The day was calm. The birds twittered beautifully, as they always did. The class of sixteen students, all of whom were present, felt like a serene village. Boys talked to boys, and girls talked to girls. Asahi sat in the back corner, simply staring out the window.

The signature clicking of heels entered the room.

"Good morning, everyone. As you all know, you will be deciding the sports team for the sports festival, and I want the absolute best team possible: so we will be doing class trials. You will then be allocated a score from one to a hundred for each sporting category. From the score subdivisions and the overall scores, the team will be selected."

Asahi felt like this was a good way of doing it. The class' silence signalled that they agreed with this notion.

"Oh, before we get going, I forgot to mention - a new student is joining the class! Please welcome Yora. He wasn't able to come to the first three days of school, so he's starting on the fourth."

"Hey everyone! It's nice to meet you all."

He had black hair and tanned skin, and eyes glinted with navy. His hair was rather long, and it highlighted his slender features. In terms of raw attractiveness, Asahi subconsciously ranked him as about average, maybe a bit more. Nothing too remarkable, bar maybe his strange eyes.

After Yora's introduction, the boys and girls got changed and headed outside.

There were going to be a total of 15 events during the trials. The first event which was going to be ranked was a game called "throws".

- There were 2 players, one against the other

- The aim was to try and hit the other person with a tennis ball. Anywhere on the body counts.

- The other person may not at all try to dodge the ball - they must try to catch it.

- If the receiver manages to catch the ball, he takes away a point from the other person and gains one himself. If the receiver is hit, he is removed of a point and the thrower gains one.

- If the thrower misses the receiver by a radius of 1 meter from the receiver's hand, he loses a point. If the receiver dodges a ball, he loses a point.

- Both players must stay on their respective horizontal lines, which are separated by fifteen metres of space.

- The first to 20 points wins the game, and you start from 10, and if you hit 0, you lose.

- There is one special circumstance in which the receiver is essentially allowed to "dodge" - if the receiver stands frozen during the entire duration of the throw, and the thrower misses through the cavities in the body (like the gap between the thighs, or the corner between the head and the shoulder), the receiver wins the whole game.

With the white school in the background, the crystal peach sun above the clouds, and the clear, deep turquoise sky, the scenery coated upon the canvas was truly mystical; like something crafted by an artistic genius.

The game was going to be played in elimination rounds. A ratio between the performances of the two players would be written, and when the winner was crowned and awarded 100 points, the rest of the points would be calculated. The round matches were as follows.

"Rachel won't be participating because she's hurt her foot"

It turns out Rachel was the dirty-blonde haired girl who'd faced Seiya in the canteen. Ari and Asahi glanced at each other and giggled like elementary school kids.

"Boys, stop giggling!"

"Sorry, miss!" they replied in unison.

The first round, Asahi vs Kai, was finished very quickly. Although Asahi was a very sluggish person, his shots still managed to gravitate towards Kai. He ended up winning 20-0, which made him feel like the most capable person on earth. After the match, Kai shook Asahi's hand.

"Your really good at this! I wish I was as talented as you!"

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"Haha, yeah, I'm not that good- But thanks anyway!"

No matter how stoic Asahi tried to be in victory, he couldn't help but break out into a smile. Perhaps he was a brilliantly talented athlete. The score ratio was 15:1, Asahi to Kai.

The next round was Ari vs Noah. Ari's victory was so one-sided that Miss Locke ended up having to cut off the game. He was awarded a ratio of 75:1.

The third round was Mica vs Julian. The girls, who were originally just on their phones, crowded around the pitch. The boys' jealousy was painted on their heads. With a magnificent crowd of sixteen people, a lot of energy was being dispersed through the atmosphere. The girls started taking bets on the match, wagering how many points Julian was going to win by.

The first throw, by Julian to Mica, came at a brilliant speed - comparable to state-level baseball players.

However, the way Mica caught the ball made it look like his little sister was tossing him a football. The girls, who didn't understand the weight of what had just happened, gave words of encouragement:

"Hey, you were just warming up, right Julian!"

"Yeah, he's just too nice to thrash him on the first throw of the game!"

"Yeah, exactly! Go, Julian!"

Asahi noticed Ari's attention completely shift from his phone to the game being played. Asahi concluded that Ari must have been impressed by the previous throwdown.

The second throw of the game seemed to come at a lower speed, yet Julian was not able to get his hands anyway near the ball, resulting in him being hit on the shoulder. A few drops of sweat started to drip down his hair, signalling that he wasn't just going easy. Micah, who usually only cared about girls, seemed to be fully invested in the game.

This brilliant showdown carried on, coming to a very close game of 20-18, Micah's win. Despite the lack of support from the girls, Micah seemed to be thoroughly fulfilled by the game. Julian gracefully accepted defeat, and they both shook hands. The game was rewarded with a 10:9 ratio of Micah to Julian. Asahi felt a little disappointed that his game seemed so much more boring compared to the one he had just watched.

After this game, all the girls went back on their phones and Asahi fell asleep. By the time he got up, the first round had been completed. Asahi quickly glanced over the results, turned around, and then quickly looked back at the paper. His eyes had not deceived him. Yora had indeed obtained a ratio of 100:1. Isaac, his opponent was nowhere to be seen. Asahi tried to remember what Isaac looked like, and all he could remember was an average-looking male with white glasses and mid-length wavy brown hair. He didn't seem all too competent, so maybe he was just unathletic.

The next round was now due. Asahi agreed to let Ari beat him quickly in the quarter-finals, and the ratio awarded was 3:5; He went easy on his friend, presumably so that he could have at few points to brag about.

The second match between Micah and Laura. Laura was a blue-eyed, brown-haired girl who had a beautiful, model-like frame. She wore her hair in two ponytails that exposed her neck, lined with a faint layer of sweat.

The game then started.

"Hey, Micah, how fast do you throw?"

"I don't really know, I think about one hundred and twenty kilometres per hour,"

"That's quite impressive. You're more competent than you let on,"

"Shut up, I'm not competent,"

"What's the reason for feeling so insecure? It's almost like you're lowering yourself on purpose. Do you have some sort of fantasy of being an underrated hero or something?"

"...shut up, you bitch."

"Hey, hey, calm down... and you're a lot more attractive when your in this sort of mood, like, your much more... dominant,"

Micah snapped under her teasing. He was intending to go easy on her, but he changed his mind. He curled up his body and threw a ball that exceeded one hundred and forty kilometres per hour, easily. The rest of the girls in the class shrieked at the terrifying sound of the ball cutting through the thin air. Laura froze on the spot. Everyone's eyes were focused on the ball. Micah noticed Laura's fear and started laughing maniacally as the ball approached her forehead. However, the ball curved at the last minute and went straight past her head.

"No way she calculated that would happen... She probably just got lucky," Asahi whispered to himself, his voice shivering at what had just happened.

"The game is over. Laura dodged the ball," Miss Lock announced.

"I....what ..." Micah faintly shivered.

His eyes looked broken, as if something had sucked the soul out of them. He fell to his knees and started sobbing. The girls looked at him in pity, which caused him to cry furthermore. Why he was so heartbroken, no-one knew. His eyes burned a deep black, with red veins cutting into the white of his eyes. Laura bent down to him, and gave him a hug. Micah pushed her off and ran to the bathroom, but just before he got out of earshot, Laura cried out something.

"Australian Football!"

Micah stood confused.

"Fifteen cartwheels in Australian Football!"

Micah pondered the riddle for a while, but couldn't solve it. He started to walk back, still sobbing, but then it hit him.

"There are 18 players in Australian football. Cartwheels have 1 full revolution. There were fifteen meters on the pitch. Is she saying she was able to calculate how many times my ball spun in the 15 meters it took to get to her?"

Absolutely not. In fact, Laura had no clue what she was talking about.