The whistle blew and the two began to race.
Dude followed Oscar closely from the beginning, and the pace was exactly the same as that set by the latter.
Although his limbs were extremely tired and his body was on the verge of exhaustion, he knew one thing: his competition with his brothers would continue, and he would not give up the chance to defeat Oscar even if he was exhausted.
Neither of them encountered any trouble in the first lap of the training ground. Although their physical strength was on the verge of exhaustion before, they could still bear it for one or two laps.
But after the fourth lap, both children felt tired and their breathing became heavy.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the training ground. Oscar, who was running, caught a glimpse of an Astartes appearing on the high platform of the training ground. He seemed to be attracted by their competition.
Noticing the iron halo behind the other person's head, Oscar realized who had appeared.
The current Chapter Master of the Astral Knights Chapter and the pride of Somus Noble Academy, Lord Soshyan Alexei.
This discovery made his heart swell.
"Tired!"
Suddenly, Dude gasped and asked.
“Not tired at all!”
Oscar replied breathlessly as he started running his fifth lap.
He tried to control his breathing, ignoring the burning feeling in his chest, and concentrated on maintaining the rhythm.
He only had one thought left now, he couldn't fall behind or succumb to the painful pressure!
Pain is an illusion of the senses, despair is an illusion of the mind.
Both are obstacles to success.
With these words flashing through his mind, Oscar began to draw on his last reserves of strength.
Soon, he felt that his body became miraculously light, and his limbs were filled with power from unknown sources.
By the seventh lap, Oscar was already far ahead of his younger brother. The new strength allowed him to speed up and break the previous deadlock. The heavy breathing of Dade behind him made him even more energetic.
The gap between the two is getting wider and wider.
The eighth and ninth laps were completed in an instant. Oscar gradually felt the joy of victory. This feeling of victory made him extremely happy.
It looked like his brother was about to fail in his attempts to defeat him.
When Oscar was running his last lap, Dade was still running his eighth lap.
When he passed by his younger brother, he could have actually slapped his brother on the back to undermine his brother's confidence, but he didn't do it. He just squeezed out the last of his strength and rushed forward, widening the distance between the two. big.
"Oh crap-"
Dade watched in panic as his brother rushed towards the finish line.
Oscar turned his head and saw his brother's disbelief, and almost wanted to laugh out loud.
The next second, his feet crossed the white line on the ground.
"Ha ha--"
After reaching the end, he immediately sat down on the ground, breathing in the air greedily and rubbing his thighs desperately.
When he saw Dud faltering across the finish line, he shouted:
"It's over, bro! Get some rest!"
But the other party shook his head and continued running hard.
On the one hand, Oscar admired his unswerving determination from beginning to end, but on the other hand, he was a little disappointed with his proud stupidity.
Although there was no strength left in his whole body, Oscar still forced himself to do a few relaxing stretches so that his muscles would not spasm due to fatigue.
After all who knows when the Astartes will put them to the test.
As soon as Oscar finished the first set of moves, he saw Dude staggering over and then collapsed beside him.
His brother's chest kept rising and falling, and the sweat on his body came out like a flood.
"Your breathing rhythm is not right."
Oscar said, with a hint of reproach in his voice.
Dade shook his head, unable to answer for a moment.
Then Oscar extended his hand.
"Come on, you need to relax."
However, Dade waved his hand, indicating that he could no longer move at all, and then closed his eyes and gasped for air.
Oscar could only half kneel on the ground and began to massage his brother's legs.
His fingers pressed hard against the muscles, as if they were kneading dough.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
Dude yelled.
"If not, it would hurt even more."
Oscar continued his actions, but Dud could only grit his teeth and endure it.
After a while, his breathing gradually became calmer, and his body began to relax from the tense state. Oscar's technique was indeed experienced.
Finally, Dud was able to sit up on his own and began to soothe his limbs while Oscar massaged his neck and shoulders.
At this time, Oscar noticed the expression of hurt pride on his brother's face, but he didn't say anything more. He just regretted that he had stimulated his brother too much in the competition just now.
But they are already men, no longer children. In order for them to become Astartes and angels, Dard must know how to face setbacks.
They both knew each other, had faced this situation in the past, and the awkwardness wouldn't last long.
Suddenly, Oscar heard heavy footsteps behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw an Astartes wearing a gorgeous armor walking towards him.
"Kid, you run very fast."
The majestic warrior asked:
"May I have your name."
"Oscar Hermann, my lord."
"Stand up while I answer the adult's question!"
Behind Astartes, the headmaster of the academy roared.
Dard and Oscar immediately stood up and looked at the Astartes.
His face was weather-beaten, but his eyes looked very young. Oscar didn't recognize any of the patterns on his armor, he just thought they looked like a brewing thunderstorm.
The warrior without a helmet has an iron halo behind his head and an impressive red sword on his waist.
"How did you win?"
As Oscar looked at Astartes, Astartes looked at him.
"I...I just run faster."
"Is it."
Astartes nodded.
"But where does this power come from?"
"I don't know, I just tap into my deeper potential, I..."
"Maybe."
The angel smiled noncommittally.
"But I think your strength should come from your winning mentality and your desire to win."
Da De took a breath, quite unwilling.
"Do you know who I am?"
Oscar glanced at his younger brother. He wanted to see if the other person was going to answer first. As expected, the other person said loudly under his gaze:
"Of course I know! You are the Chapter Leader of the noble Astral Knights Chapter, the pride of Somus Noble Academy, the genius of Nathan IV that has not been seen in thousands of years, Lord Soshyan Alexey!"
Soshyan smiled and shook his head.
"I don't have that many titles. More than thirty years ago, I was training here just like you."
As he spoke, he gently put his hands on the shoulders of the two teenagers.
"I look forward to your performance in the primary election in a week's time."
