Roman/Trainer dude
Complicated huh? Roman thought as he waited for the man to talk.
"Well I won't pretend its the best gym in the district," he said. "That honor belongs to our chef's gym, but ill be damned if I wasn't proud to be a trainer here. To start with, take note of the supplements we sell here at the front desk. Suppliments at our gym are magically enhanced to allow recovery. We also have access to several specialists that can enhance your genetics if you have the money. In other words, here at our gym you can expect to rise far beyond your natural limits, so long as you work hard enough."
Roman's eyes widened as he realized he really could stay here all day and train. But the prices for the supplements were... high. No wonder this gym was so expensive. Clearly, these were for rich people. He always thought he was weak because he was born ordinary, but maybe it was also because he was born poor. How good it would feel to throw these rich assholes through a wall.
"What about the equipment?" Roman asked.
The man walked them down into the weight room. It was enormous. "We offer all sorts of equipment. Highly dense super heavyweights to actual physical items to lift such as cars and trucks. Here in this gym, you are allowed to grunt and groan as much as you please. We offer classes for specific functions such as flight, agility, speed and even endurance. There are no limits in a gym like this. We also can train a person to have stronger magical reserves, so long as their magic is biologically based."
Roman stared at the people lifting. They were all so intense looking. He was a little jealous of their passion. "When you get stronger, I can promise you will feel more empowered as well."
The blond woman grabbed a man by the shirt, lifting him into the air. "I told you to stop staring at my ass!"
"I wasn't!" the man said, grabbing her arm with his two hands and squirmed in her grip.
"Get lost," she said, throwing him into the wall. The man fell unconscious on the ground.
Ignoring the random act of public gym violence, the trainer stopped to looked at Sakura. "Despite how that may look, we have very few issues with inappropriate gazing. What are your goals?"