"Tachyon!!!" Was the scream that froze your blood in the Satsuki Sho, While you admired the huge advantage with the Agnes Tachyon crushed the other competitors. Including your new pupil Jungle pocket as she tried with all her might to try to catch up to her being completely in vain in the end with Tachyon winning that race marking a before and after.

After the race, you approached her, trying to cheer her up and comfort her. After all, that's what races were like, both official and the street races she participated in before the academy. The strongest emerged victorious in the end. After walking a bit, you found her in the hallway, panting as she tried to catch her breath.

You gently placed your hand on her shoulder, about to speak comfortingly to her. When suddenly, your hand was forcefully pulled away as she gritted her teeth tightly and clenched her fists in anger. "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear anything from you! I just lost because I'm still too weak, I didn't stand a chance in the first place... I was a fool to think I was already... Strong." With each word that came out of her, her voice lowered until her last words were a weak mumble. Before turning around and running away quickly, not even giving you a chance to stop her.

You searched for her for a couple of hours through the academy but she had simply disappeared completely, Resigned you decided to stop and let time help her calm down until your phone broke the silence accompanied by a message from Narita with a simple word 'Gym'. You thanked her for that small help before walking completely determined towards the academy gym completely engulfed by the darkness of the night, everything except for a small section. The treadmills and on one of them you finally found her, running, Breathing heavily, with a layer of sweat covering her face and small clouds of steam leaving her mouth with each breath she took while she forced her body to the limit.

You slowly walked towards the treadmill, ready to turn it off, until her hand shot out, holding your wrist firmly. "Don't. You. Dare." She spoke coldly, still holding your wrist as she ran on the treadmill.