Akira smirked to himself a little at Eliot's reply before he walked into the gym after him. Eliot was a pretty funny guy. He was honest, and that's what Akira liked about him.
Looking around, Akira tried to figure out what some of the equipment was for. Some of it looked incredibly old. Other pieces looked plain alien to him. And the rest? Well, he wasn't sure if they were for decoration or something else, but they didn't look much like workout equipment.
He put his pyjamas to the side and started to gently stretch, making sure not to pull the muscles too tight. He didn't want to rip open any mending wounds. While he stretched his arms, he wandered, looking to see if he could find any practice swords.