Futaba collapsed onto her bed the moment she entered her room. Every muscle in her body throbbed and ached while she moaned.
"Ow... why do I have to do this?!" Futaba moaned.
Ever since seeing just how out of shape she was, Makoto forced Futaba to go out with her during her daily workout sessions. Every day Futaba was brought to the absolute limits of her abysmal stamina and strength and every day she collapsed onto her soft bed in immense pain. There wasn't any progress she could see either.
"Maybe that Muscle Milk we keep getting will help?" Futaba said to herself.
Futaba rolled off her bed and rolled her way to her mini-fridge. Letting out a moan as she opened her fridge, Futaba took out a bottle of Muscle Milk.
"You know, I've never actually seen anyone drink this stuff before," Futaba said as struggled to twist off the bottle's cap. After popping off the cap, Futaba looked at the strange liquid inside the bottle. "Joker keeps telling us it's not worth it during battle but I wonder? Does this stuff actually help with muscle growth?"
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