Their Choice

Coach Marlon blew a long whistle, screeching their ears until they heard the next field used athletic division. Gilbert had a slightly faster response than the others, so on the first track he took the lead. But the beginning is not the end, the other three comrades began to race him and even had time to leave him far enough.

His face was absurd when imagined how someone who was left behind began to eagerly catch up. His teeth rattled as well as his climactic hair bounced like a dribbled ball. They had already reached the finish first which was won by Davies. They have their own records but no one is satisfied with the results obtained.

"Shit! Still very slow!"

As the first winner of the sprint practice session, Davies threw up his saliva carelessly when no one saw his actions. He crossed the line in 16.34 seconds. No matter how fast they are, they still don't rely on speed as their main weapon.

Meanwhile, the only participant who was very slow compared to others even barely reached the finish line. If a student had the power, Damian might have robbed the cap off the head coach and tossed it as far as he could without penalty.

Damian feels tormented remembering what happened to him just now, now forced to race among his peers who are much faster and have targets and times that are almost equivalent to athletic division students.

So upset by the training methods of the assistant coach, Damian did not even run when approaching the finish line. His steps were getting smaller, and his gaze was straight ahead, not paying attention to Coach Marlon and Sherla who were waiting for him around the finish line.

Not once in a while did Damian get a tantrum spray from Coach Marlon, and Sherla though. Her beautiful face is not even worth showing the negative emotions that have already been radiated because one of their players is asleep.

His head was down too deep. His hands clenched tight and his mouth couldn't stop clenching words that shouldn't be clenched. On the other hand, Kein was so curious what had made his friend like that. He approached his friend and separated himself from the crowd.

"What's wrong with you, brother? Before that, let me comment on what you did. You know Coach Marlon gets angry easily, right? Why are you acting like you're trying to piss him off?"

"Silly question. What stupid coach lets a player who has just woken up from a stupor, and then is forced to take part in a 100-meter sprint competition? That's too heavy! I'm sure the fastest runner in the world will kick his head off if he gets the same treatment as me." Damian couldn't hide his frustration any longer.

"That's right, too. I wouldn't even do that." Kein nodded.

"Running after fainting?"Damian repeated.

"Of course, it's impossible to kick the head coach! You think I'm a martial artist who can solve problems by fighting? I can only pass and see. Nothing more."

"Holy... You don't even think about how I feel!"Damian is crying but it's impossible in front of his friends and in training.

"I'm just kidding, Damian. After all, we have no choice but to follow his lead." Kein invited his friend to look at the coach from a distance. "Lately I have also been scolded by him for some of my actions that are actually normal but always disputed.

He does not hear, he does not grin, and he does not fear. Damian stopped when the coach pressed the stopwatch as a record of the time he had taken.

"Twenty-five seconds?! You're even slower than a guinea pig. Repeat!" snapped the coach while pointing to the starting line at the opposite end.

For a moment Damian completely stopped walking. His head turned towards Coach Marlon who was still raising his hand. his mouth gaped as he ruffled his waist, astonished.

"You asked me to run after I woke up unconscious a few minutes ago. I've fought my best and there's no way I'm going to beat them. At least for now."

"I don't need any excuses from your mouth! If you don't like it, you can get out of this field now!"

"F...."

Damian immediately withdrew his words before the trivial matter got longer and hotter. It was a pretty deep disappointment. Before again getting a cruel warning, he had already walked back towards the starting line through the sidelines.

From the opposite direction, it appears that the players who have been called are ready, in their respective positions in the order they are called. Coach Marlon blew back and the second flight had already started but Damian was not at all looking in the direction of his colleagues who were struggling to set their new record.

"I'm also curious what made it this far. If it's for the good of the players, to be honest, I don't see any good from either side. But we don't have the power to argue."

Damian and Kein both sighed deeply considering that lately, they have both always been the figure of his coach's anger.

"Think of it as a mental and physical exercise. Coach Marlon has his thoughts that have not been mixed by Sherla's opinion." Kein calmed the conditions that had heated up. "Hold on longer."

"You're right. Even though he's stubborn and likes to act like he wants to, the fact is that now I'm at an academy that has a basketball division that always donates charters to this place. Coach Marlon also involved himself for ten years and it was not a short time, as well as many championships they achieved throughout under his coaching."

Then they return to their respective ranks and sprint to get a new record that has been listed on the coach's stopwatch. Kein completed the average time is not too fast, but also not slow. He tries to balance his abilities so as not to have flaws that could harm his career.

After several hours of strenuous athletic training sessions, they can now breathe calmly.

[Congratulations! You get two extra points on stamina]

The system appeared suddenly with an announcement that could show a smile of happiness on his face. He immediately looked back at his statistics.

[Nicolas Kein]

[Skill: 69]

[Ball Handle 80]

[Passing: 82]

[Shooting: 60]

[Vision: 85]

[Strength: 30]

[Stamina: 77]