It was a warm sunny day in Berlin, Germany as the thud of punches hitting punching bags could be heard and the smell of sweat lingered in the boxing gym. It was stuffy and hot inside the gym with barely any air conditioning, but what could you really ask for when it's the poorer part of Berlin, despite that a lot of people of all ages came to try and be apart of the gym, very little actually were able to start boxing here though due to the gym owner and trainers being kind of strict.

Michael had been one of the few lucky people who were able to impress the boxing trainers enough to let him start boxing here, which on his part was a relief since it gave him a reason to not go home right away and deal with his drunk deadbeat father. Michael had been quite serious since the get-go that he wanted to actually be good at boxing and not just do this for fun and stuff which his trainers took as a challenge and started to push him.

“Dammit... Don't give out on me now stupid body... I have to keep getting stronger, I can't be weak...”

Michael would complain underneath his breath as sweat glistens down his bare upper chest... He could already feel a stinging pain in his knuckles despite having put on his boxing bandages.