Viral was sure he was ready to do more of this exercises, but he wasn’t going to put Vegeta in danger and have him pounced at, even if Vegeta would probably brag that he could hold him off no problem. He did hate it when people did that, when he showed just that little bit of worry for someone and they would just dismiss it because they were stronger. He hated being weak and was disgusted with himself for being as such, even if he was told multiple times that it wasn’t his fault. It was good that Vegeta wasn’t doing that this time though, he probably wouldn’t be able to deal with it if he started doing that in this room. Slowly moving beside Vegeta he watched him as he slowly placed his foot against the matted surface as well, watching him carefully before looking off to the other wall. “I know and I realise I can’t too, seeing how I will probably collapse”. Keeping steady for a moment he took in a deep breath, trying to find his centre of balance before he started running. Not quite sprinting or trying to push himself he found it was like running with a greater weight on his shoulders, his legs being forced down. Finding this a little distressing he simply tried to continue on, his eyes moving to his legs before he touched the wall, looking briefly to Vegeta before continuing. “I feel like I’m going to collapse already…”

Kiton wasn’t convinced, he saw getting into the military as something that would probably end up having him not like it and want to leave only to be blocked and scrutinised. It would probably be a criminal offence to leave anyway so all he’d be doing is forcing himself into servitude in exchange for not being arrested. Sasha was quick to try and deny that, but it still felt a little suspicious and he certainly did like his freedom to act, even if apparently killing was a bad thing for freedom. “But you’re forced to fight for something like this…I don’t know what the Saiyans are doing. Are they even doing terrible things? You know, other than random genocide?” Maybe that wasn’t the best way to put it but he didn’t know what the big deal was, seeing as how aliens often readily killed each other because they were different, but the Saiyans were more organised from the sound of it. These rebels probably would do it too if they didn’t know the ones they were fighting. “They could just be nice to you because of the point I made. They could be scared that something’s going to happen to them if they suddenly decide to not let your group roam around normally, then what do you do? Tell them it’s bad and that they shouldn’t or show them why they shouldn’t?”

Krom was pretty angry about Takeshi going in like that and interrupting his training of the youngest. He was the one who asked him to go first with the kid and yet here he was jumping in like he was an actual threat. Managing to give him a good smack away he told him off but was soon receiving a punching from Shu in the back of the leg, nearly making him fall over. Turning around with a glare he looked to Aito who only told him off for his actions. “Better being frightened than angry because of him!” Making a grab for Shu he found the kid had jumped to the side instead, finding he wasn’t allowing himself to get caught this time. Watching him he tried to make a grab again, finding the kid was trying to dodge everything as he threw his fists down with the intent to hit the kid away. “Oh what? Did I manage to trigger something with the kid now? Maybe you should try hitting harder!”

Shu was pretty sure he was going to have a pretty bad time with this but he was still trying, unfortunately he wasn’t really getting anywhere. Krom seemed fairly unfazed by his attacks on his leg and was definitely not showing any signs of hurting, making him wonder how strong he was or how weak he might actually be himself. Gasping when Krom tried to grab him again he immediately started bouncing around, panicking whenever Krom’s hand came down at him. He was afraid of what might happen if he got caught by Krom, but he was still trying to fight against him rather than go ahead not managing to hit him at all. Squeaking, he jumped around nearly falling over himself before immediately jumping forward with Krom’s prompt, punching at him in the stomach to no effect. Krom was definitely stronger than he thought and that scared him, pulling back immediately before Krom managed to grab hold of his shirt and lift him up, his legs kicking out before he was thrown away again.