The session had barely started, and Lukas was already regretting it. Ibrahimović stood over him like a smug martial arts master, arms folded, watching as Lukas tried — and failed — to hold a simple side split.
"Come on, Brandt," Zlatan said, his voice equal parts mockery and amusement. "You fly around the pitch like a falcon, but your legs move like a door hinge."
Lukas grunted, sinking lower, pain shooting up his thighs. "This… is not natural."
"It is," Zlatan replied coolly, dropping into a perfect split as if gravity itself obeyed him. "You just have weak flexibility — and weak mind."
That stung more than the stretch. Determined, Lukas kept at it, but each attempt ended the same way: him toppling over while Zlatan laughed, shaking his head.
Eventually, the Swede decided flexibility wasn't enough. "We do Taekwondo next," he announced, eyes glinting.
