*Pant, pant, pant*
*Thud, thud, thud*
*Wheeze* "Help me! I'm dying!" A chubby boy shouted, running around the track with his whole body drenched in sweat.
He woozily ran, trying to keep his composure. The sweat from his forehead was now burning his eyes.
A slimmer student next to him passed him in an instant. "C'mon, fatso! Can't bully now, can ya'?" This slender kid remarked.
He wore glasses and had a smaller build. Nonetheless, he was still outperforming the chubby boy in this running experiment.
Lyrian was running behind the two, watching their drama as he calmly jogged. He hadn't even broken a sweat yet, and it had been 20 minutes of nonstop moving.
Every student in both Rerth's—and the other Hunting Class Teacher—Gater's class was lapping around the training ground in the middle.
"What did you say!? I'll kill you, nerd!" The round boy said as his face turned red.
