The sun beats down on the training yard as you spar with a partner. Your movements are surprisingly quick for someone who, at first glance, appears "heavier." Your opponent underestimates you his mistake. You counter, taking him down cleanly. As you wrestle, your shirt rides up, and Alejandro sees it clearly: your stomach is soft, yes, but strong, defined; your arms are broad, muscular, built for support.

He grins slightly. Not surprised. Impressed.