"Taylor Jenkins."
But before he could respond, he heard the na of his new catcher.
"Good luck out there." Ken said, watching the guy's figure walk up to the starting line.
"Cheers."
"Who is that guy?" Steve asked, his eyes silently judging the figure.
"That's my new catcher." Ken replied nonchalantly.
"Eh? You've replaced already?" Clutching his heart dramatically, Steve acted as if he was hurt deeply.
Ken scoffed, quickly ignoring the guy. He was really curious as to what kind of ti soone like Taylor would have, especially since he seed so confident.
'Since he didn't seem too impressed with Steve's ti, that must an he should be faster. If the record is under 6 seconds, then this guy should at least be a 6.3 or 6.4' Ken thought, scratching his chin.
"On your marks"
"Get set."
FWHEE
Taylor was quick off the mark, his form looking rather dazzling. It was obvious that he'd had so practice doing the 60-yard dash before, which seed in line with what he'd told Ken earlier.
Ken turned his attention to the board, waiting for the ti to appear.
"Whoa, 6.18."
The once silent group of teens whispered amongst themselves after seeing the strong result of Taylor's dash. What was even more surprising was that the guy had such athleticism despite being a catcher.
"I wonder if he's a lead-off batter." Ken muttered. Generally the athletic guys would bat first, as long as they were good enough at making contact with the ball.
Taylor returned, still looking rather fresh despite running hard just a few monts ago.
"Nice run man, 6.18 is pretty fast." Ken stated.
Taylor shrugged in response, "I can still go faster, but at least I beat my ti from last year." He replied nonchalantly.
The trio waited for a few minutes as more and more people were called up to do their first run. Around 5 minutes later, Ken finally heard his na.
"Ken Takagi."
"Good luck man." Both Taylor and Steve said these words at the sa ti, causing them to glance at each other weirdly.
Steve flashed the forr a scowl before creating so distance between the two. Inwardly he was annoyed that this guy was trying to cosy up to his friend.
Taylor on the other hand rolled his eyes, promptly ignoring Steve and turning his attention to the dash.
Ken felt his mind clear up as he approached the starting line. Instead of nervousness, he was experiencing a sense of excitent. He hadn't truly tested out the limits of his new and improved physical grades, so he was looking forward to it.
"On your marks."
"Get set."
FWHEE
The mont the whistle sounded, Ken kicked off the ground with force. His cleats dug into the grass, propelling him forward in an instant. Starting off low, he pumped his powerful arms and legs, quickly accelerating in speed.
Like a machine, he powered forward, each movent swift and filled with strength as he approached the finish line.
"Damn that was fast…" Taylor mumbled in surprise. Despite not seeing the ti yet, Ken's reaction speed and acceleration was enough for him to know that the ti would be quick.
It wasn't just him, nearly all of the players silently watched the board, waiting for the ti to appear.
"W—Whoa, no way…"
If the crowd was impressed after seeing Taylor's run, they were mostly silent now, filled with awe after seeing the ti.
"6.03 seconds… That dude is a monster." Taylor said, his eyes moving to Ken who was heading back their way.
"Hehe, speed isn't even his best attribute. The dude has enough stamina to run for a whole day and night." Steve said, feeling a sense of superiority after showing off his friend.
Ken looked at the board on his way past and nodded in satisfaction. 'I can probably still go faster.' He thought, going through the run in his mind.
The good thing about his Academic Trait was that he was able to rember many more details than the average person. Even now, he could think of a few ways to improve his ti.
"Nice work partner." Steve grinned, holding out his fist for a fist bump. His choice of words were to let others within earshot know that they were a duo and to back off.
However, Taylor didn't even pay attention to the guy. "Who would have thought that you're also a speedster…"
Ken fist bumped Steve, using a little more force than he would usually since he knew what the guy was doing. "I'm what you'd call a jack of all trades I guess." He replied to Taylor.
"Ow~" Steve exclaid, massaging his knuckles. He felt a little left out between the duo of Ken and Taylor, but soon enough his na was called again for his second attempt.
"Stephen Adams."
Ken didn't leave him hanging, saying a few more words of encouragent. "If you can't beat 6.3 seconds, I'll tell Mom to stop making you food."
Steve froze on the spot, turning to Ken with shock. "You're bluffing… Yuki would never let go hungry."
Ken shrugged, "I'll just tell her you said that her food is trash. Good luck getting any food then."
Steve gasped audibly, clutching his chest once more as if he was appalled by the notion of missing out on Yuki's food.
"Stephen Adams… Please hurry up."
Unfortunately for Steve, he was quickly ushered over to the dash before he could respond. However, his whole deanor seed to change. It was as if this drill was sothing that involved life or death.
Even the staff mbers felt the suffocating atmosphere.
"On your marks."
Your journey continues at mvl
"Get set."
FWHEE
"YUKIIII~"
Ken pinched the bridge of his nose after hearing Steve yell out his mother's na as he took off for the 60-yard dash. He couldn't help but shake his head, feeling a headache coming along.
But a few monts later, he looked up at the board only to let out a small chuckle.
"6.27 seconds. Looks like my threat worked." He said smilingly.
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