"Hey Teshira-sempai, who's the new guy?" Michiko had asked. Kimura started walking back to the sideline along side her. He couldn't help but notice how fast her heart was beating, he could hear it. She was also quietly panting, it was obvious that little sprint made her tired. Michiko was sadly out of shape, though she looked as if she was. 

With a sigh, Kimura started. "I don't know, but I hope he listens to what I said. He's got that glare in his eyes. He certainly enjoys the sport, so I suppose we'll just have to wait and see what he decides to do" 

Kimura then started watching the sprinters blast off into the exercise. Taki was fast, faster than expected. His sudden breaks were near perfect, but he used too much power rather than speed or skill. Copy Cat Masaru did the exact same, though near the end, he added his own little touch. The question was, what if he can't copy his opponent? Then what? 

Kimura turned to the next sprinter which was Rikyu. He didn't know much about the guy, but heard about his skill. One who can just vanish from sight within in instance by misdirecting ones field of vision. Kimura didn't know the secret of how to get around it, but he'd have to figure it out. For some odd reason though, Izumi was the one timing the sprinters. Though Michiko assigned her as the assistant manager, Kimura also wanted to see her do the exercise. She was as much of a basketball player as the next guy. "Michiko, after Rikyu goes, have Izumi line up. Once she's done, have everyone repeat the exercise two more times. Then move into a drill of your choice, I'll join y'all then, but have Izumi and Taki continue the suicide drill simultaneously. I want them to race. Have them go an extra ten times, if they can make it."