The crowd sort of moved as one. For the first time since the villain attack, Kishi felt like everyone was working together. His spot in the front of the line slowly dropped until he was behind 2 or 3 people, but still keeping a good pace. It was actually easier than Kishi thought it would be. The occasional glance backward to offer Kat and Seo a smile was the only thing that moved Kishi's bright orange gaze form it's fixed spot ahead of it. Kishi's strides were long, his feet adapted over time and while, at first, he stumbled over the twigs and rocks; he was slowly getting the hang of things and the run was rather smooth for a long time.
Kishi couldn't possibly have known how long he had run for, or how much longer he had to go. But it was rather suddenly when the boy was struck with all sorts of problems. First a cramp, a stitch in his side that the boy ignored at first. Kishi winced slightly- why now? It's not like he was running fast, of course, this would happen to him. Kishi slowed a few steps before a huff from behind reminded him that he wasn't alone, the boy caught up to his earlier spot and decided to suck it up. It wasn't until the stinging sensation in his side began, that Kishi felt tired. He was finally aware of his breath, deep and heavy- and his rapid heartbeat. Kishi closed his eyes momentarily and pushed himself harder- this was just the first step? How could they just throw the students into something like this? He was going to die. Kishi kept shaking his head, his pace changing abnormally as he kept slowing down and then speeding up in a cycle. Kishi no longer could see the road or the backs of the people in front of him, he couldn't focus on anything except the throbbing in his side. The ground grew soft under Kishi's feet, and he stopped suddenly, hardly able to catch his breath, when one of his feet sunk slightly and his shoe got stuck in the mud. Kishi looked up with a loud sigh, ahead of him was a wide flowing river; he had completed the first part of the course.
Zuron looked up at Ciel, the others began to ran. The boy waited for an extra moment, glaring at the students around him before he let out an exasperated sigh. What a pain. It seemed like a truly pointless exercise. And yet, who was he to complain- he was just as bad, if not worse than every other student around him. He did belong with them, doing their pointless exercises- getting nowhere because he doesn't have what it takes to be a hero. Zuron growled at himself and clenched on fist grinding his teeth as he had no other way to express what he felt- the growing feeling inside himself that he couldn't describe if he tried. Zuron huffed before he picked up near the back of the line when he first began Zuron felt the surge run through his body to go fast. He wanted, badly, to use his quirk- though that would be cheating. Honestly, it had been a while since Zuron exercised without his quirk. It felt sort of uncomfortable, his muscles begged to release the energy stored inside of him. Zuron ran with the group easily, after a while of telling his body to just man-up and deal, his eyes wandered the skies for something to do. The boy narrowed his eyes as the group ahead of him was all stopped "What the hell is wrong with you?" Zuron growled as he pushed past a few bodies before snarling at the river.
