FWHEE FWHEE
The two whistles rang out, prompting the second year runner at the back to sprint towards the front. This was the last second year remaining, leaving around 8 or so first years including Ken, Shiro and Yusuke.
"Good luck."
The sharp faced second year spat out these sarcastic words as he ran past Ken, a sadistic grin forming on his face.
Ken didn't recognize the player, which probably meant that he had not made the first team, at least before he was injured. This caused him to scoff in response.
FWHEE
At the sound of the whistle, the pace increased once again.
The second year who had just sprinted to the front smiled widely after hearing this. Instead of increasing the pace a little like everyone had been doing previously, he turned up the dial.
