's your turn."
TJ gave a confident smile and made his way over to the bench press. He wasn't known for showing off, but he was always up for a challenge. As he approached, Hiruma raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
Hiruma (teasing): "Let's see if you can lift more than this guy with all that muscle. Think you can do better than 75 kilograms?"
TJ chuckled but didn't respond to Hiruma's jabs. He just took his position at the bench, adjusting the bar. His focus was sharp, as always, and he added weight to the bar, stacking up a massive 185 kilograms. The others exchanged glances, worried by the weight TJ had chosen. They were clearly expecting something impressive, but they weren't sure what he was truly capable of.
TJ (calmly): "Alright. Here we go."
With a steady breath, TJ lowered himself onto the bench. He grasped the bar tightly with both hands and carefully positioned his feet. As he steadied himself, Kurita and Sena watched closely, both eager to see what would happen next. Hiruma, of course, was grinning from ear to ear, enjoying the tension in the air.
Hiruma (mocking): "If you can't lift it, don't worry. We'll make sure no one sees you fail."
Kurita (spotting TJ said reassuringly): "Hey, don't worry, TJ-kun. You've got this. We're all rooting for you."
TJ ignored the teasing as he focused on the task at hand. With a slight adjustment, he took a deep breath and began his lift. The barbell rose smoothly off the rack, the weight feeling like second nature to him. He pressed it up with power and precision, his arms and chest working in perfect sync.
Sena (wide-eyed): "Wow... he's actually doing it!"
TJ completed the set without breaking a sweat, and with a final push, he locked the bar back into place. He sat up with a relaxed smile, wiping a small bead of sweat from his forehead.
TJ (grinning): "165 kilograms. That's my max."
There was a stunned silence in the weight room for a moment, and then Kurita let out a excited howl.
Kurita (impressed): "That's Amazing!!! 165 kg!!!?"
Hiruma (grinning wider): "Not bad, TJ."
Sena (gasping): "That was amazing... I can't believe you just lifted that like it was nothing!"
Daemon Devil Bats Physical Results
Player Height Weight Max Bench (kg) 40-Yard Dash (sec)
TJ 6'3" 98 kg 165 kg 4.3s
Sena 5'1" 48 kg 35 kg 4.2s
Kurita 6'5" 145 kg 180 kg 6.5s
Hiruma 5'10" 67 kg 75 kg 5.1s