Ninety-nine.
Veins bulged across his neck and arms. He looked like a dying man dragging himself across a battlefield—but he kept going.
And then finally…
One hundred.
With one last push, muscles shaking, face bloodied and pale, Kyoji let out a roar and finished it—before collapsing flat onto the floor.
Darkness swallowed him.
Moments later, he opened his eyes.
Blurry faces hovered above him. His classmates. All of them staring down with wide, shocked eyes.
Brax was kneeling beside him, one large hand resting on his shoulder.
"You alive, kid?" the man asked, voice quieter now, edged with concern.
Kyoji blinked slowly.
"Yeah," he rasped.
Brax nodded, clearly relieved. But then his expression turned serious as he looked Kyoji straight in the eye.
"What the hell was that, kid? That was reckless. Stupid," he scolded.
Kyoji didn't answer. Instead, he closed his eyes.
In his mind, he replayed what had just happened.
