Chapter 40: Britain-Type Handsome Men.
[You realize that there are many sexy fitness women in the gym.]
[They are not only very feminine, but are all powerful and famous Heroic Spirits.]
[Saint Martha, the Greece goddess of justice Astraea, the North American deity Quetzalcoatl, Bazett possessed by the Gaelic Sea God—these outstanding women all love physical training, possess exceptional physiques, and have gathered here.]
[In an instant, you realize that this is an extremely suitable location for social interaction.]
"I must immediately guide the big sisters."
Eikou said righteously, as if he had discovered a New Avalon.
He retracted his earlier complaints—now he believed that being a fitness trainer was truly a perfect job!
Not only could he have close contact with big sisters who had perfect bodies, but he could also conveniently learn powerful Divine skills—wasn't this simply the most perfect job in the world?
"Moreover..."
Eikou revealed an extremely sharp gaze.
Furthermore, he also had a perfectly legitimate reason to strike up conversations with the big sisters in the gym.
[Actively communicating with trainees]—this was also part of a fitness trainer's job.
That's right. As a qualified fitness trainer, not only must one teach trainees the correct way to train, but also provide positive emotional value and an atmosphere of interaction for clients, making them willing to come here frequently to look for you; only then could the gym's performance be improved.
Very good, I'm diving in—itadakimasu!
"..."
Eikou was seen walking straight toward them.
But after only a few steps, he nimbly retreated back again.
"Why did you come back, Sir Eikou?"
Gawain asked.
"How should I put it..."
Eikou covered his face and lowered his voice.
"I'm kind of shy about striking up a conversation with them..."
"Have intentions but no guts?"
Well, this really couldn't be blamed on him.
Because there were simply too many beauties on the opposite side, and judging by both their training intensity and body curves, they were all long-time fitness women whose physiques were in no way inferior to men.
One could clearly feel the aura of the strong emanating from them—even without anger, they were intimidating enough.
In other words, they didn't actually need a fitness trainer at all.
And if a man rashly went up to strike up a conversation, he'd probably just be courting destruction!
"There's absolutely no suitable entry point..."
Eikou let out a sigh.
At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out:
"Then please allow me to take the field!"
Eikou and Gawain immediately turned around upon hearing this.
The one who had volunteered to step forward...
Was none other than Tristan, the most respected among them!
"Sir Tristan, have you already prepared a conversation strategy?"
Gawain asked seriously.
"No, this time I haven't prepared a strategy..."
Tristan slowly opened his golden eyes, revealing a resolute gaze.
"This time I've decided to abandon complexity and go with simplicity—no sweet words, no flirting techniques, but to conquer them with a man's strength!"
"You mean..."
Tristan smiled and said:
"That's right. I'm going to show them the ultimate charm of a Britain-type handsome man—the so-called romance named biceps."
What...?
The two of them were utterly shocked, and immediately showed expressions of admiration.
A bard like him was actually planning to take the hard-man route?!
The opponents were a whole group of goddesses—was he planning to overwhelm them with even stronger, more imposing presence?
Could he really pull it off?
But no matter what, he really did have guts, Tristan!
"Hmph..."
Basking in the admiring gazes of the two, Tristan took long, decisive strides and walked straight toward a fit-built woman who was lifting weights.
"That is..."
The two focused their gaze.
It was Queen Zenobia of the Palmyra Empire.
Wait a second—isn't this a married woman?!
"Damn it, so in the end you just wanted to strike up a conversation with a married woman?!"
"Calm down, Sir Eikou,"
Gawain held him back, thought for a moment, and said, "I think Sir Tristan is simply looking for an appropriate difficulty level. Compared to those fierce Divine Servants, this Queen herself isn't considered overly strong, and is instead easier to approach."
"Umu, that does make sense."
Eikou nodded with a contemplative expression.
At this moment, Queen Zenobia was attempting to lift a very heavy dumbbell.
"Haaaa..."
Perhaps because her strength wasn't sufficient, even though she clenched her teeth, tensed her soft body, and exerted all her power, she could only barely raise the dumbbell to shoulder height, unable to smoothly complete an entire set of movements.
After all, she was a woman—being unable to lift such a heavy weight was perfectly normal.
"Excuse me, beautiful lady,"
at this moment Tristan appeared right on cue, asking with polite concern.
"It seems your method of exerting force isn't quite right. Would you like me, as a trainer, to directly demonstrate it once for you?"
"Eh... you are?"
"I'm just a trainer passing by coincidentally—a Knight of the Round Table who cannot stand by while a lady is in trouble. All right then, please allow me to demonstrate for you. Please stand to the side and watch carefully."
"So that's how it is... then I'll have to trouble you."
Zenobia nodded, her expression serious as she watched his preparatory posture for lifting the dumbbell.
"Watch closely..."
Tristan maintained a gentlemanly demeanor as he firmly gripped the dumbbell with both hands.
"Tristan actually looks quite convincing when he's teaching someone..."
Gawain couldn't help but comment from behind.
Indeed, that was the case. The timing and circumstances had been chosen extremely precisely. The very moment a woman encountered trouble was the best opportunity for a Knight of the Round Table to appear, so everything looked completely natural and reasonable.
The two observers standing behind once again felt admiration.
Tristan really was a master at striking up conversations with married woman!
"Haaaa... a!"
Tristan let out a roar, simultaneously exerting force through his waist and wrists, intending to lift the dumbbell straight up overhead in one go.
But the dumbbell didn't move at all.
It wasn't lifted in the slightest.
"..."
Tristan froze, falling silent for a moment.
Then he poured all his strength into it, his face scrunching up, teeth clenched, trying to rely on sheer momentum to force the dumbbell upward.
"..."
But he still couldn't lift it.
"HAAAAAAAAA!"
Tristan refused to believe it, tried lifting it once more, but still failed.
"Could it be that this guy..."
Seeing this scene, Eikou and Gawain simultaneously arrived at a terrifying conjecture.
"His strength is so low that he can't even lift a dumbbell?!"
Eikou immediately used True Name Discernment to check the stat gap.
"My god, Zenobia's Strength is actually A!"
Even something she herself couldn't lift—what could Tristan, whose Strength was only B, possibly use to lift it?!
[Zenobia, Strength A, Endurance B+, Agility A]
[Tristan, Strength B, Endurance B, Agility A]
"Deliberately choosing the weakest one among them, yet still getting completely crushed by Zenobia in strength, Tristan… this is seriously too embarrassing. I even feel embarrassed on your behalf…"
And that so-called Britain handsome man and whatever—this loser has completely disgraced the face of Britain and the Knights of the Round Table!
[Under Zenobia's contemptuous gaze, Tristan did not turn around and flee.]
[You have reason to believe that from now on, Tristan probably never wants to see this Queen ever again.]
[You and Gawain express deep sympathy.]
[...]
[In short...]
[Let's come back to explore the area ahead later.]
[That is territory dominated by physically oriented Heroic Spirits, where the strong are as numerous as trees in a forest and experts appear everywhere. Although everyone there is a mature beauty full of charm, it is not yet a domain you can easily set foot in at present...]
[But that doesn't mean your job as a fitness trainer ends here today. Next, what awaits you is...]