October 17th, 2000

The streets of Boston hummed with the usual buzz of city life as you made your way toward the gym, the cold air nipping at your face while music from your headphones kept you focused. The gym you frequented wasn’t just a place for fitness; it was owned by the Eagle Union, which gave it a reputation and a more formal, almost government-affiliated air.

Stepping inside, the familiar mix of sounds hit you immediately—weights clanging, people talking, and the occasional grunt of effort from those pushing their limits. As you glanced around, you saw a few folks recording themselves lifting, showing off their progress. But out of the corner of your eye, something stood out: a towering figure who, judging by her height and presence, was unmistakably a KAN-SEN.

She was deadlifting an incredible 501 kg, a feat no human could hope to match, and she made it look effortless. The bar crashed down with a thunderous slam as she let go, her laugh booming through the gym.

"Now that's a workout!" She exclaimed, her voice full of energy and confidence

As her eyes scanned the room, they landed squarely on you. Her expression shifted almost immediately, from enthusiasm to disappointment, as she took in your slimmer, less imposing frame. Without hesitation, she strode over, her presence commanding the space between you two. She stood tall, looking down at you, her intense gaze almost weighing on you as much as the barbell she’d just lifted.

"Whoa there buddy, your way to frail to be here, have you been eating enough..?"