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on Mon Feb 27, 2017 12:24 am

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Jun Shibutani was scheduled to remain in the human world for an indefinite amount of time, the Gotei 13 requesting that he investigate not only rogue shinigami in the human world, but also super powered humans who may possess hollow or quincy powers among other mysterious things. Due to having to spend a lot of time in the human world, however, and without many opportunities to exert himself as he normally would, the Captain of the 9th Squad of the Gotei 13 reasoned to make his time count twice, surveying gyms in the city he was sent to watch over.

The humans, as Captain Shibutani had quickly discovered, were shrewd business men. In particular, the man who sold Shibutani his gym membership was someone with a noticeable Australian accent, tall and muscular with an outlandish name, belonging more on a pornstar than a salesman. Another thing he had noticed was that the gym was "Gold's", though when he inquired to know who Gold was, he never got an answer.

After standing awkwardly for ten minutes, however, the Captain purchased gym wear from the shop built into the gym with money that was issued to him by the Gotei 13 prior to his mission, before changing in the changing room, using a nondescript kido spell to protect the belongings in his locker.

With all the preparations done, Shibutani located a platform designated for olympic lifting and began performing  dynamic stretches. Surely, the added weight of his gigai would be good training. He stood on the platform and loaded an olympic bar with two 45 pound weights on each side. This was his warm-up. He crouched down before the bar and carefully placed his hands on it. Taking his time, making sure his grip was tight enough, the captain stood up, taking the weight with him, before dropping it back down.

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on Mon Feb 27, 2017 4:30 pm

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A wise man once said: "If you're a fucking shredded sick cunt, you get away with anything." Honestly, he was more than a wise man. He was a philosopher. A man who had reached lengths beyond a mortal man could ever reach. Even though Dre was no mortal man, he knew that he could never even imagine to reach a level of aesthetic perfectness. Why? You may ask. Because simply, he was no God, or a perfect being. Even a man with Dre had to humble himself and bow down to the all mighty king of aesthetics, the greatest philosopher of our time, Zyzz.

Entering the Gold's Gym as usual wearing a blue tank top, black shorts, while carrying a man purse, and also with a protein shake in his hand, Dre's eyes roamed the place. There wasn't much of a crowd today compared to the last few days he was here -- which was quite a good relief. The less crowder the better. In which it would mean that he could take the 130's to a ride on the incline in peace without any fucker waiting to get it after he was done. Taking a few steps forward he glared towards his right, noticing that two gangas where checking his canon size arms out. Shaking his head slightly, he disregarded them as he continued to walk towards the Olympics lifting platform. This wasn't a bar for hookup or any of that sort. This was a holy sanctuary for making gains and also achieving aesthetics.

"Well, well, well... look who we have here." Dre said in a inquisitive tone approaching the man who was doing dynamic stretches and shit. "New here, aren't we?" Dre could clearly see that the man was new to the gym. And also somewhat new to the whole weight lifting scene. "I've been coming here since I was nineteen years old, so I know my way around here and its people. That's why I were quick enough to notice that you were new here." He said in a soft tone. Crossing his arms across his chest, he flexed his chest as the pectoral muscles extruded forward. "You have a long way to go fella... how much do you weigh? 160 pounds?" A grin would spread across his face. "Still a skinny cunt... But hey! We all have to start somewhere, don't we?"


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on Mon Feb 27, 2017 11:31 pm

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Dre was about right. Jun Shibutani was about a buck sixty and really didn't appear too much stronger. He was what most would refer to as a "light weight", and the body to prove it. As the man approached him, however, he was still in the middle of his set when he was interrupted, finishing his warm-up with a loud thud of the bar before turning his attention to the other man.

Jun's clothing was fresh as he had just bought it, and he had a very slim build, more due to having done a lot of cardio than anything else.

"Hello sir." the captain answered. The way he talked was very regal, in part from having been Seireitei nobility along with the solemn bearing which he kept as a captain of the Gotei 13. "You're not wrong. I started here today, in fact, though I've been training for... a very long time." He replied, not wanting to give away his full age.

The other man appeared strong, not only physically too. Captain Shibutani could feel the man exuding at least some amount of spiritual energy, and even if he didn't know how to use it, the Captain could tell he had at least some potential with it, and perhaps had even dealt with hollow before because of it. This was, however, nothing he wanted to get into. Not at the moment.

"I'm still using the bar, but if you want to switch back and forth, I'm more than happy to share."

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on Tue Feb 28, 2017 10:57 am

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"Ah, I see." Dre said in response when the man said that he had been training for a long period of time. Though honestly, he did not remotely look like he did, if someone were to judge him by his physical appearance. But then again, you cannot judge a book by it's cover. The man could be stronger than Dre for all he knew. Even if though that was more than unlikely, there was still a chance nonetheless. Smiling at the man, Dre shrugged his shoulders, "sure. Why not?" As he moved towards the weight rack only to pick two fifty pound weight plates which he would load them to each side of the olympic bar. He would do this after unloading both of the forty-five pound weights that the man had loaded earlier. Dre liked to go heavy, even if it was his first warm up set. Some people may find it comical or ludicrous, but he had no time to care about what other people thought of him, or what he was doing. If he were to quote the wise man once again: "If you give a fuck of what people think, you aren't going to get anywhere in life."

Crouching down before the bar, he would place both of his hands on it as he would stand up with the weight, only to drop it back on the ground. He would continue doing this exact movement for seven repetitions without stopping. After performing the final repetition, he would look at the man, and smile again, as he spoke, "hey, if you don't mind me asking; what is your name?" He said as he cracked his neck left then right. "My name is Dre Jaegerjaquez." He raised his right hand up in order to see if the man would accept it and show the courtesy of a handshake. "So, what exact body part are you aiming to train today? Did you get a workout plan? If not I recommend getting one. Mostly due to the fact that you're a newbie to this. Once you get hold of it and know your way, you can make your own plan and train the way you prefer. But as of now, I think it would be best if you get yourself a workout plan. Just my suggestion." Dre said wanting to help the man in his journey to achieve aesthetics. "Oh, it's your turn now, fella." Moving away from the bar, he let the man go on with his next set.


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on Tue Feb 28, 2017 11:53 am

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"Just call me Joji" he replied. It was, of course, not his name. However, with all the identification he had to provide to the city in case he got caught by law enforcement or other legal issues that he had anticipated, Jun Shibutani had gone under the alias of Joji Takumatsu, a resident of Long Island and a Tennessee native. A plastic card provided to him by the 12th division had the power to reveal to anybody anything Jun wanted them to see, at least without the specific kido to dispell it. Thereby, Joji Takumatsu was on his Tennessee driver's license and indeed on his gym card.

Jun, or Joji, as he introduced himself, reached his hand out to Dre to reciprocate the handshake. "Lower body. I mean, every day is leg day. But today I also happen to want to do some core stuff. I feel the calves are the hardest part of the body to work without knowing what you're doing. Gotta work especially hard to feel the burn there, but when you do..." Joji tip toed, his calves flaring up, his muscles rippling and the vein popping strong out of his suddenly muscular leg.

Then, he shook his body a bit, getting himself in the game. He took off the little brackets keeping the weight on the bar, then loaded a 25 lbs weight on either side beside the 50 pound plates before putting the brackets back in. It was no where near his maximum and indeed, no where near this new acquaintance's either, he was certain without even looking at him. However, it had become a mock competition, and he did not want to burn himself out just yet.

Then, the man did a solid eight reps, powerfully picking the weight up before dropping it back down, repeating it with perfect form each time. After which, he stepped away from the weights and gestured toward Dre that it was his turn.

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on Wed Mar 01, 2017 12:01 pm

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"Nice to meet you, Joji." Dre nodded with a smile on his face. Judging by the name the man seems to be Japanese or Taiwanese. Even his facial structure was similar to an Asian. But then again there was a chance of the man being mixed race. Not that he cared, but just curious as always... Dre was a curious person in nature, he had a tendency of wanting to know stuff. Some may call it being nosy and whatnot, but for him, that was not the case.

As the man shook his hand back, he explained how he wanted to work out his core. To which Dre replied, "Ah, yes. Got to work that core." Grinning like a lunatic, he would continue, "honestly for some reason most people don't seem to put any kind of effort when working out on their lower body. Most of the time they skip it and do something else. It's either they are afraid that they would fuck their backs trying to lift heavy, or they just don't care enough to work out the lower part since its all about the upper body these days... I tend to believe that why most folks don't do legs and shit is because the former point I mentioned earlier. No wonder every gym rat has chicken legs these days." Crouching before the bar, he looked at Joji, as he spoke again, "everyone wants to get big and strong, but nobody wants to lift no heavy-arse weights."

Unloading the twenty-five pounds weights from both the sides, keeping the fifty pound plates as they were, Dre loaded forty-five pound weights to each side only to put the brackets in. Tightening his grip, he shook his head slightly, looking forward, he yelled out loud, "light weight baby!" With that he stood up taking the weight with him, before dropping it back down. He would do this motion repeatedly for seven reps. No pauses or breaks would be taken after each repetition since that was a shit and lazy way of training. After completing the set Dre would shrug his shoulders, "well, that was light." he said in a nonchalant tone as he moved away to let the man have his go at it again.


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on Thu Mar 02, 2017 3:13 am

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Jun Shibutani nodded at his then competitor and new friend as he stepped up onto the platform once more. He undid the brackets, then put on another twenty-five pound weight. The bar in total weighed 285 lbs, or 130 kg. This was twice the weight of Jun's own body.

Picking up the weight, Shibutani could feel the strain it had on his gigai, and it wasn't quite enough just yet. He continued, finishing his set of eight reps. He was quiet, save for several instinctive grunts as he picked the weight up and put it back down. Then, finished with his set, Jun Shibutani gestured at Dre, presenting the weight to him.

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on Thu Mar 02, 2017 8:20 pm

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The man was silent for the whole set which was to be expected, since at this point this whole training was starting to get more and more competitive. Dre had no problem with it at all. He was somewhat of a competitive person in nature who had a thing for challenges. Then again, he wasn't going to back down from this even if he didn't like this whole ordeal.

Taking out the twenty-five pounds weight plates from each side, Dre loaded another forty-five pound weight plates to both sides, only to insert the twenty-five pounds weights back that were removed earlier. Putting the brackets in he realized that he was going to lift a total of three hundred and eighty pounds... Exhaling Dre shook both of his arms, only to shout-out loud, "YEAH BUDDY!" With that he grabbed hold of the bar, releasing a bit of his spiritual pressure outward he stood up with the weight. Dre would do a solid amount of five repetitions.

Dropping the weight down he would roll his neck around. Directing his eye's at the man who stood in front of him, Dre would speak, "well, that was my last set... I believe you also have one more set to go before you're done with this. What's the next exercise do you plan on doing? Mind if I suggest some squats?" He said moving away from the bar as he also awaited for the man's reply.


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on Fri Mar 03, 2017 6:37 am

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As Dre exerted himself, Shibutani felt the sudden surge of spirit energy. Taking a second to concentrate, he determined that he was not a shinigami, and thus was not the person Shibutani was looking for. However, his use of spiritual energy, whether voluntary or not, was something that Jun needed to take into consideration. He kept on the back of his mind, therefore, that he needed to watch this "Dre" person. He wasn't sure, however, why he had simply stopped there.

The Captain of the 9th Division shook his head and smirked as he walked up to the bar. "No..." he said, crouching down to grab the bar. He picked it up and shouted. "NOW!" Then, he dropped it only to quickly reach down to grab it again. "Now the reps go high!" he boasted, still holding onto the weight, dropping it. He reached down again, deadlifting the weight, dropping it, and repeating the process. He did not go for eight this time. He did not go for ten. Instead, the captain went for twelve reps.

It was certain that Shibutani's gigai was feeling the strain. He was sweating, which was a clear tell he had to exert himself somewhat, and though it was difficult to see, he was beginning to feel it wear down on his spiritual body as well. However, he was beginning to get used to it. Finished with his twelve reps of the 380 lb- more than double his body weight, and certainly impressive for anybody, Shibutani stepped away from the platform, presenting it to Dre.

At this point, the two were beginning to draw in a crowd.

"I think it's a show now."

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on Sat Mar 04, 2017 9:09 pm

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Dre raised an eyebrow when the man said no. He wasn't quite sure what he exactly meant by that. Mainly he was unsure if it was actually directed towards him, or if it was him just talking towards himself. As Joji went on to shout and do twelve reps, Dre could only watch it with a confused expression on his face. A few minutes ago this man seemed like he had trouble deadlifting two hundred and eighty pounds for eight repetitions, but now, he was easily deadlifting a fucking three hundred and eighty pounds for twelve reps. Either this man was downplaying his ability to lift from the start or something triggered him to show off at this particular instance. Be that as it may, the man seem quite tired in a way. If he was indeed stressed out Dre wondered how far he could go until he gassed out.

Glancing about, Dre noticed that a crowd was gathering, most likely to watch the both of them compete with each other. Sighing, Dre walked towards the bar. He didn't expect this to gather a crowd; it just didn't feel right -- at least for him. Crouching, he looked down as he pondered wether he should add more weight or not. Coming to the conclusion that he was not going to, he grabbed the bar tightly, looking ahead he would stand up with the weight only to come down after. Starting from the tenth repetition a few grunts could be heard from Dre as he lifted the weight up. Due to the strain of the weights plates affecting him... Anyways, he would do a mind blowing number of sixteen repetitions before he put weight down and move out of the way. Turning his head towards Joji he would speak with a lopsided grin on his face, "guess no squats, huh?"


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