The Hero Agency's training facility was on the east side of the building, separated from the main offices by a long corridor that Ning had walked through maybe twice in his life. Blake was standing at the door when Ning arrived, which was already unusual. Blake was not the type to wait at doors, but to pick him up at the gate.
He looked perfectly normal. A little tired maybe, perhaps due to his lack of sleep, but otherwise fine.
"Good. You came," Blake said, and pushed the door open, gesturing inside.
Ning stepped through and looked.
The training floor was wide and well-lit, with padded sections and open sparring space. A few people were inside at various points around the room already, despite the sun having yet to come out.
One was doing pull-ups near the far wall. One was seated on the floor reviewing something. One was walking a slow circle near the center, stretching his neck.
