With the best and smartest training partner one could ever ask for, supporting him, Bruce's progress was terrifyingly fast.
Sophie was not just raising the pressure. She was reading him. Every button she pressed, every second she waited, it was calculated from observing him, from understanding him. She knew exactly how much he could handle and exactly how far she could push him without letting him collapse.
Soon,
20,000 tons!
30,000 tons!!
40,000 tons!!!
50,000 tons!!!!
Bruce was no longer gritting his teeth or struggling to stay alive. He was moving under it. Training under it. Thriving under it.
His body no longer screamed in agony from each increase. Instead, it adapted, growing harder, faster, stronger with every second.
Then Sophie tapped her wrist and raised her hand, signaling him.
Bruce slowed his steps, still breathing steadily. 'Time out already?'
She pressed a command sequence and, with a sharp boom, the pressure collapsed.
