"... This is too difficult for me."
Hashimoto Masayoshi looked at the back of the person who had spread out a lot in front of him, with a wry smile on his face.
But there was no hesitation in the movements of his feet.
His Explosive Power and endurance are also among the best in Class A.
"If you don't shorten the distance, you will be lectured again."
He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and began to accelerate on this long straight road.
And at the very end of the track is the waiting area for the last leg.
Miyabi Nagumo put his hands in his pockets and was even doing casual stretching exercises.
When he saw Third Year Class A's fourth stick Competitor accidentally fell down at a corner, the smile on his lips became fuller.
"It seems that the winner has been decided, Horikita President."
Miyabi Nagumo turned his head and looked at the man next to him who was still like an iceberg even under such circumstances.
"Originally, the third grade had an absolute advantage, but unfortunately I was not very lucky. Now it seems that the final winner will be me."
Indeed, due to that fall, Third Year Class A had fallen from the first echelon, lagging behind Second Year Class A, who was temporarily ranked first, by more than thirty meters.
At this distance, trying to catch up with the last stick would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Horikita Manabu did not look at the big screen. His eyes were always looking calmly at the far side of the runway, which was also the direction of his sister.
"...Nagumo."
Horikita Manabu suddenly spoke, his voice was flat and there was no hint of emotion or anger.
"Do you really want to change This School?"
This sudden question made Miyabi Nagumo slightly stunned.
"Of course."
Miyabi Nagumo spread his hands, as if declaring his program to the world.
"The current Student Council is really too boring. It has been maintaining that so-called tradition, saying that it is strict and asking for Might Makes Right, but in reality?"
He sneered, "There have always been all kinds of Relief Measures, resulting in not many people really Expulsion due to lack of ability."
"What is this Might Makes Right? It's just a greenhouse."
"I want to create a true and absolute school of meritocracy. Only the truly strong are qualified to stay here."
The moment the words fell.
On the runway in the distance, Second Year Class A's fifth rod, Competitor, has already rushed over.
"Then, I'll take the first step, Horikita President."
Miyabi Nagumo stopped talking nonsense. He turned around and started jogging.
"Crack!"
A crisp handover sound.
Miyabi Nagumo took over Relay Baton steadily.
At that moment, he burst out with astonishing speed, rushing towards the finish line and towards the new era in his heart.
Followed closely by First Year Class B.
Shibata Hayato was already prepared. The moment he took over the baton, he lowered his center of gravity and started running.
And then... it's Third Year Class A's fifth stick.
The panting girl finally rushed over and handed the stick to Horikita Manabu.
However.
An unexpected scene happened for Full Court audience.
Horikita Manabu, not moving.
He held the Relay Baton tightly in his hand, but his feet seemed to have taken root and were nailed to the spot.
He didn't start.
"What's going on? Why doesn't Horikita President run?"
"Is this giving up the game?"
Voices of confusion and shock came and went.
And on the First Year Class A track next to it.
Kazehara Tetsu is standing in front of the starting line, leaning forward slightly, ready to take over.
He looked at the sculpture-like Horikita Manabu beside him.
"Oh..."
Kazehara Tetsu whispered softly, only he could hear it.
"It seems that you really want to hear what your sister has to say, or do you want to give her one last chance to 'preach'?"
His eyes locked on Hashimoto Masayoshi, who was running towards this direction.
"Coming! Kagihara!"
Hashimoto Masayoshi's loud roar interrupted his thoughts.
Hashimoto Masayoshi The veins on his neck popped out, showing that he had tried his best.
"Go on!"
"Crack!"
Relay Baton slapped Kazehara Tetsu hard in the palm that stretched back.
The moment his fingers tightened around the stick.
"Boom!"
It was as if a wave of air visible to the naked eye exploded beneath his feet.
Kazehara Tetsu, started.
At this moment, Miyabi Nagumo, who was running at the front, was already a full forty meters ahead of him.
At this distance, it's almost a hopeless gulf for the last 200 meters of the 1,200-meter relay.
But.
That's for normal humans.
"Forty meters..."
Kazehara Tetsu's body was pressed extremely low, and every step he took seemed to challenge the limits of his body.
The thigh muscles exploded with terrifying kinetic energy in the high-frequency contraction.
speed.
Even faster than the previous 100m Dash.
Only fifty meters passed.
The ace First Year Class B in front who was struggling to catch up...Shibata Hayato didn't even realize what was happening.
I just felt a "whoosh" next to me.
A figure, like Lightning, passed by him in an instant.
"What!"
Shibata Hayato opened his eyes wide, looking at the back of the person who disappeared in an instant, his mind went blank.
What is that?
Is that the speed a human can run?
Kazehara Tetsu didn't even look at Shibata.
He only had eyes for Miyabi Nagumo, who was leading the race at the front.
The distance is shortening.
Thirty meters.
Twenty meters.
Miyabi Nagumo is in an extremely excited state.
The sound of the wind in his ears, the feedback from the track under his feet, and the thrill of being about to crush the old era under his feet made him very excited.
He heard footsteps behind him.
It was quick and heavy, but it made him more confident in his judgment.
"Is it that guy Shibata?"
If you don't look back and judge based on the sound alone, the only one who can maintain this pursuit frequency at this time is Shibata Hayato, the first grader who is known for his speed.
"Hmph, for a junior, the speed is indeed pretty good."
Miyabi Nagumo sneered in his heart, "But it's still too early to catch up with me."
He adjusted his breathing again, squeezing out the reserve energy in his body.
Accelerate.
Even if he already has the chance to win, he still has to win beautifully and win to silence everyone.
"Hurry up! Completely crush their hopes!"
The finish line is close at hand.
Only the last fifty meters remain.
There's probably less than ten seconds left.
The victorious Goddess is already waving to him.
However.
Just when he thought everything was settled.
A chilling chill suddenly struck from his left rear.
The sound of footsteps changed.
It's no longer that urgent sound.
Getting closer.
Unreasonably fast.
"!"
Miyabi Nagumo's heart contracted suddenly.
Before he could turn around to confirm.
A figure cut into his peripheral vision extremely abruptly and unreasonably.
Rush out from the left.
That's Kazehara Tetsu.
At the moment when the two of them were side by side.
Time seems to have slowed down.
Miyabi Nagumo turned his head, his pupils trembled violently, and the calm smile on his face instantly solidified, replaced by a ghostly horror.
"First Year Class A? You were still so far behind when you took over..."
"Why are you here?"
"Why are you faster than me?"
Countless question marks exploded in his mind.
But Kazehara Tetsu didn't give him time to think about the answer.
He wasn't even given time to despair.
The moment the two people's eyes met, the corners of Kazehara Tetsu's mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile.
"Boom!"
At this moment of extreme human physical ability, at this moment when everyone should be exhausted.
Kazehara Tetsu is still accelerating!
He instantly left Miyabi Nagumo and even the entire world behind.
The back figure quickly enlarged in Miyabi Nagumo's sight, and then disappeared.
"No!"
Miyabi Nagumo roared silently in his heart and tried to spread his legs to catch up, but in the face of the absolute power gap, his efforts seemed so feeble.
In the cheers of everyone's attention, in the tsunami-like exclamations.
Kazehara Tetsu's chest stood up, Red Cloth Band collapsed in front of his chest.
Be the first to cross the finish line!
A whole two positions ahead of Miyabi Nagumo!
Kazehara Tetsu did not stop immediately after crossing the finish line. Instead, it continued to run forward for a certain distance along with the inertia, and then slowly slowed down, and finally stood in the center of the runway.
He turned around and looked at Miyabi Nagumo, who then crossed the finish line with a dull face.
Then he looked at Horikita Manabu who was still standing on the starting line in the distance, holding Relay Baton in his hand, and was chatting with Horikita Suzune about something.
"It's over."