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From ancient times to modern times, physical education has always been the sole domain of those who are athletically inclined and belong to an athletic club. Amanohashidate Gakuen is no exception, and even though classes have not started yet, some students are warming up their bodies.
“Even though it’s just a physical fitness test, you’re really enthusiastic, Wada.”
Wada, who belongs to the basketball team, is one of them. He is carefully stretching and getting ready.
If this were the Inter-High School finals, I could understand his enthusiasm, but it is just a physical test that is about to begin. I feel that his enthusiasm is misplaced.
“The reason for this is to prevent injuries, but the physical fitness test is a unique opportunity to objectively and numerically see how much you’ve grown over the past year. There’s no way I’m going to cut corners.”
“I see. You have a stoic way of thinking.”
“Idiot. I’m not the next candidate, I’m the new ace.”
Ignoring Wada who was laughing so loud, I turned my gaze around and searched for Kanna. Just like in the classroom, my childhood friend was standing there alone, yawning carefreely. There’s not too much tension here.
She is wearing the same long-sleeved long pants and jersey as everyone else, but there is another girl on the field who stands out even more than she does.
Although it is early spring, there is still a slight chill in the air, but that one student is wearing short sleeves and shorts, an outfit that emphasizes ease of movement. If that were all, it would be enough to say that she was a bit hot-headed, but there is a reason why she is attracting so much attention–mainly from the male students.
“I can’t believe you’re giving Asakura such passionate glances. Itsuki is also a boy after all.”
I glare at Wada, who speaks to me in a lowly voice. Don’t go out of your way to stop your activity and say that.
“I didn’t look at her with enthusiasm, and I wasn’t looking at her with any ulterior motives.”
“You’re not going to fall in love with her, are you? Even Hikoboshi would be captivated he could see her like that.”
I turned my gaze to the ground again, thinking that it would be rude to the prince of the night sky, who has been in a long-distance relationship only once a year for over a thousand years.
“……Phew.”
The name of the female student who is taking deep breaths and regulating her breathing is Asakura Nao.
A genius sprinter who tied the Japanese record for the women’s 100m at the U18 World Athletics Championships in her third year of junior high school, winning her first gold medal, and is said to be a future Olympic gold medal candidate.
Black shoulder-length hair. She has a beautiful face, and the corners of her eyes are lifted up, reminding one of a lone wolf living in solitude. She has a sharply defined waist and a well-trained lower half of her body, perhaps the result of daily practice, which gives her a healthy beauty, but she also bears fruit that is as good as Kanna’s. It sways as she moves, which makes her look very bad. It is very hard on the eyes as it sways with every movement.
She has outstanding talent as a track and field athlete, and her looks and style are outstanding. It is often said that [Heaven never gives two things] but Asakura Nao is an exception.
“Okay, one more……!”
Wiping away the sweat that glistens in the sunlight, Asakura starts up again. Gradually, her breathing becomes erratic and her skin becomes flushed, so that even though she is in gym clothes, an unhealthy glamour exudes from her entire body.
[The next ace of Japan’s women’s sprinting world will show off in physical education class.]
[I want to be sandwiched between those well-trained thighs before I die, even if it’s only once…….]
[How can she run so fast with those outrageous pectoral muscles? It’s amazing.]
I can hear the voices of men covered in desire. I don’t doubt the feeling, but the girls are getting a little nervous, so you might want to wrap it up in a little more or be quiet.
“…Hey, Wada. Is Asakura san always like that?”
I ask my friend, who is standing next to me with his nose up in the air, while observing Asakura’s repeated short dashes.
“What do yo mean by that? That she’s just running around, but she’s so erotic? Then the answer is yes, of course. What’s wrong with the erotic breathing in vain while stretching, or the breasts that jiggle every time you run, or the belly fluttering that I’m sure she does unconsciously…..?”
“No, that’s enough. I’m sorry.”
Reflecting on my lack of words, I turned my attention to Asakura. The graceful appearance that runs without any force is like a completed work of art.
It’s no exaggeration to say that it’s at a level that would make you want to pay for even just a warm-up session before the start of a physical education class,
“Maybe I’m overthinking this……”
A faint feeling of discomfort from a form that at first glance appears to be nothing out of the ordinary. It’s a discomfort that is nothing more than a single button being misplaced.
If I’m too concerned about it, there’s nothing I can do about it, but if I’m right, the discrepancy will grow over time and could lead to a fatal error. But I don’t have the material to judge whether this is right or not.
“Gather around, everyone—! Let’s get this class started !”
Misuta sensei appeared on the ground, clapping her hands. I stopped thinking for a moment and was about to walk toward the center of the field when I suddenly felt a presence behind me. I turned around and there was—-
“……It’s such a pain. I don’t want to move.”
It was Sasatsuki Mika, a former child actress, who was dexterously sitting on the bench and drinking a carton of juice, looking tired.
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