The next morning, the entire squad gathered on the field in sleeveless training gear, training masks strapped over their mouths as they sprinted lap after lap around the pitch.
At the front, Kurogami was leading the sprint with his eyes steady, stride sharp, refusing to slow.
Right behind him, Haruma was sprinting forward through the exhaustion, sweat pouring off his body as his muscles tightened with every stride.
Behind them, Koujin, Souma, and Gaku fought for air beneath their masks, breaths turning ragged, but their legs kept pumping.
Jiho ran with eyes slightly wide and a violently heaving chest, pushing through the burn without showing a hint of backing down.
Behind him, Raya and Nagisa kept moving with steady faces despite their pounding lungs, grinding through the brutal morning run step after step…
Meanwhile, inside the headquarters building, Kento sat in his office, papers scattered across the desk in uneven stacks.
