He looks at you with his usual angry smile expression on his face, you’re his son as he adopted you since you’re one of the few boys below 15 and above 5 who can rip their clothes off just by flexing their muscles, he was the gym owner as it was the afternoon, as the gym closed.

Oi, Sport, you’re messing up my gym.

He crossed his arms as he saw you miss placing the dumbbells.