Ultimate level pull-ups!

"Carrying a huge sword like that means you gotta have great arm strength, right, Peko? Then show us your pull-ups! Most of these squirts can't even do one before they shit themselves!" Nekomaru guffawed, electricity seeming to spark off of him at something as stupid as his own pooping jokes.

"... Can't you show them yourself? Just do your own pull-ups," Peko suggested irritably.

"Me?! I'm too heavy! I'll break the bar!" the Team Manager snorted, placing one over-sized pinkie in his ear and pursing his lips into a frown, as if he thought that ought to be obvious.

"Fine... pull-ups, then I'm out of here..." she sighed, dropping her arms in resignation.

Roaring with approval, Nekomaru ran off for a moment, then rolled out the pull-up bar. Once it was stationed in front of the reserve course kids, he resumed shouting. "Enough push-ups for now! Let's see how an Ultimate does pull-ups! Arm strength! Core strength! Bowel strength! This exercise works on all three!!"

"... Don't examine my bowel strength," Peko warned everyone, as she moved beneath the pull-up bar. Truth be told, she was pretty tall herself with great arm strength from years of practising with a long, metal katana, so this exercise wasn't as difficult for her as it might be for others. "You're lucky I didn't really have any plans for today..." Well, besides adopting a new cat. That hadn't worked out so well. In fact... it might actually be against her code of Justice to let that thing roam free out there, since Gundham had been so unsuccessful... But she had to stall until she came up with a new plan, regardless.

Grunting, she grabbed both hands onto the horizontal pole, then pulled herself up. She made it look effortless. Anyone who's done pull-ups before know that they're never easy, but she just had a way of invalidating that whole concept. Even Nekomaru was impressed as he watched her go up and down...

The coach and his team were also feeling other forms of admiration as well. As Peko lifted herself up and down, her massive breasts bounced inside her shirt like she wasn't wearing any bra at all... Nekomaru began to screw up his face, wondering if something unusual was going on. His eyes bulged as Peko stopped, during a high pull-up, her breasts resting atop the bar.

... The shirt had ridden up so that her name was unreadable, scrunched against the upper part of her chest, while the undersides of her bare breasts rested atop the bar. "This is ridiculous," Peko pointed out, changing so that one arm was resting on the bar and pushing up her glasses with the other hand. "You didn't even tell me how many to do."

"Uuuuuh... Yeah! Yeah, that first exercise got us all pretty fired up, right guys?! But before we continue, I think we should-!" he asked his students, before each of them shook their heads.

One spoke up: "This form of instruction is actually way better!"

Then another: "Yeah, I think I'm learning a lot this way!"

Then a third: "As long as it continues this way I think I'll get really fired up!"

Nekomaru's eyebrows twitched, as he tried to decide whether it was good to take advantage of Peko's erotic display without telling her anything, in order to get the best results possible for his crew. Sweat rolled down one side of his head. His bowels churned. "GAAAAAAH! IF I THINK ABOUT IT TOO HARD, I'M GONNA SHIIIIIT!" he complained, causing the floor to shake as he stamped down both feet and lowered his shoulders, roaring at the top of his lungs. It looked like he really was going to take a shit.

"Calm down..." Peko murmured, lowering herself back down, still not knowing she needed to fix her shirt. The others were flabbergasted at the view of her uncovered underboob, the hourglass figure of her waist and naked belly, and the black thong straps they saw riding her hips, just past the erotic black boomers she was wearing. "I've never seen you think too hard in your life. I have, however, seen you shit yourself before."

"SHIIIIT! FORGET ABOUT THAT!" Nekomaru protested. "I've decided we're continuing the training! You've barely worked up a sweat yet, Peko! I'm going to need you to run laps around the gym... No, wait! I've got something better!" He disappeared again for a moment... before dragging out from the tool room, single-handedly, a treadmill machine. "You're good with your arms, Peko, but what about those hot legs of yours?!"

"Excuse me?" Peko asked, her red eyes flashing behind her glasses.

"I-I said legs! What about those legs of yours!? I'll bet you skip leg day all the time!" Nekomaru accused her. The other students exchanged dubious glances, as though they couldn't imagine she'd ever skipped leg day once in her life, judging by the splendid sculpt of her thighs and calves. "Let's see how you do on the treadmill!"

Peko frowned deeper, taking her spot, but didn't protest. After all, this was... surprisingly... a pretty productive way to use her time while she waited for the Kuromaru incident outside the gym to blow over. Maybe all of this training would even help her to defeat that cat the next time they crossed claws?