The body make-up measuring device sits in front of me. "This device is the newest of its kind and can measure even more accurately even minute pieces of data."

From Kaburagi's explanation, this machine doesn't just measure weight, but muscle make-up, body-fat, metabolism, and even local muscle and fat, cross-sectional fat count, water content, protein, inorganic matter, etc., etc.

"Now get on, Kisshouin!"
"I already said that I refuse!" Cross-sectional fat count!? You've got to be kidding, fool! You're talking about fat around my stomach! "I'm never measuring."

"Huh? It's just measuring data. Why are you so against that?" Kaburagi frowned.

Why!? Can't you tell!? There can't be many girls who'd let a boy in the same grade know what their fat content is. "Kaburagi-sama, I don't want you to know my weight ever."

"Who cares if I know your weight…" he muttered after I spoke honestly. Who cares!? That's what lacking consideration, common sense, and delicacy means.

"Women care about such things!"

"…All right. Then I'll call in a female instructor from below."

"Rejected!" Even after the female instructor comes, the data is recorded in the computer and wouldn't Kaburagi be able to see it at any time?! Not that I understand! "I don't want the data to remain!"

"If we don't record how things were before the training, we can't compare to what happens afterwards."

"No problem. I already checked at home." Be clear about it. Worried about her beauty, my mother bought a similar, if lesser machine when she didn't have anything else to buy from a foreign merchant. "I measured everything before I came today, so there's no need to worry!" That's right. I measured, and I repeat. I will not allow another to know the results! The weight is fine. No, I've been lazy recently, so it's a little over my beauty weight, so it's not fine, but my fat count is the bigger issue. To have that fat count at this weight… That's why I can't let Kaburagi and Enjou know, even if it kills me. My pride as a maiden demands it.

Kaburagi and I glare at each other across the device when Enjou intervened. "Now, now. She's doesn't want to be measured this badly. She said that she measured herself, so why don't we leave that to her?"

Kaburagi crossed his arms to that idea. "That's not enough to monitor the results…"

"Monitor?" What does he mean?

Enjou explained, "The Kaburagi Group is expanding its sports gyms formerly only tied to its hotels. In a joint venture with the manufacturers, they've developed proprietary measuring devices, so they're monitoring this as a test case."

"What!?" You used being injured when I stepped on your foot to force me into this training to use me as a guinea pig for your company!?

As I looked stunned, Kaburagi said, "It's incidental. Just incidental."

"Maybe I should leave…" Looking suspiciously at Kaburagi, I turned around to head to the dressing room.

"Wait!" Kaburagi said. "You'll be joining the artiodactyla at this rate!"

"Artiodactyla!?" I quickly spun around at that statement. Artiodactyla is that…? Cows and boars and camels and pigs… and pigs…

I nearly fainted from dizziness as Enjou held me up saying, "Be strong, Kisshouin-san!"

"This is the time that decides whether or not you become an artiodactyla. If you flee that's what you become." I saw my hands become pig-feet.

"Don't say any more, Masaya. Don't listen to Masaya, Kisshouin-san. Don't worry, you're like a cute, white rabbit."

"…!" The artiodactyla left my mind. How the heck can Enjou say anything so uncomfortable without being embarrassed? He really must be Imari-sama's heir…! Not being used to being complimented by boys my age, I don't know how to respond, so I pretend not to have heard it.

Ignoring my silence, Enjou continued, "Masaya, quit insulting Kisshouin-san after she came all the way here. And Kisshouin-san, as long as you came, let's train in a carefree manner."

"I guess so…" Well, I can't have friction with the Emperor of Zuiran by leaving now, so I guess that I should stay and sort of train… But the future looks grim from the beginning of the Kaburagi-style training.

"I accept that Kisshouin will self-manage."

"Yes."

"Moving on. Every day, photograph everything that you eat with notes and submit that to me."

"Huh?"

To my surprised look, he had a look saying 'of course.' "Diet is a balance between exercise and consumption management. I will guide your exercise in accordance with an appropriate calorie and nutritional balance."

"What?" You're going to be that serious about this? The Kaburagi-style diet isn't just for today? My diet is full of snacking…

"And write down what you drink, too."

"Very well…" It's self-reporting, so I can hide it.

"Now, to warm up." We start some stretching exercises. "Okay, now to build up some muscle." He led me to a machine. "This is a leg press. Sit here." Kaburagi turned into a demon trainer that instant. We started with the legs before moving on to the back, chest, and arms, until my entire body was tortured. Too intense! Too cruel!

"My muscles are being torn…!"

"Quit whining!"

I can't… I might go to a fitness club, but I only do aerobics. I've never built up muscle. How can Kaburagi and Enjou handle this so easily…?

"Isn't this enough for the first day? We don't want to be too harsh to start," suggested Enjou.

"Not enough! Kisshouin! Quit pampering your muscles!"

ARGHHH! I clench my teeth and desperately move the machine with my trembling arms. Thanks to this, by the time the muscle training was complete, my entire body was a shamble.

"Well done, Kisshouin-san. Have some liquid."

"Thank you…" I can feel the sports drink soak into my body. Phew, I'm tired.

"When you're done resting, we'll start aerobic exercizes."

"What? We're not done!?"

"Of course not." I'm in despair… There's more!?

"Good luck, Kisshouin-san," smiled Enjou. I don't need your support, just stop your friend.

"There are a lot of aerobic machines, like running, biking, and cross-training, but what do you want?" Kaburagi explained how to use each. Hmm… the stair machine looks too tough. "There's a pool underground if you prefer that to a machine."

"Not happening."

He then suggested the treadmill, so I accept. "Kisshouin's been jogging, so how about a light jog at 10km/h to start?"

"Huh?" I almost stumbled as Kaburagi suddenly started the machine. "We'll go an hour like this."

"Impossible! The length and speed are impossible!" I cried out handing on the machine. I'll trip! I'll trip! I'll fall! Don't underestimate how bad I am! I can't keep this up for an hour at this speed!

"…All right. 9km."

"7km!"

"That's walking!"

We compromised at 8 km/h. A little easier than before, but keeping this up is tiring. I could take a break when I was jogging, but Kaburagi isn't so kind. Can't…. Can't breathe…!

I can't speak since I can't breathe, so I ask for quit with my eyes, but Kaburagi cruelly announces, "30 more minutes!" My…heart…! "Run, run, artiodactyla! You won't make a fine farmed pig like that!" I'm not some pig-character in a movie! He continued, "Don't bend, you'll tire more!" "Land on your heal!" "Quit resting! Don't spoil yourself!" "Surpass your limits!" and after completing his goal, I couldn't even stand, and rolled on my back. I can't take another step… I can't even think…

The demon, Kaburagi, rushed to my side and held out his hand. "Well done, Kisshouin!"

"Huh…?" Did Kaburagi just praise me!?

"Honestly, I didn't think you'd try so hard. Well done until the end!"
"Kaburagi-sama!" I was overjoyed. That Kaburagi praised me. That's right. I did it. Kaburagi accepted me. Thank you, Kaburagi! You didn't give up on me and guided me! Thank you! I took his hand with tears in my eyes.

"Sorry to interrupt," Enjou cut in, "but after breaking down a person by forcing them into an extreme situation, to say a kind word afterwords. Kisshouin-san, that's standard procedure for mind-control."

What!? I thought Kaburagi was a straightforward idiot, but he was that underhanded!? "No mind-control! No mind-control!"

"As if!"

"Creating a hierarchical relationship and making one obey is also standard." I've seen that in a German movie! Frightening! I can't stand, so I crawl away from Kaburagi.

"Ridiculous… Go get dressed," sighed Kaburagi as he picked up a towel, but I can't move. "What's wrong, Kisshouin?" he asked puzzled.

"Uric acid buildup in my legs…"

"Lactic acid."

I grabbed the machine and managed to stand up, but can't stop my legs from shaking, and can't walk.

"Are you okay? I'll lend you a hand."

"Thank you…" I hung onto Enjou, but I still can't walk well without any strength left in my legs."

"There, nice little step, nice little step," Kaburagi said mockingly as he clapped.

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill….