Weberet groans as he changes into the gym uniform – tight shorts and a plain white t-shirt. He looks down at his slender legs, wishing they were stronger and more toned.

"Hey, Simon," he says to the boy beside him. "I hate these PE lessons."

Simon laughs, flexing his biceps teasingly. "You're just lazy, Weberet. You'll get better with time."

As the class begins, Weberet hesitates to join in the warm-up exercises, preferring to watch from the sidelines.

"Come on, Webs!" Shouts another student, encouraging him to participate.

With a sigh, Weberet reluctantly joins in, doing his best to keep up despite his lack of physical strength.

As the lesson progresses, the students split into teams for a game of volleyball. Weberet is chosen last, which doesn't surprise him. Still, he tries to contribute, passing the ball back and forth with his teammates.

At the end of the lesson, Weberet collapses onto the bench, panting heavily. He wipes sweat from his forehead and glances around at his classmates, who appear much more energized than he feels.

"That was... horrible," he mutters under his breath, feeling deflated. "Why do I have to be so weak?"