"It's really troublesome..."
Kamuro Masumi tucked her long purple hair that was blown by the wind behind her ears, and there was a hint of provocative light in her eyes at this moment.
She crossed her arms and looked up at the man in front of her, who was so confident that he was almost arrogant.
"If you really have the so-called 'perfect' physical fitness as you boast..."
Then, she slowly raised her head, but kept her voice very low, as if she was afraid of being heard by others.
"Then tonight, I don't need you to do it yourself! Don't worry, I can handle everything by myself."
This sentence itself is an extremely explicit invitation, and it is also a bet.
"There's really nothing we can do."
Kazehara Tetsu chuckled, seemingly quite satisfied with this tempting bet.
He didn't do any exaggerated warm-up exercises, he just moved his neck briefly.
He walked to the starting line.
He did not start in a professional squatting position, but stood casually with his center of gravity lowered slightly.
Kamuro Masumi raised the phone and hovered his thumb over the start button.
Her eyes focused on the back of Kazehara Tetsu...
The broad latissimus dorsi muscles are looming under the Sports Uniform.
"Ready... run!"
Following her command, the moment her finger touched the screen.
"Boom!"
This is not an exaggerated metaphor, Kamuro Masumi even had an illusion, as if the ground trembled the moment Kazehara Tetsu stepped on the ground.
That figure was like an arrow leaving the string, no, more like a suddenly violent cheetah.
There is no sloppiness and no unnecessary movements.
The span of each step was astonishingly wide, and the frequency of swinging his arms was so fast that afterimages were left in front of his eyes.
That was not the playful running of ordinary high school students on the Sports Field, but a pure display of the speed of the Violent Aesthetics.
Kamuro Masumi's pupils suddenly contracted.
Fast.
Too fast.
It was so fast that even she, the person in charge of timing, felt a little dazed.
One second he was still at the starting line, and the next second he seemed to have passed dozens of meters.
When the silhouette crossed the finish line, Kamuro Masumi pressed the stop button almost subconsciously.
There were no cheers around, because this was just a private gambling game in the corner of Sports Field, and it did not attract widespread attention.
But Kamuro Masumi's heartbeat was stronger than ever.
She lowered her head stiffly and looked at the numbers on the screen of her phone.
[10.38]
"Huh?"
Kamuro Masumi looked at that number and even wondered if there was a bug in Timing Software.
This is a result achieved by wearing sneakers that don't fit very well and running on the Sports Field, which is not a professional rubber track.
Approaching the level of International Athlete.
If you replace it with Spikes, if you have a professional Starting Block...
She didn't dare to think about it any more.
Kazehara Tetsu walked back slowly.
Unlike Kamuro who was out of breath and embarrassed after running, he didn't even have a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
That calm and unhurried look, as if the explosion that shocked School Track and Field Team just now was just a walk after dinner.
He walked up to Kamuro Masumi.
"How's it going?"
Kazehara Tetsu looked at Kamuro who was still in a daze, with that infuriating smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth.
"Although I haven't used my full strength... but I can at least feel what level it is, right?"
Kamuro Masumi raised his head.
Looking at this man up close, she could feel the strong scent of male hormones.
In the face of this absolute strength, any doubts pale in comparison.
"... Stop pretending."
Kamuro Masumi took a deep breath, turned off the phone screen, and stuffed it back into his pocket roughly.
She is not the kind of person who cannot afford to lose.
In other words, after witnessing this reality called "Strongest" with her own eyes, a certain switch in her body was completely turned on.
"Abnormal."
She cursed, but there was no disgust in the curse, but a kind of resigned resignation.
"I surrender."
She took a step forward and raised her face.
"Come tonight."
"Then I'll just... wait and see."
"Humph."
Kamuro Masumi let out a soft snort, as if he couldn't stand this aggressive gaze.
She grabbed the towel placed next to the grass, wiped the sweat on her neck haphazardly, and without saying anything else, turned around and walked quickly in the direction of Changing Room.
Watching the figure of Purple-haired Girl disappear from his sight.
Kazehara Tetsu stretched and did not leave Sports Field immediately.
There's still some time before get out of class ends.
He walked aimlessly around the edge of Sports Field, his eyes casually scanning the students who started practicing for Sports Festival.
At this moment, a burst of uncoordinated footsteps, accompanied by tiny complaints, reached his ears.
"One, two... one, two..."
"Slow... too slow, Yamamura Miki."
"Huh... huh... no, I can't keep up, Morishita, slow down..."
Under the shade of a tree in Sports Field, two figures moved with difficulty like conjoined twins.
They were two girls wearing the same style Gym Uniform.
One of them has a tall and straight figure, and his iconic long fluffy hair dances slightly with the movement.
Morishita Ai.
The other girl who was forcibly "tied" next to her looked much more embarrassed.
Yamamura Miki.
She is facing a major crisis in her life right now.
Their right and left feet were tightly tied together with a Red Cloth Band.
This was supposed to be "Three-Legged Race" that emphasized tacit understanding and rhythm, but in their case, it turned into a unilateral "drag".
Morishita Ai's motor nerves seem to be quite good, his steps are light, and each step has a moderate span.
However, for Yamamura Miki, whose physical fitness is worrying, this is simply a nightmare.
"Ah!"
As Morishita Ai took another step, Yamamura Miki, who was already exhausted, staggered. He couldn't lift the tied leg at all. He lost his balance and fell to one side.
Fortunately, Morishita Ai had quick eyes and quick hands and grabbed her waist, which prevented the two of them from falling to the ground.
"Woo..."
Yamamura Miki was like a deflated rubber ball, leaning on Morishita Ai's body, breathing heavily.
"There's really nothing we can do."
Morishita Ai looked down at his friend who was grabbing his arm and trying to stand still. There was no blame in his tone, only a statement of facts.
"Yamamura Miki, your cadence is too chaotic. If you continue like this, you won't even be able to run ten meters."
"Yes, I'm sorry..."
Yamamura Miki's voice was full of guilt, "I'm really... really not good at this..."
"It seems that instead of practicing, what I need first is special physical training for you? For example, do a hundred squats every day."
"Eh? Then, that one will definitely kill someone..."
Yamamura Miki was so frightened that he almost knelt down.