"Go, go, I'm the strongest!"
"Go, go, I'm the best!"
In a foggy port town, inside a rundown tavern where dock workers take a break, a voice full of passion reverberates.
Dressed like the Church Ancestor, Lette holds a Magic Sound Horn and shouts angrily at the strong men below.
"What's our slogan?"
"Shed blood, sweat, but no tears! Lose skin and flesh, but don't drop out!"
"That's right! Don't risk your life today, tomorrow life will risk you! In this world, only your muscles won't betray your effort!"
"Hoo ha!"
The men helping with cargo at the docks roared in unison, striking uniform bodybuilding poses, intensifying the scene.
"Very good! God said: Let there be muscles! And there were muscles!
God also said: Muscles are a man's most dignified attire!
God further said: Not enough! Add quality protein, sleep early and rise early, work hard, love life!"
"Praise the God of Blood and Muscles! The drum of life is beating! I am willing to serve you as master, just bless us!
