Huf, huf, huf...
A small green will-o'-the-wisp floated lazily around my head.
Dammit. Dammit, dammit.
God dammit.
My chest heaved violently.
Every breath felt like inhaling shards of broken glass.
The one hundred and fifty kilograms of simulated mass pulling at my shoulders and calves felt heavier with every step.
I must be close now!
Surely, I must be close to a hundred laps, right?
"Check yourself," Verde teased in her telepathic voice.
With trembling fingers, I hooked my thumb into the collar of my tight combat suit and peeled it back just enough to catch a glimpse of the glowing digital readout on the shoulder bracer.
#430
Dammmmiiiiiit!!!
Only forty laps?
I had only done forty laps?!
I fell into the synthetic turf.
Huf, huf, huf.
How do I even do this? My body was already screaming at me to stop.
"Why are you in such a ridiculous rush anyway?" Verde asked, her orb buzzing closer to my ear.
