Zyra walked into the gym in her usual attire, a cute blue sports bra and short spandex shorts. Looking around at all her fellow martial artists working hard in various stations, she remembered fondly the days of group workouts before she started her amateur career and got her trainer. Cid, standing in the corner, as usual, would be hard to miss if he didn’t stand above everyone by a foot at least. He had been a part of th...