hundred kilograms is no problem, one hundred and fifty might be difficult if I have to do it for more than ten minutes, two hundred a few times I should be able to manage.- The honesty with which he said it was disarming, but the figures he gave were staggering. To Darius, even at a glance, Draco was very strong, but he didn't look that powerful. It's true that dragons are built differently and even in human form they shouldn't be compared to us. He thought, hoping that his thoughts weren't showing on his face.
-Hmm...- The doctor looked at his book, at the weights, and finally at the dragon. - Two hundred, ten times?
Draco nodded briefly and walked over to the barbell, quickly changed the weight and lay down on the bench. The boy grabbed the bar and took a few deep breaths. He lifted the barbell with visible effort and then began to lower it at a steady pace. Darius watched his student lift the weight and, together with the doctor, counted the repetitions in his mind. It was clear that the weight was doing its job and that even for a dragon it was a lot. Nevertheless, Draco completed ten repetitions and, with effort, put the barbell back in its place, sat down with a gasp and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
-Good, good, - the doctor muttered. - Now continue...
Darius sat and watched his student perform the exercises prescribed by the doctor one by one. It was clear that the healer was assessing Draco's condition as well as his abilities. He watched the boy very closely and took notes from time to time. General fitness, flexibility, agility, reflexes, various endurance exercises and then strength exercises. By the end, the dragon was out of breath and drenched in sweat, but he looked satisfied.
-Great, yes, great.- The doctor repeated once more.- Hmm... That could be all...- He focused on the book for a moment, while Draco seemed both pleased and disappointed.- No, no.- Herpetes leafed through a few pages.- Just to be sure...- He
