Chapter 5 - Golden Legs

Hiruma: "Alright, everyone, it's time for the big test! You better show me something impressive, or you'll be running laps for the rest of the week. Got it?"

Sena: "Eh?! W-Wait, Hiruma! I'm not sure I'm ready for this..."

Sena's voice was full of uncertainty, but the competitive spark in his eyes showed he was still going to give it his best shot.

Kurita: (chuckling) "Don't worry, Sena. You've got this. Just stay calm and do your best. We're all here to help each other."

TJ: (grinning confidently) "I'm excited! I've been looking forward to seeing how fast you guys are, especially you, Sena. Let's make this fun!"

Hiruma's eyes narrowed at TJ's enthusiasm.

Hiruma: "Oh, so the new guy's feeling confident, huh? Let's see what you got, Big Yank. You think you can keep up with us?"

TJ chuckled, already used to Hiruma's teasing nature. He nodded, adjusting his sneakers as he got into position.

TJ: "I've been practicing my sprints back home. I'll give it my best shot."

Hiruma raised an eyebrow, impressed. He looked over at Kurita, who was stepping into place, ready for his turn.

Hiruma: "Kurita, you're up first. No slacking, alright? We're not here for slowpokes today."

Kurita: "Right, right. No problem."

**Hiruma: "**Get ready, you fat pig! YA-HA!" Hiruma fired his rocket.

"Bang!" "Hey ha…haaaa….haaaa" Kurita Lumbered his huge body across the finish line.

Hiruma:" Alright shorty! what was that fat pigs time?" seeing Kurita finish, Hiruma walked up to sena and asked.

**Sena: "**Kurita-sempai's 40-yard time is 6.5 seconds" reported Sena Hiruma: "What!!!How come your slower after training so long, you fat ass!!!" hearing the result Hiruma Kicked Kurita to the ground with anger in his eyes and started kicking him like he was a ball. Sena: "Is that a bad result TJ?" TJ: "Hmmmm, how should I put this? In football the 40-yard dash determines if someone is an athlete or a regular person. The 5 second mark for someone not part of the offensive or defensive line divides the athlete and the average guy. Although Kurita doesn't need speed at his position as much as the other positions, it is still considered bad among his group." Hiruma: "Alright Im up next shorty!!" seeing hiruma at the start line, sena passed the timer to TJ and went on to comfort Kurita. TJ:"READY!! GO!!"

"YA-HAAA!!!"

CLICK!!

Hiruma: "Whats my time? "

TJ:"Your 40 time is 5.1 seconds!"

Hiruma: "YA-Ha!! You see that fat ass that's my new Personal Best!!Alright Shorty Its your turn!!"

Sena froze at the sound of Hiruma's voice. He slowly turned, seeing Hiruma glaring at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Sena (stammering): "Uh, w-wait, Hiruma. I-I'm not ready yet."

Hiruma (already walking toward him, a grin spreading across his face): "Not ready? Who do you think you're talking to, huh? The 40-yard dash isn't something you 'prepare' for. You just run. Now get over here before I drag you myself."

Sena gulped. He glanced nervously at Kurita and TJ, who were already standing near the Finish line, watching with varying degrees of amusement. Kurita's face was calm and reassuring, while TJ had a grin, knowing the playful tension between Sena and Hiruma was building.

TJ (chuckling to himself): "This is gonna be interesting."

Sena (sighing, stepping forward): "I guess I don't have a choice, huh?"

Hiruma (laughing under his breath): "Of course not. Now, let's see if you're as fast as you think you are, little man."

With that, Hiruma grabbed Sena by the back of his jersey, not giving him any chance to escape.

Hiruma (snickering): "Let's go, you're running whether you like it or not."

Sena, still feeling the pressure of his first 40-yard dash, stood at the starting line, sweat already beading on his forehead. He had just finished his first try, and Hiruma had been all over him, analyzing his time with a critical eye.

Hiruma (smirking): "Alright, shrimp, your first time was 5 seconds. Not bad for someone who can barely see over the grass. But we need to make sure it wasn't a fluke."

Sena wiped the sweat from his brow, breathing heavily. Five seconds. He had expected to do better, but honestly, it was a bit faster than he had anticipated. Still, Hiruma wasn't going to let him get off that easy.

Sena (nervously): "Five seconds? Well, I mean, I guess it's not too bad, right?"

Hiruma (grinning wildly): "Not good enough. This time, let's add a little incentive to the mix, yeah?"

At that, Sena's eyes widened. He knew Hiruma well enough to understand that "incentive" didn't mean something good.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a large shadow moving toward him. He turned to see a massive, muscular dog trotting up to the starting line. A dog that had an imposing, no-nonsense look in its eyes.

Sena (nervously): "Uh... Hiruma, what's with the dog?"

Hiruma (laughing with maniacal glee): "Meet Cerberus. You know, like the three-headed dog of the underworld. He's gonna make sure you run as fast as possible. Let's see if you can outrun him."

Sena froze. Cerberus, a huge Rottweiler, was now standing at the starting line, his eyes fixed on Sena like he was already deciding what to do once the race started. The dog's posture was tense, his body coiled and ready. Sena gulped, his heart racing faster than it had been during the dash.

Sena (looking panicked): "Wait, wait, no way! You can't be serious! I-I can't run against a dog!"

Hiruma (grinning wider, enjoying Sena's reaction): "Oh, I'm dead serious, shrimp. You don't have a choice now. Get ready. If you don't beat him, well... we'll see what happens."

With no time left for arguments, Sena lined up again, shaking as he tried to focus on the task ahead. He had never been so intimidated in his life—not even by Hiruma. The dog's growl rumbled deep in his chest, and Sena could swear it was smiling at him.

Hiruma (stepping back, shouting): "On your marks! Get set! GO!"

The whistle blew, and in an instant, Cerberus bolted forward, leaping off the starting line with ferocious speed. Sena's heart skipped a beat as he scrambled to take off, his feet pounding the grass as he pushed himself into a sprint. He couldn't afford to be slow now—not with the dog on his heels.

Sena's legs burned with effort, his breath coming in sharp gasps. He dared a quick glance over his shoulder—Cerberus was right behind him, practically on top of him, the sound of paws hitting the ground louder with each passing second. The dog's eyes were locked on Sena's heels, a living, breathing force of nature.

He poured everything he had into the run, pushing his body beyond what he thought was possible. His muscles screamed in protest, but he ignored them, only focusing on the finish line. He could hear Cerberus growling, the dog's breath coming heavy and fast.

Sena's eyes locked onto the 40-yard line in front of him. Just a little more. He was almost there!

With one final burst of energy, he crossed the finish line, his legs giving out from under him as he skidded to a stop, panting for air. His heart was racing, and his body felt like it was on fire, but he couldn't look back yet.

Hiruma (already with a stopwatch in hand, grinning from ear to ear): "4.2 seconds, not bad, not bad at all. You even beat Cerberus. I'm impressed, shrimp."

Sena collapsed to the ground, gasping for air as he tried to catch his breath. He looked back at the dog, who was sitting calmly at the finish line, wagging its tail like it had just had a fun workout.

Sena (wide-eyed, still trying to regain his composure): "T-t-t-t-four point two? That's... that's faster than my first run... I-I can't believe it!"

Hiruma (grinning maliciously): "See? I told you, you just needed a little... motivation. You've got some speed in you, shrimp. Maybe you're not entirely useless after all."