Destiny seems to be full of drama.
Kazehara Tetsu is standing in the third lane.
And Ayanokoji Kiyotaka is in the fourth lane next to him.
The two stood side by side in front of the starting line.
Unlike the other Competitor around who felt nervous about facing a powerful enemy, the aura of these two people was too calm.
Kazehara Tetsu did not use the professional squatting start, but the same as what was shown before Kamuro, only lowering the center of gravity.
The Ayanokoji Kiyotaka next to him is also in the same posture, looking loose and in no competitive condition.
"Bang!"
The moment Starting Pistol sounded, the wisp of white smoke had not yet dissipated.
Kazehara Tetsu's body has moved.
Although he took what he considered a "relatively slow" start, it was by no means comparable to that of ordinary students.
One step.
With just one step, he established his lead.
While rushing out, his peripheral vision did not look ahead, but glanced at the fourth lane beside him.
Sure enough.
That guy didn't do anything.
Just as he expected.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka did not contribute.
That guy started half a beat slower than everyone else, just stuck on the edge of "slow reaction but not a mistake".
He is acting.
He was calculating how to run a time around Fifth Place, which would neither be embarrassing nor attract attention.
"What a boring guy..."
Kazehara Tetsu withdrew his peripheral vision and no longer paid attention to Ayanokoji Kiyotaka who was working hard to perform "Following Hardly" behind him.
Kazehara Tetsu's breathing rhythm changed slightly.
The next second.
The way his feet exert force has changed.
If I was just jogging just now, now I really start running.
"Whoosh!"
The speed of Kazehara Tetsu, which was still far behind the others, suddenly improved to a new level.
That's not a gradual acceleration, but an instantaneous jump.
Everything around him was retreating rapidly.
Five meters, ten meters, twenty meters...
The gap is widening at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The exclamations from the stands could not be heard before they could be heard.
Kazehara Tetsu carried an unstoppable momentum and crossed the finish line without any suspense.
He even had the time to look back before crossing the line.
When he crossed the finish line, the other Competitor was still about twenty meters away.
He didn't slow down too much, he just ran along the inertia for a few steps and then stopped. His breathing was steady, and even his heartbeat didn't fluctuate much.
Kazehara Tetsu raised his head and looked at the big screen aside.
10.51!
A number that would make even professional athletes find it difficult.
What's even scarier is that anyone with a little bit of vision can see it.
The boy who crossed the finish line just now didn't even blush. Even his casual turning back in the final stage showed that he didn't try his best at all.
Full Court was dead silent for a long time.
Later.
"Boom!"
The crowd burst into exclamations and screams.
And outside the noisy wave, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka crossed the finish line.
Just as he calculated, he got the Fifth Place and looked at the electronic scoreboard. Finally, there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
This man...
What is he...
Kazehara Tetsu stood at the finish line, bathing in the shocked looks from around him.
He turned around and looked at Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, who was bending over and pretending to be breathing.
Their eyes met in the air for a moment.
Kazehara Tetsu made a mouth shape.
"See you next time."
After Kazehara Tetsu walked out of the runway, he glanced at Check-in Area.
Under the intensive schedule, students from Girls' Division have begun to enter the venue one after another.
It is obviously unrealistic to find Kamuro Masumi to chat with him again in this environment.
Kazehara Tetsu did not stay where he was. He turned around and walked through the slightly chaotic crowd towards Class A's huge Tent.
Tent is a relatively peaceful area below, blocking most of the sunlight and isolating the noise from the outside world.
Most of the Class A students are preparing for the next project or talking about tactics in low voices.
In a corner, Sakayanagi Arisu is sitting there peacefully.
She was not wearing that Sports Uniform, she was still wearing a school uniform with the iconic White Beret.
Sakayanagi Arisu slowly raised his head and saw Kazehara Tetsu walking into Tent.
"You're back, Kazehara-kun."
"That's a really cool performance. At that moment, even other classes were cheering for you."
"There's nothing to cheer about."
Kazehara Tetsu doesn't care.
He walked to Sakayanagi Arisu and sat down on another folding chair.
"To cheer for an unsuspicious result is to make a mountain out of a molehill."
"Haha, it's just because there's no suspense that it's worth cheering, isn't it?"
Kazehara Tetsu stopped talking and turned his attention to the runway outside Tent.
100m Sprint for first grade girls has started.
The sound of gunfire, the sound of cheering, and the cheers after crossing the finish line, one wave after another.
"Bang!"
There was another gunshot.
In the queue of Heat 4, a figure rushed out like an arrow from a string.
Kamuro Masumi.
Her physical fitness is at a very high level for her age.
After another month, Targeted Training's body burst out with far more energy than usual.
Her pace is fast. Although it cannot be compared with professional athletes, it is enough to leave her opponents in the same group behind.
In the end, he easily won first place.
After Kamuro Masumi finished running, he didn't stay too long and walked back to Tent.
She grabbed a towel and wiped her face roughly, then walked to Kazehara Tetsu and Sakayanagi Arisu and sat down on the folding chair.
"How's it going?"
She unscrewed the cap of the Spring Water bottle, raised her head and took a big sip, while looking at the Kazehara Tetsu out of the corner of her eye.
Although her tone was as nonchalant as possible, it still revealed her inner concern for evaluation.
Kazehara Tetsu looked at her like this.
The girl who had just experienced strenuous exercise did not have an unpleasant odor on her body, and sweat slid down her slender neck.
"It's great."
Kazehara Tetsu did not shy away from his praise and showed his affirmation.
"The reaction at the start was very fast, and the pace of acceleration in the middle was much better than during yesterday's practice."
"... Stop talking like a coach."
Kamuro Masumi snorted and turned his head away, but the corners of his mouth could not help but raise a slight arc.
She picked up a towel and covered her head to hide her expression.
"I'm just lucky that I didn't find anyone who specializes in training these things."
"Luck is also part of strength."
Sakayanagi Arisu, who had been sitting quietly, also chimed in. She watched the interaction between the two with a smile.
"Kamuro performed very well. This point is crucial for Class A. Thank you for your hard work."
"Yes, as long as I can help Class A."