Miyabi Nagumo's eyes swept over Kazehara Tetsu's powerfully swinging thigh muscles, and he unintentionally threw out the question that had been lingering in his mind.
"Remember the relay race on Sports Festival?"
Kazehara Tetsu's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"You were running very fast at that time."
"At that time, I was still thinking that that kind of sprinting speed... was simply a machine built for speed."
"It's nothing."
Kazehara Tetsu is still an understatement.
"I was forced by the situation at the time. I just wanted to run as hard as I could for the victory of the class. As for whether it was fast or not... I had no idea in that chaotic situation."
"I didn't expect to be lucky and get the first place."
"Luck?"
Miyabi Nagumo seemed to have heard some joke, with a sarcastic curve at the corner of his mouth.
"This is not an ordinary 'full force', Kagihara."
"Do you know how much you ran at that time?"
Kazehara Tetsu was silent for a moment.
"I don't know."
He looked at the winding Mountain Road in front of him and spoke calmly.
"How did I know? At that time, I was only focused on crossing the line. And what was displayed on the big screen was only the total time of our team. I didn't pay attention to the split timing."
"Yes, most people only look at the total score. They may just think you are 'fast' and don't delve into how fast you are."
Miyabi Nagumo nodded, then changed the subject, and a light burst out from his eyes.
"But... I do."
"Even if it is an entertainment-based Sports Festival, as Student Council, all video recordings are retained."
"After I went back, I specially pulled out that video of yours and calculated it frame by frame."
Miyabi Nagumo stretched out two fingers and made an empty stroke in the air.
"Two hundred meters away."
"Even if you include the little bit of run-up inertia when taking over the baton..."
"Your grades, calculated..."
"19.50 seconds."
"..."
The wind seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Only the sound of crushed dead branches underfoot was particularly harsh.
19.50 seconds.
For ordinary people, this is just a number that has no real sense.
But for those who know track and field, this is a result that is enough to make the whole world crazy.
What is the world record?
19.19 seconds.
That is the limit of human beings, and it is a myth created by the man nicknamed "Lightning".
And a high school student.
Wear regular sneakers.
On that non-standard plastic track.
Run 19.50 seconds?
"That is to say..."
Miyabi Nagumo stared at Kazehara Tetsu's still unruffled profile.
"If there is no run-up... after deducting all environmental factors..."
"Your pure speed is also possible to reach International Athlete, or even the level of international competition finals."
"Among the entire Asia students, this is absolutely impossible data."
"Have you run such a score that would make Coach National Athletics Team kneel down and beg you to join?"
Miyabi Nagumo's eyes are no longer pure curiosity.
"So... are you that powerful?"
Kazehara Tetsu After listening to this series of data analysis that shocked the sports world, he still had no intention of stopping.
He just opened his eyes slightly, pretending to be surprised like "I don't even know."
"It seems that my condition was indeed too good that day."
"..."
"In good condition?"
Miyabi Nagumo laughed angrily at this extremely perfunctory answer.
"If This School hadn't implemented closed management, and if I hadn't known that those banned drugs and stimulants would never be available here..."
"I can't believe you're a normal human being."
Miyabi Nagumo turned his head suddenly, no longer looking at the road, but staring at Kazehara Tetsu.
"So..."
"Kagihara, how did you do it?"
"What if I said..."
Kazehara Tetsu's footsteps were not disordered at all.
He turned his head and looked at Miyabi Nagumo with "Don't try to fool me" written all over his face.
"There is a high-dimensional existence called the 'system' residing in my body. As long as I add points through my thoughts, I can strengthen the body's functions regardless of Physical Laws...Nagumo President, do you believe it?"
Miyabi Nagumo was stunned for a moment.
His eyes, which were always calculating, flashed with a hint of astonishment at this moment.
"Ha..."
Miyabi Nagumo let out a short laugh and shook his head.
"It's a very good suggestion. This kind of setting full of secondary fantasy is really in line with the appetite of today's light novels. I have to say that your ability to tell jokes is a little better than your long-distance running."
"But it's a pity that this is reality. It's not a fictional world with only settings but no logic."
Miyabi Nagumo obviously took these words as a perfunctory way for Kazehara Tetsu to pursue him, or even a mockery.
"Who knows..."
Kazehara Tetsu didn't defend himself, he just shrugged indifferently.
"As Senpai said, reality is often stranger than fiction. Sometimes the truth sounds like the worst lie."
"Tch. The tough-talking Brat."
Miyabi Nagumo lost interest in continuing to ask questions.
In his opinion, Kazehara Tetsu is deliberately concealing a special training method.
Since the other party doesn't want to talk, asking further is just asking for trouble.
The conversation between the two ended like this.
The second half of the long run was spent in an eerie silence.
When the large army finally dragged their heavy legs back to Sports Field.
Except for the few people in the first echelon who could barely maintain their standing posture, most of the remaining first-year students, including some second- and third-year students who lacked exercise, were breathing heavily.
Kazehara Tetsu, on the other hand, only slightly tidied up the slightly messy neckline without even shedding a drop of sweat.
The afternoon course was lackluster.
Perhaps it was because on the first day, both School Authority and external lecturers were explaining the basics.
"The last item, meditate."
Dojo It's colder in the evening than in the morning.
Forty-five people, sitting cross-legged.
Kazehara Tetsu closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.
"Huh..."
With a sound of relief.
The one-day course finally came to an end.
But that doesn't mean rest.
For this group of boys who are in the growth and development period and have been trained all afternoon, there is only one thought left in their minds at this moment...
Rice.
"Let's go eat."
When we came out of Dojo, the sky outside was completely dark.
Only a few dim lamps swayed in the cold wind, making everyone's shadows grow long.
Kazehara Tetsu walked at the front of the team, followed by Kanzaki Ryuji, Katsuragi Kouhei and others.
"Tonight is the last 'safe meal'."
Kazehara Tetsu said calmly as he walked.
"You have to get up and work at 4:30 tomorrow morning. If you don't want to be hungry tomorrow and do manual labor, then fill your stomach tonight."
"Got it..."
"Now I can swallow even a cow."
We came to the dining area where it was still noon.
No nonsense, pick up your meal and find a seat.