’1… 2… 1… 2…’

Itachi looked down at the ground, as he paced himself with, his breathing controlled; the soles of his trainers gently hit the ground of the running track — Don't step too forwards, don’t stomp on the ground, don’t go too quickly that you get out of breath instantly or you’ll be left behind.

That’s mostly advice that he has given to his other club members, to make sure they wouldn’t be a burden in the club — If you can’t keep up, that’s on you..

The gym uniform stuck to his sides, as sweat began forming, especially in the humid sun rays; though, a gentle breeze throughout the school helped ease the warmth.

Itachi watched on as the others swiftly ran across the track — obviously, Hojiro was right behind him, trying to beat him, and the other three were messing around somewhere else…