Kamogawa Gym Novels & Stories

Aria The gym was just beyond the edges of campus, tucked behind a row of glass-fronted offices and manicured hedges that made it look more like a private club than a training facility. I almost turned around twice. The first time was when I parked and saw the matte-black sign with no name—just a symbol etched into metal like it didn’t need to explain itself to anyone who didn't already know why they were there. The second time was when I stepped inside. I didn’t belong here.

It was like any normal watermelon, just that it had two distinct markings on either side and on the center of the two marks, was a hole that ran from one side to the other. “What is this?” Ejima asked. “This,” Ngozi pointed to the watermelon. “Is a target melon” “Well?” Ejima shrugged. The glee in the eyes of the woman was causing more confusion. “Before the chief died, she predicted that you would shoot this target from a far distance and not miss.” “Ah, hilarious.” Ejima chuckled, “I didn't shoot anything…” She paused when she remembered the flaming arrow and the way she had stopped it. A sudden chill went from her bones, into every part of her body. Could it be that these people had predi

I peeled off my sneakers and stuffed my socks inside them, relieved I’d put on fresh ones before we left. Kathrine slung her duffel over her shoulder. “I’m gonna get changed. Be back in a minute.” As she disappeared down a hallway, I wandered around, taking in the space. Framed photos and Japanese artwork decorated the walls, dragons, samurais, and village scenes. A glass case displayed tournament trophies, gleaming under the fluorescent lights. The main gym was massive. Black mats covered the floor, mirrors stretched along one wall, and shelves held gloves, protective gear, and long staffs for weapons training. A group of kids in white uniforms with colorful belts stood in neat rows, eyes f

wallet balance—¥1,048,576. The trio audibly gasped. “Three thousand yen per hour,” Kimura smiled sweetly. “Or…” He slowly opened his backpack. Like a magician revealing his final trick, out came: A Morita Group prototype game console (not yet released), Limited-edition sneakers from last year’s national championship, A gold-lined envelope containing year-long VIP passes to Koshien. Deal sealed. D-Day. The sun was barely up. Coach Kojima adjusted his mirrored sunglasses and scanned the lineup.

What was so surprising was that no apartment room was sold on that building, but there were always many people who wanted to rent it. Monica didn't think too much about it, then continued with the next reward. Silverman Gym is a world-renowned gym chain. It is ranked 28th out of all gyms in the world and has over 3 million registered members. There are many professional martial artists and bodybuilders among the registered members, and every gym trainer is a foremost athlete in each sport. In Japan, Silverman has at least two branches in Tokyo and Kyoto, respectively. Monica thought that he should visit this place since he wanted a place to work out too.

꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂ “What’s Kagemoto Kazama’s location now?” Peter’s fingers moved quickly across the keyboard as multiple screens reflected against his glasses. The warehouse we are currently using as a temporary operation base was dimly lit, the atmosphere tense enough to suffocate anyone walking in. Men moved around carrying guns and crates while others watched surveillance feeds carefully. Peter didn’t look away from the monitor as he replied. “He just left the base ten minutes ago. The motorcade is heading toward the port now.”

I hope so, because I really want to. We come to a plaza where there are a bunch of establishments. The biggest one is a gym called "Beast Maker" and it spans the entire first floor. Not the most creative name in the world, but I guess it's not too bad. "Angie works in that salon," Lionel informs me, before we enter the gym, pointing to an upstairs location that is also closed. That's pretty convenient, and it looks like a good place too. Lionel's gym is much bigger and nicer than it looks on the outside, but it's not like a normal gym. Come to think of it, they told me that wolves have a lot more strength than humans so it makes sense.

“What true Japanese does not like mecha? They even built an 18 meter replica of a beloved mecha in Yokohama.” “Seriously?” The two of them ultimately ended up at a small courtyard where a few dozen Federation service members were gathered. There were a number of the metallic crates nearby, which were filled with all of their exercise and recreational equipment. They were planning to set up an area where they could work out and stay active, and had even gotten so far as to mark off different areas for the different equipment. Some of the flat grassy areas were blocked off to be turned into sparring circles. Other sections were squared off to be used for weight lifting. Others still were set u

*** They decided to head to Nishi-Koyama. From Jiyugaoka, they boarded the Tokyu Oimachi Line, transferring at Ookayama to catch the Tokyu Meguro Line bound for Nishi-Koyama. Along the way, Heri began to share stories. “There’s a well-known university in Ookayama,” he said, pointing at his phone. “And there’s a shopping street nearby I used to visit a lot. Behind the campus, there’s this small park with a pond—it's called Senzokuike.”

"Stop playing with that kite and join me in the pool." "Not yet," I said, lowering my kite a little. Higan and I found this kite yesterday. It was slightly torn but I managed to fix it with stitches and some patches of abandoned blue cloth that I found in the garage. To others, it probably would look like the ugliest kite on the planet but to me, it was like gold discovered by a poor man. Today, we decided to spend most of our afternoon at the back of the yard. I thought this house couldn't get more impressive but I was wrong. Behind lay a large swimming pool together with a small personal gym a few feet away from it.