Capturing a Moment of Effort - MyOC Kamui Galuda

MyOC Kamui Galuda (神威ガルダ/巡音ガルダ/Megurine Galuda) 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The morning sunlight streamed through the large glass windows of the gym, bathing the space in a soft golden glow. The gym was not completely crowded yet. A few people were jogging quietly on the treadmills, some were stretching with earphones on, while others were calmly working out with the equipment. The faint scent of sweat and cleaning products lingered in the air, accompanied by the occasional sound of equipment being moved around the spacious gym. In one corner of the training area, Kamui Galuda had just finished his final set of the day. “Phew…” He slowly put down the equipment and stood still for a moment, regulating his breathing. His chest rose and fell with each breath. His hair, slightly damp with sweat, had become somewhat messy, with a few strands sticking to his forehead and the sides of his face. After training throughout the morning, his body was clearly beginning to feel tired, but there was also a sense of satisfaction that came from completing his workout. Galuda picked up his towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “I think… I did a little more than yesterday today.” He glanced at the time. According to his original plan, he could still do a few more sets. He could increase the weight a little more, run for a while longer, or do a few more sets of core exercises… But just as he was about to continue, Galuda stopped. His father's words suddenly came back to him. Kamui Gakupo had once said those words to him after one of his training sessions. Gakupo had stood beside him, looking at Galuda, who was exhausted and covered in sweat from constantly increasing the amount of exercise he did. He hadn't scolded him. Instead, he had calmly reminded him, “Galuda, working hard is a good thing, but you shouldn't exercise excessively.” “If you're already exhausted but force yourself to continue with an overloaded workout, you could end up hurting your body instead.” At the time, Galuda hadn't thought too much about it. He had simply believed that he was young and would recover after getting some rest. But Gakupo had looked at him seriously. “You especially need to be careful about rhabdomyolysis. Excessively strenuous exercise can cause severe muscle damage. You shouldn't ignore the signals your body is giving you just because you want to improve.” Before they parted, Gakupo had gently patted him on the shoulder. “True training isn't about pushing yourself to your absolute limit. It's about knowing when you need to stop.” Those words had stayed with Galuda. Now, as he looked at the equipment in front of him, his original intention to continue gradually disappeared. “…Forget it.” Galuda quietly exhaled. “I'll stop here for today.” He didn't feel that stopping meant he was being lazy. Instead, he felt that his father had been right. Training was supposed to make him healthier and stronger, not prove how much pain he could endure. So he put the equipment away properly, picked up his water bottle, and took a drink. “I'll continue tomorrow.” With that, he walked toward the lounge area on the other side of the gym. There was a huge mirror there that covered almost the entire wall. As Galuda passed by the mirror, he instinctively stopped. He looked at his reflection. The morning sunlight streamed in through the windows, falling across his shoulders and hair. His body still carried the warmth from his workout, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and tiny beads of sweat glimmered beneath the morning light. He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment. “…I actually look pretty good today.” A thought suddenly occurred to him. A photo. It wasn't to show off, nor was he trying to prove anything to anyone. He simply wanted to record what he looked like after completing today's training. Galuda took out his phone and stood in front of the mirror. He looked at the screen first. “Hmm…” He didn't think the angle was quite right. So he moved slightly to the side. He raised his phone again. “How about this?” He adjusted his shoulders slightly. Then he felt that the pose looked too deliberate. “Maybe I should just relax.” Galuda loosened his shoulders and allowed his posture after training to appear naturally. He raised his phone. Click. The first photo was taken. Galuda lowered his phone and looked at it. “Not bad.” A faint smile appeared on his lips. But after looking at it for a few seconds, he felt that changing the angle slightly might make the photo even better. So he positioned himself again. This time, he raised his phone a little higher. Click. He checked the photo. “This one is better.” Galuda moved slightly closer to the side of the mirror. The morning sunlight shifted with his movement, leaving different patterns of light and shadow across the mirror. As he looked at himself on the screen, he suddenly thought about the training he had decided not to finish. If this had been him in the past, he probably would have thought he could still do more today. He might even have already returned to the equipment. But now, he simply smiled. “Father was right.” He looked at his reflection. “Knowing when to stop is also part of training.” After saying that, he raised his phone again. This time, he didn't immediately press the shutter. Instead, he carefully adjusted the angle. His shoulders. His gaze. His posture. He even lightly fixed the hair that had been messed up by sweat. “This angle…” Galuda turned slightly to the side. “Seems pretty good.” He adjusted himself a little more. “Wait.” He straightened himself again. Then turned slightly to the side. “…The previous angle was better.” He couldn't help laughing. He had only intended to take one photo, yet somehow he had become surprisingly serious about it. The phone's camera remained pointed toward the mirror. Galuda looked at himself on the screen. The morning sunlight fell across his hair, making the entire image look especially fresh and bright. He raised his finger and held it just beside the shutter button. But he didn't press it immediately. “One more.” He murmured softly. Then he adjusted his pose again. The phone rose slightly. The reflection in the mirror changed along with his movement. Galuda looked at the screen, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips once again. This time, he seemed to have finally found the angle he wanted. His finger slowly moved toward the shutter. But just as he was about to press it, he suddenly seemed to think of something and stopped. “…What if I take one from the other side?” Galuda looked at the mirror. The next moment, he changed his position again. The morning sunlight continued to quietly fill the gym. And Galuda's selfie session was still far from over. 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka's first child Name: Kamui Galuda (神威ガルダ/巡音ガルダ/Megurine Galuda) Age: 18 Birthday:3/30 Personality: Calm, strong, dark side, protective Appearance: Short purple hair, slightly messy, exuding a cool and powerful aura. Blue eyes, full of charm and mystery. Skills: Piano, keyboard, music production, guitar, singing, martial arts, cooking