On the track, Kitasan Black was feeling the "limit" coursing through her entire body.
She felt like an engine set ablaze, erupting with unprecedented power as she sprinted endlessly forward.
The howling airflow exploded beside her ears in a continuous roar. She could clearly feel the grass-scented air churning through her nasal cavity and mouth.
Just as clearly, she felt the centrifugal force as she cut into the first turn, and the weightless sensation of that force flinging the sweat from her cheeks, arms, and thighs away.
Her breathing rhythm and driving foot changed at the same time. She made a slight adjustment to her Center of Gravity, and her left foot sliced toward the ground with an almost sideways illusion.
This was the secret Silent Suzuka had taught her for taking turns during a Great Escape.
Don't imagine yourself running. Don't even think about yourself.
Speed. Nothing but speed.
Put every thought into speed. With speed beyond all else, give it everything you had, open your eyes wide, and look upon the scenery at the front.
The instant her left foot cut into the ground, her senior's teachings echoed in her mind. At the same time, she could hear the faint wails of Muscle Fiber operating beyond its limit.
Yet the muscles forged through countless days of relentless training faithfully drove their strength into the ground.
With perfect clarity, she sensed that after every push-off, after the solid feeling of her foot striking the ground, there came an instant of emptiness.
That was the turf and its bed of soil being blasted apart.
Huff—hah...
As she entered the turn, she deliberately lengthened her breathing rhythm in accordance with the technique.
Suzuka Senpai had not taught her this. It was the rhythm she had always trained with, a breathing method