Just then, two or three male coaches quickly jumped into the water and swam over...
Tetsuhiro thought it over and decided to wait and see.
"It hurts!"
"Someone help me!"
Unable to swim and suffering from cramps, he finally ran out of strength and sank into the deep end of the pool.
"Why am I so unlucky..."
Just then, a pair of large, powerful hands gripped his waist, hauled him back to the surface, and lifted him up.
But Kintaro had already lost consciousness and was no longer responding.
The others came over too, helping the man swim Kintaro to the edge of the pool and push him up onto the deck.
Only then did Tetsuhiro breathe a sigh of relief. He could see that Kintaro still had a heartbeat and wasn't in any danger.
But the others didn't know that.
"Quick, give him mouth-to-mouth!"
One man immediately straddled Kintaro. Without another word, he took a deep breath and pressed his mouth against Kintaro's.
"Blow!"
"Breathe! Blow!"
Then he quickly compressed Kintaro's chest, repeating it more than a dozen times...
"Urgh! Pfft!"
After a while, Kintaro turned his head and vomited out all the water in his stomach.
"Thank goodness, he's awake!"
"Cough, cough... What happened to me?" Kintaro's lungs felt awful, and his nose stung terribly.
He coughed several more times, bringing up the remaining water before finally feeling a little better.
He looked around. Men and women stood nearby, watching him with concern.
He vaguely recognized one of them. For some reason, the moment he saw the man, Kintaro felt much more at ease.
Slowly sitting up, he turned toward him and said weakly, "I remember you. You saved me just now, didn't you? Thank you so much!"
The man smiled and waved a hand. "No problem."
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