"Bang!"
Gunshot.
There was no usual stumbling or pulling at the start.
The two of them were like conjoined twins, taking out their tied legs at the same time at the moment of the gunshot.
"One!"
I chant the beat silently in my mind.
The sounds of footsteps hitting the ground overlapped.
Next, comes the outside leg.
"Two!"
Speed increases instantly.
If the previous miserable situation of Morishita Ai being unilaterally dragged down by Kazehara Tetsu was because the gap in strength was too large, then now, Hashimoto Masayoshi has shown the gold content of his physical ability.
Soon.
Kazehara Tetsu didn't deliberately slow down too much to accommodate him.
But Hashimoto Masayoshi perfectly matches the stride of Kagihara.
His stride length adjusted in an instant, his thigh muscles tightened, and he pushed with all his strength every time.
"Da, da..."
The wind howled in my ears.
No verbal communication is required.
Just through the shift of the center of gravity, you can sense the opponent's next intention.
"Oh... not bad."
Kazehara Tetsu originally thought that it would take as much effort as dragging Suitcase, but I didn't expect that Hashimoto is very adaptable.
Other opponents have been left behind.
Those groups that were still chanting slogans and trying to find a rhythm could only watch them go away in despair.
There was no suspense and no mistakes.
When the two of them crossed the finish line side by side.
The second place was even struggling to maintain balance twenty meters behind him.
"Huh... huh... huh..."
After crossing the finish line, the two relied on inertia to run forward for a few steps, and then slowly stopped.
Hashimoto Masayoshi was breathing heavily, sweat on his forehead sliding down his cheeks.
The short 100 meters just now consumed more of his physical and mental energy than running a thousand meters.
"Good run, Hashimoto."
"Ha... of course."
Hashimoto Masayoshi untied his belt and stood up, moved his sore right leg, and looked at Kazehara Tetsu.
"But then again..." He shook his head.
"Although it's a great experience to be your partner, it's also really torturous."
"Really?"
Kazehara Tetsu smiled and patted Hashimoto on the back.
"That's because you haven't practiced enough."
"Let's play together next time we have a chance."
After saying that, he didn't stop any longer and turned around and walked towards Lounge Area.
Hashimoto looked at his back and shrugged helplessly.
"I don't want to play anymore."
After the Two-Person Three-Legged Race competition ended, the students were not left with much time to breathe. Then came the most confrontational team event in Sports Festival.
Knight Fights.
However, in Class A's queue, they were intensively arranging tactics.
Kazehara Tetsu seems a little out of place.
He did not participate in the grouping, but stood alone on the edge under the shade of a tree, holding the unfinished bottle of mineral Spring Water in his hand.
For this project, he chose not to participate.
This was not a whim, but was already decided upon when submitting the entry form.
If as "horse".
With the stability of its base and core strength, it is indeed possible to build a mobile fortress that will never fall.
No matter who the knight above is, as long as he does not fall, this combination will not lose.
But that can only passively withstand the impact. In this game where you can only win by taking away the opponent's headband, the subjective initiative that the horse can exert is really limited.
And if as a "knight".
In an unstable structure with a center of gravity like Knight Fights, he fights for the opponent's headband as a knight...
That is extremely dangerous.
In that intertwined moment, it is difficult to accurately control the force of each time.
If he reaches out to grab the other person's headband, under the influence of the strange force, it is very likely that the other person's entire body will be torn off.
At that time, the base responsible for carrying people will instantly collapse due to uneven force, and the people on top will fall to the ground.
Then it's no longer a competition, but a demolition site.
In order to prevent this Sports Festival from turning into a disaster movie, it is better to just be a spectator.
Kazehara Tetsu smiled self-deprecatingly.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket.
The screen lights up.
His fingers tapped quickly on the screen a few times to edit a short message.
There is not too much nonsense, and there is no signature, just a short sentence.
[Send]
Kazehara Tetsu put the phone back into his pocket.
Since Knight Fights is not participating, the next two hundred meters run has no special meaning to him now.
Rather than trying to maintain a sense of presence, it's better to deal with something more interesting.
He didn't say hello to anyone, and while everyone was paying attention to the brawl that was about to begin, he turned around quietly and left the noisy Sports Field.
Horikita Suzune is walking hard.
This young girl, who was always as aloof and proud as a flower on a high mountain, looked extremely embarrassed at this moment.
Every step she takes is a big challenge for her.
"Huh... huh..."
Her breathing was rapid and beads of sweat covered her forehead.
She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to use the pain to distract from the severe pain in her feet.
Everything is too bad.
The disaster started right from the morning's obstacle course.
Originally, with her ability, it was not difficult to get a good ranking in that competition.
However, the problem started when she was "accidentally" hit by the Class C student named Kinoshita.
In the chaotic collision, her right leg was severely pinned.
Although I managed to finish the entire race with perseverance, the root of my trouble had already been laid.
Next, is Two-Person Three-Legged Race.
I thought that if I partnered with Kushida Kikyo, who always greeted me with a smile, no matter how much we hated each other in our hearts, we would at least maintain basic cooperation during the competition for the benefit of the class.
But she was wrong.
Kushida Kikyo is not the kind of acceleration for victory, but a complete disregard for the rhythm of Horikita Suzune. It can even be said that it is deliberately pulling.
Under that crazy dragging, the already injured leg was even worse.
And in the Knight Fights that just ended...
Countless collisions made her legs completely overwhelmed.
It was the last stage before lunch break. Most of the students were on Sports Field. Teaching Building was empty and eerily quiet.
Only her uncoordinated footsteps echoed in the corridor.
She did not go to the temporary ambulance Tent next to Sports Field.
There are many people there.
We can't let Class D's classmates see that she is one of the leaders of Class D. If she shows weakness at this time, it will only completely collapse the already low morale.
Therefore, she can only choose here.
The health room located at the corner of Teaching Building.
Horikita Suzune took a deep breath and forcibly calmed down the expression that was distorted by pain.
She pushed away slowly.
"Squeak..."
A faint smell of disinfectant water hit my face.