The sunset is coming to an end on this long day.
On the runway, the last figure was moving forward.
Horikita Suzune Every time he took a step, the severe pain from his right ankle rushed straight to his brain along the nerves.
But she didn't stop.
At the end of her vision blurred by sweat, outside of the noisy crowd, there seemed to be only the echo of one sentence left in her ears.
"Then let the results speak for themselves. Let me see your changes."
Those were the words her brother left for her.
Although there is no tenderness, this is an unprecedented response for her who has always been regarded as a "useless thing".
That means that her brother is still watching her and waiting for her "result".
"Huh... huh..."
She crossed the finish line.
Last place.
An unquestionable defeat.
The moment his body crossed the White Line, Horikita Suzune lost the support of his willpower and stumbled, almost falling to the ground.
But she quickly used her uninjured foot to steady her center of gravity and stood up straight.
There were cheers, sighs, and countless glances all around.
But Horikita Suzune's face was unusually calm.
"I... finished my run."
She said silently in her heart.
Although I lost the game, I lost Points, and maybe even lost my face.
But she finally persisted until the end in front of that person, even if she was limping.
On the main podium, representative School Authority was reading out the final results.
"Sports Festival final result announced--"
On the huge electronic scoreboard, the numbers began to jump crazily and finally froze.
"Red Team wins!"
"As a reward, all classes to which Red Team belongs will receive 100 Class Points points! And the defeated White Team will have 100 Class Points points deducted!"
At this moment, Sports Field is half heaven and half hell.
The students of Red Team burst into cheers.
But there was dead silence over there at White Team.
Next, is the overall ranking of the class.
First Year Group is ranked as follows:
First place: Class A.
Second place: Class B.
Third place: Class C.
Fourth Place: Class D.
No doubt about the order.
It's a perfect harvest day for Class A.
Red Team wins 100 points, plus 50 points for first place in grade.
The net profit on this day was nearly 150 points Class Points.
For students, this is simply a windfall falling from the sky.
"Hmph, what an easy and happy victory."
Hashimoto Masayoshi, who was standing behind Kazehara Tetsu, whistled, "Although I am as tired as a dog, seeing this number, I feel that my legs are no longer sore and my waist no longer hurts."
"... As long as you can get Points, everything else doesn't matter."
And in this happy atmosphere, the voice on the radio rang again.
"Next, announce the list of 'Most Outstanding Player' for each grade."
For other grades, you don't need to read too much, just pay attention to your own grade.
"First Year Class A, Kazehara Tetsu!"
At that moment, all eyes were focused on the man who was yawning out of boredom.
Well deserved.
Whether it's the terrifying speed of 100m Dash, the One Man Army in Pole Push Competition, or the desperate Comeback Against the Odds in the final relay race.
This whole day's Sports Festival has completely transformed into Kazehara Tetsu's Solo Show.
"It is indeed him..."
"That kind of Monster, wouldn't it be strange if he couldn't win the MVP?"
"Class A is really lucky that such a person exists."
Amidst the complicated discussion, Kazehara Tetsu didn't even show much excitement.
"Congratulations, Kazehara-kun."
Among the crowd that was gradually dispersing, a petite figure spoke softly.
Sakayanagi Arisu was holding the White Beret that had been borrowed and returned in his hand. He did not put it on, but put it on his hand and stroked it gently.
"It seems that the 'Might Makes Right' of This School is most vividly reflected in you."
"It's just a little bit of exercise."
Kazehara Tetsu smiled, his eyes not staying on Sakayanagi for too long.
He looked across the crowd to the other end of Sports Field.
There, is where Class D is.
Unlike Class A's cheerful mood, Class D seems to have a strange atmosphere at the moment.
Last place.
100 points discount.
For them, who have been in the zero point state, although this will not make Points become a negative number, the suffocating feeling of "never being able to turn over" is even more devastating than dunking Class Points.
Among all the sad faces, two figures stood out.
Horikita Suzune is limping away from the field.
Although her back looked a little stooped due to pain, she was not downcast like other Class D students.
And beside her, who was saying something with a "concerned" face, was Kushida Kikyo.
That two-faced girl with the face of an angel and the heart of a devil.
"Horikita, does your foot still hurt? Why don't you go to the health room again?"
Kushida's voice floated from afar, with the kind of gentleness that made it hard to fault, "Although everyone is sad to lose, Horikita has worked very hard, and everyone can see it..."
Looking at this scene, Kazehara Tetsu has to say that this is really a good show.
The victim and the betrayer walk together like close sisters.
Kazehara Tetsu took out the mobile phone from his pocket.
"Since you said you wanted 'evidence'..."
His fingers slid briskly across the screen and he pulled out the audio file that he had already prepared.
Obtained through some "special means", Ryuen Kakeru's trading recording against Horikita's tactics.
There is also the plan and arrangement of Ryuen Kakeru instructing Kinoshita in the dark on how to dive and how to hit the wall.
A piece of information that is enough to instantly destroy the mask of Kushida Kikyo.
"Although I didn't ask you to pay a specific price..."
Kazehara Tetsu looked at the two figures in the distance who were about to disappear under the sunset.
"But sometimes, isn't voluntary contribution more desirable?"
He pressed "send" lightly.
Sent successfully.
"Ding."
Almost at the same time, the mobile phone in Horikita Suzune's pocket in the distance vibrated.
Kazehara Tetsu looked at Horikita Suzune and seemed to feel the vibration. He stopped and took out his mobile phone with some confusion.
And during this process, Kushida Kikyo next to her still maintained her perfect smile, unaware that her death date... or in other words, the moment when her true identity was revealed, had quietly arrived.
"Enjoy this gift, Horikita."
Kazehara Tetsu put away the phone, turned around and walked in the distance.
"The next moment will probably be more 'happy' for you than that 1,200-meter track."