Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

[Drink Sports Club]

The bizarre and enormous signboard hangs on the wall, its color scheme jarring, exuding a cheap yet domineering aura.

Amamiya Rin pushed open the door to the gym. The interior space was quite large, but extremely simple, with cement floors and walls and no decorations whatsoever.

The most eye-catching thing is the huge cylindrical metal container in the center of the room, covered with rivets and large valves, which looks like a giant industrial pressure cooker connected to some pipes that look unsafe.

Several figures dressed in matching gray short-sleeved uniforms were silently busy around the pressure cooker, checking the gauges and wiping the valves, while six men and women sat in a row to the side.

An exceptionally burly man turned around at the sound. His square face featured a thick, heavy chin, like a buttock. He wore a loose vest, revealing well-defined, yet not bulky, muscles.

"Hey bean sprout over there, are you here for the stress training?"

He crossed his arms and looked at Tomie Kawakami without a trace of amazement at her beauty, only with criticism and contempt.

"Ah, yes."

Amamiya Rin looked around the gym and nodded in agreement.

"Come on, take her to register, and then measure her blood pressure."

The man, who appeared to be the coach, called over a staff member and took Amamiya Rin to register and pay the fees.

The cost is not low, 20,000 yen per visit, which Tomie can't afford to use more than a few times with her savings.

After completing the process, Amamiya Rin was sent to the students who were waiting to begin their training.

Four men and two women, a very small number. No wonder the price is so high. Otherwise, how would they make money with so few people?

"A newcomer?"

The students included both young and old, men and women. A tall man greeted Yu Gonglin with a friendly smile, which made Yu Gonglin feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Yes, this is my first time here."

Amamiya Rin responded, sensing that something was amiss.

"Hello, newbie, my name is Tanaka, and I've been here three more times than you."

Another tall, thin student craned his neck and spoke to Amamiya Rin.

"I hope to have more training partners to continue with, because many trainees quit after just one session."

The female student next to her also spoke up.

"There's no way around it, the pressure training is too terrifying. Every time I do it, it feels like I'm walking through the underworld."

The man dressed like an office worker couldn't help but complain.

"Don't be too nervous, you'll get used to it. Although the process is a bit...unusual, it will be much better once you get through it."

The slightly chubby young man comforted Amamiya Rin.

"Don't worry, I have the most confidence in my own willpower."

Amamiya Rin responded.

At the same time, he realized that something was wrong.

It's too bland.

None of these people—whether coaches, staff, or students—had any particular attitude towards him.

Although he was indeed Kawakami Tomie, in the eyes of these people, he seemed to be just an ordinary new trainee.

(Does excessive fitness attract same-sex individuals?)

Amamiya Rin couldn't help but think that his usually stern face, which he had kept in order to avoid attracting men, gradually relaxed.

"Stop dawdling! Get over here! It's about to start!"

The coach rudely interrupted their conversation, and several staff members took out a bundle of black straps and walked towards the students.

One of the staff members grabbed Amamiya Rin's arm without any hesitation, wrapped the strap around his upper arm, and then pulled it tight with all his might.

In an instant, the straps dug deep into Kawakami Tomie's flesh. Accompanied by intense pressure, his arm went numb due to lack of blood. The force that almost broke his arm made Amamiya Rin gasp.

"Is this torture?"

Amamiya Rin stared intently at the area where the bandage was wrapped. That patch of skin was sunken in nearly five centimeters deeper than the rest of the skin, it was really going to dig the flesh into the bone!

"Little girl, if you can't even endure this level, you definitely won't be able to withstand the next stage of training."

The tall trainee was also being restrained by the straps. He turned his head to look at Amamiya Rin, opened his mouth, and revealed a set of pale white teeth.

Looking to the left and right, the other trainees also seemed used to it.

After the straps were fastened, a staff member handed me a bottle of bubbly liquid with a simple label that read "Super Drinkable" in large characters.

"Next, drink this, an ultra-carbonated beverage."

The coach held up a bottle of "Super Drink" and grinned maliciously.

"Use it to apply pressure from within your body, open it, and drink it all in one gulp!"

Yu Gonglin's eyelids twitched. He pinched the bottle cap, opened it, and immediately a thick gas shot out. The other students tilted their heads back and drank it down. Yu Gonglin followed suit and put the bottle mouth into his mouth.

The moment the liquid enters the mouth, there is an intense sweetness, followed by countless bubbles bursting wildly in the mouth and throat, flowing down the esophagus into the stomach.

Almost immediately, an uncontrollable surge of gas rose from my stomach.

"belch--!"

Yu Gonglin couldn't help but let out a loud burp, and white gas shot out from his mouth, like a sword immortal in a classical novel who could spew sword energy from his mouth.

"Cover your mouth! Don't let the air leak out!"

The coach immediately yelled.

Everyone covered their mouths tightly with their hands, and Amamiya Rin was no exception. He felt the liquid he had drunk expanding wildly in his stomach, producing a huge amount of gas.

In the blink of an eye, Tomie Kawakami's abdomen swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like a balloon being rapidly inflated, the intense feeling of fullness brought excruciating pain. The stomach felt like it was about to tear apart, and the internal organs seemed to be out of place in the surging gas. Everyone's belly bulged as if they were ten months pregnant, and their faces turned red from holding their breath and feeling bloated.

(Torturing! This thing really is torture! No wonder there aren't many trainees left!)

Amamiya Rin was internally ranting. He knew that Junji Ito's manga was bizarre, but he didn't expect that this kind of comedy could be so torturous.

For ordinary people, it's truly remarkable that those trainees have managed to hold on until today.

The staff rushed over immediately, roughly wrapped the straps around everyone's heads several times, gagged them, and fastened them tightly behind their heads, completely sealing off any possible air leakage channels.

At the same time, other staff members worked together to push open the hatch of the giant pressure cooker-like container.

"Go in! Hurry! The second phase of training is starting!"

The trainees were half-pushed and half-forced into the huge container, and with a "bang," the hatch closed, sealing off any exit.

"Start! Increase the pressure!"

The coach grinned maliciously and pressed the start button.

The next moment, inside the pressure cooker, the air seemed to turn into a solid, and unimaginable pressure came from all directions.

Amamiya Rin felt her eardrums suddenly cave in, emitting a sharp ringing sound.

He could no longer breathe, his vision began to darken at the edges, his chest was gripped by an invisible force, and his internal organs were being forcibly squeezed toward his spine.

His swollen belly was mercilessly flattened, his limbs withered at an alarming rate, his skin clung tightly to his bones, his fat and muscle seemed to have been sucked away out of thin air, his blood seemed to have stopped flowing, his bones were about to be crushed by this force, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable burden, and even his cheeks were deeply sunken.

This isn't fitness; it's making mummies!