Chapter 37 Who Train Like That?
The first day of training ended in complete physical exhaustion.
Zane dragged himself back to his ward, collapsed onto the bed, and only then did the aches catch up to him.
The muscle spasms, the soreness, the raw sting of overworked tendons—it all came crashing in the moment his body hit the mattress.
He didn’t even pull the covers over himself.
The moment his head sank into the pillow, he was out cold.
Some time later, the door creaked open.
Shelby stepped in, eyes narrowed as he scanned the dimly lit room.
The only sound was Zane’s steady, almost comically loud snoring.
Shelby chuckled under his breath.
"Seeing him back at the gym today, I thought this kid didn’t even know what fatigue was. He overdid everything... and now, look at him."
He walked closer and stood beside the bed for a moment, hands in his pockets.