"...Huff... huff... hah, hah..."
It felt as though a giant hand were kneading his lungs with all its might, squeezing out the last trace of oxygen in his body.
His hands strained against his knees, ensuring that he would not lose all face in front of everyone and collapse headfirst onto the ground.
100-Meter Hurdles.
As long as he mastered the rhythm of each hurdle, gradually adapted to the height, and accelerated...
For someone with his exceptional physical abilities, it had originally been no different from running on flat ground.
But perhaps because he had paid too much attention to Suzuki, he had unconsciously begun imitating his strides.
Start... seven steps before takeoff...
The first two steps had been perfectly standard, no different from what his professional coaches had taught him before. But... after that, his stride pattern had completely changed.
Four steps at the second hurdle, three steps at the third, all the way down to two steps at the seventh...
Was that last move really something a human could pull off?! A move that completely cast aside the shackles of the ground and flew toward the blue sky!
It was unbelievably fast.
As expected, Suzuki was truly terrifying...
Watching the other's figure gradually pull away, Kanzaki came to that conclusion in his heart.
Ever since their first meeting on Uninhabited Island, he had intentionally or unintentionally kept an eye on Suzuki Tsubame. The facts had proven that he had been right to do so.
The morning events ended amid the students' freely shed sweat, and lunchtime officially began.
Beneath the electronic display.
A figure with an indifferent expression stood alone, staring at the numbers displayed above. For the first time, he felt the existence of something called pressure.
Just then.
Nagumo, his blond hair conspicuous, slowly approached