As the cherry trees were in full bloom, and petals were dancing in the air, I started my morning jog. The weather was most splendid, but the sun still wasn't up in the sky, leaving everything enshrouded in the darkness.
The time was precisely five o'clock in the morning. A perfect time for a person on the path of true manliness to perfect his mind and body. Too early, you say? Poppycock! No time is too early for a real man. Besides, too much sleep will make your brain rot for sure…
So, my destination today was a quiet town nearby. Normally, people would take a train to reach there or drive a car, but there's no challenge in that, right? For your information, this road usually takes an hour and a half by car. Of course, being a real man, it only takes me one hour on foot!
How, you might ask. By running, of course! At first, I even shouted my self-made anthem to manliness, but my fellow students politely asked me to stop shouting my lungs out first thing in the morning and told me that there would be considerable "repercussions" should I refuse.
To this day, I wonder what did they mean by that. Also, since kindness to your fellow man is undoubtedly a part of my personal code, I would've obliged anyway. Honestly, those guys are too cranky for their own good. Man, some of them even joked about wanting to cut my head. Such jesters they are!
I still sing my anthem, though. In my heart, that is. This story from the past made me remember how I made my first friend here, too. What an interesting guy he is! I mean, he is so small and weak, but at that time, he stood up for me with a look of determination in his eyes.
"If that's what this person loves to do, I believe we have no right to pressure them into stopping doing things they love! I guess…"
His speaking skills still suck, though. Nevertheless, what made me declare him my first friend was this unwavering belief into what is right and wrong! Although, everything else of his sure waves a lot… But the very essence of a real man are guts of steel! And that fella has them aplenty! Even if they're hidden somewhere nearly all the time.
Oh… Since I was lost in thoughts, I missed my turn and started running forward like an idiot. Well, felling of the tall grass against my legs is nice, too. I should probably be running back, then. Let's check the time, though! It's… almost six! Not good! If I don't speed up, I'll miss my daily muscle training!
As I said before, the essence of a real man are guts, and around those guts muscles of steel must grow, too! Just like that: pure steel inside and outside! Well then, charging forward!
Fifteen minutes later and here I am! The school campus! Since it doubles as a boarding school, where students have no need to leave, so they can train all the time they want. Of course, this also doubles as a safety measure of sorts. Students without a pass with the disciplinary committee's seal of approval on them can't leave the premises of the school. Sounds kinda harsh, but the rules are the rules are the rules. At least, that's what someone told me not so long ago.
Now, it's time for some muscle training. There, at the special gym, I meet my usual training buddies. Half of them still look half asleep, though. Or full asleep, in some cases. Just some subconscious thingamajig that makes their bodies act on their own. Not for me, though! This manly heart is hundred percent me!
Finally, it's time to make a healthy and nutritious breakfast. There's a canteen for students, but personally, I dislike the food there. It's better to make your own like a true man. Thankfully, all rooms in the dormitory have a small kitchenette for those purposes. Opening the door with my key, I hear my first friend's loud snores coming from his room.
I wonder if I should make a breakfast for two and wake him up or just leave him be. The former would help him start his day in a spectacularly manly fashion, but a true man should also take his friend's feelings into account. What if he wants to rest more today? So many questions…
[] Wake him up.
[] Let him rest.
