Others join the gang and carry knives and guns, but I only practice physical fitness when I join the gang.
I run in the morning, do push-ups, and go back and forth to climb the stairs. I don't want to win all over the world, but I just want to be able to run after being beaten and chase people.
This is a new social animal who mistakenly enters the world of business. He relies on his good words and agility to turn bloody events into a funny daily life.
The rush variant can be used for racing, fighting for territory and who can occupy the stall first. The ferocious opponents chase me out of breath, but I can slip away with ease.
The rules of the world? I only believe in: full physical fitness, courageous and magnanimous, running fast enough, and living long enough!
Starting from being a coward at the bottom, relying on physical training to become an invisible talker in a gang, in this world, living comfortably is the way to go!
