Serena watched from the training room doorway as her top units did their own daily routines, much like her own. Each one of them had muscular, physically fit bodies, and each one of them had a look of sheer determination set in their eyes.

A small preteen girl could be seen running on an old treadmill; her short blonde hair was in a bun at the back of her head, but the intense workout had caused some of her hair to come loose, which stuck to the side of her head with salty sweat. A dark-toned man could be seen on the worn treadmill next to her, going almost double her current speed. His eyes squinted in the bright light of the training room. His dark hair was soaked with perspiration, causing it to be pressed against his brown skin. Both of them seemed to be focused and determined, which was why Serena had them do these exercises.

One leather-made punching bag hardly budged as a once-scrawny preteen jabbed his pale fist into it, causing his glasses to slide down his nose. His black, untidy hair also stuck to his forehead. But in the same area another worn bag moved almost half of a foot as a tall, teenage girl kicked it with all her might, her dirt-covered tennis shoes slamming into the sand. Her once long, blue hair had been styled into something a bit shorter than a bob cut, and a white sweatband was wrapped around her head.

A rhythmic clanking sound could be heard from the weightlifting area, as two ex-gym leaders moved their bodies with the weights at a constant speed. Both of them had been considered weak in the past, just like Serena had been, but now they could easily carry twice their weight and run at thier top speeds. The blond and green haired men continued to exercise their bodies, going beyond the limit of an average middle-aged man.

A dark skinned girl could be seen doing chin-ups on a bar. It caused her large, black ponytail to bounce rhythmically. Her speed never slowed down or faltered as she continued to exercise her arm muscles, a token of her previous tree climbing. Sheer determination was set across the girl's face, sweat shining on her forehead.

A little ways away, a pale red headed adolescent could be seen practicing her swimming, in a pool with a strong current going in the opposite direction as she was. A similar pool could be found next to her, only with a weaker current traveling against its swimmers motions. She was brunette teenager, but all of her hair was tucked into a green swim cap. She had a serious expression on her face. The only difference between the two pools was the speed that the currents were going, in which the red head was faster by a long shot, since she grew up with the ambition to be a water trainer. The other had been a coordinator, and she still hadn't gotten used to the wet workouts.

Back at the punching bags, the young boy was almost done with his workout. But before the black haired preteen could finish the last punch to his bag, a calm voice called out among them.

"Stop."

Everybody froze as if Serena's voice had hit the pause button in their minds. The two on the treadmills jumped off of them so that they could face her, their expressions still determined and focused. The two swimmers leaped out of the pools and stood to face the female speaker. The brown-skinned girl finally stopped her rapid fire of chin-ups to look at her, while her hands still rested on the bar and her feet lightly touched the concrete floor. The two at the punching bags stopped their attacks in midair. The steady clanking of the weightlifters ceased. The only sounds audible after that were the treadmills, which continued to race along at high speeds, with a soft humming underneath of the machines, and the pools with the strong currents, which also continued to race along, causing a loud splashing noise every moment. However, these did not cover up the sound of the next word spoken.

"You." She was looking directly at the young boy at the old punching bag. Everyone else went back to their own exercises, almost as if Serena had hit a play button. The two swimmers dove into the two pools. The two runners leaped back onto the treadmills, sprinting. The blue-haired girl continued her assault on her bag. The rhythmic clanking resumed in the weightlifting area. But the boy just stood there, looking at Serena with apprehensive eyes. However, her eyes were filled with compassion and understanding. She stepped closer towards him, as he stood there without showing any emotion.

"You need to get into a better position," she told him as she got in front of the bag. "You can be the strongest person in the world," she continued, "but one wrong foot and it's not going anywhere," Serena said, obviously referring to the large brown bag in front of her.

The boy moved out of the way for Serena. After putting herself into the correct foot position, Serena easily swung her scabbed fist towards the bag as a demonstration. The bag had easily moved over eight inches.

Serena took the preteens feet and put them into the correct position, just like the one she was in. After he took another swing, it was clear that she had been right.

Max turned around to thank Serena, but she was already gone.