At this moment, the stands surrounding the competition grounds were already packed with people, wave after wave of cheers ringing out.
Though those cheers could not compare to Academy City's Star Wars Festival, they still conveyed a lively atmosphere.
Under such circumstances, the students from one of the schools were warming up in the competitors' area, seemingly thoroughly prepared.
As for the other side—namely, a certain high school—the students were sprawled all over the ground without a shred of energy, enough to drain the strength from anyone watching.
Just then, the broadcast began.
"Seventh District, high school division, first event: pole-toppling contest. Five minutes until the competition begins."
Even with so little time left, all the students remained exactly as they had been, looking completely burned out.
"Th... This is outrageous! Can you even call yourselves energetic youths in the prime of adolescence? Are you anemic? Then replenish your fluids and calcium! Hurry over here! There are sports drinks!"
Fukiyose Seiri, wearing a tracksuit with a Daihaousei Festival Operations Committee armband on her arm, moved about as her ample chest bounced with her motions, drawing the attention of her classmates.
Yet every student merely watched the scene listlessly, unable to muster even the slightest motivation.
That only made Fukiyose Seiri even angrier.
"Kamijo! Did you bring this decadent atmosphere here?!"
"Wh... Why am I the first one you suspect?! Is my usual state really that lifeless?! There's no justice!"
Under Fukiyose Seiri's fury, Kamijo Touma fled in a panic, stepping on Tsuchimikado Motoharu and Blue-Haired Earrings along the way. One let out a "meow," the other an "ah," yet neither showed any intention of getting up.
Fang Li was utterly baffled.
"What's going on?"
Could it be that these idiots had been so excited before the Daihaousei Festival, like children