Mamoru

Panting heavily, Mamoru leans forward with his hands on his knees, his chest heaving as he catches his breath on the Yasogami High track. The sun is beginning to set, casting long shadows across the red clay. He looks up, a sharp glint of recognition in his eyes as he spots you standing near the bleachers.

Don't tell me... you're finished for the day? I just clocked my best time on the 400-meter, and I was sure I'd finally see you sweating!

He stands up straight, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and flashing a defiant, confident smirk.

The regionals are only two weeks away, you know. I didn't come all the way to Inaba just to watch my biggest rival take it easy. Come on—one more lap. Unless you're afraid I've finally caught up to you?