Chapter - 11

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Entering the fifth lap, both Belinda and Lana were gassing out and choosing to run at their own pace.

Although Lana seems can still running at the same pace as the trio, and may be able to beat them. Lana chooses to run with Belinda and let the boys win back their damaged dignity.

“We won! The tigres—”

Glare!

Daren shouts halts after being glared at by Lana. He docilely looks at the ground can’t lift his head up for minutes to go.

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Seeing Arthan and the other two boys getting further away, Belinda wipes the sweat from her forehead and apologizes to Lana, "Sorry, Lana. I have let you down."

chuckle

Looking at Belinda's sweat-soaked bangs, Lana let out some chuckle, and then she suddenly shouts at the Arthan group, “No need to be sorry, Belinda! They are just a bunch of wimps! Not good enough even for me showing all I have!”

Pinch! squeeze~

“Hahaha… that’s quite funny, you little minx! I may say sorry, but...” laughs Belinda while squeezing Lana's ears. “...Why did you put my name to puff some heat?”

Pinch 

flabby flabby

“Because it’s more believable that way?” answer Lana while pinching Belinda's belly as revenge, yet she is shocked by what she found, and with one eye raised Lana, adds, “You need to get heated too, sister, fiery heat to burn some…”

“What?” 

release

The shocked Belinda released Lana ear squeezing hand. And not waiting for the time bomb to explode, Lana quickly runs away from the scene.

ta ta ta

“HOW DARE YOU!!” Belinda quickly follows Lana on her newfound heat. 

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On the other side when Arthan hears the word 'wimp', he can only laugh, reminiscing on his memory of Earth and how many times people used that word to describe him. 

Some old memories play inside his mind, and an answer to change the image of wimps come into being. 

'Men's all about race and show off, race from bullets, cars, helicopters, jets, and get crazier by the generations to come! '

“Guys, how about we race on the last 'L' course?” suggests Arthan to the other two, after finding a way to show the two felines that three of them weren’t wimps.

The 'L' course Arthan means it is the last one km course, with a 700m straight line and turning left for another 300m to where they are starting running.

"What's in it, boss?" asks Toby, interested. When things are about physical abilities, it is his own game, and he dares to challenge anybody.

“I'm in if the bet wasn't excessive,” answers Chad positively.

“There is nothing excessive we could bet anyway!” whine Arthan, feeling down knowing there is really nothing worthy to be the prize.

Gold? What the use when you live in a private castle.

Meats? Although Douglas house is a beef producer, beef is still scarce food.

As for other meat? Chicken, pig? Is it worth it to be a bet?

Hence, even though meat is tempting for Arthan, he doesn't want to fight for something that hinders other boys' development when they will be backbone workers for his family in the future.

‘Though... it doesn't seem a matter for these two buffy kids to lose some protein intake!’ thought Arthan seeing how muscly their body is.

Thinking hard and finding no answer, Arthan gave up thinking about it and suggesting a simple solution.

“I don't think there is something worthy as the betting prize. So, let's make the winner get one wish that other need to fulfil. How does that sound?”

“Isn't it should be I made two wish boss? Two people will be fulfilling them, aren't I right?” corrects Toby with an annoying grin plastered on his face.

Hearing Toby cocky words, Arthan faces change.

Chill!

When he saw Arthan face, Toby suddenly yells “No! Not my butts, again!”

Whoop!

boing

“Ooouch! My constipation!” screams Toby, trying hard to hold in something that wants to come out.

"Getting cocky, huh?" scorn Arthan after giving another kick at Toby butts. Done having someone fun with Toby, Arthan look at Chad, “How is it, Chad? Are you in?”

"I'm in!" answers Chad short, his eyes glittering with pride of the champion.

'What should I make them do? How about getting Arthan to cook that mouthwatering scented meats?'

gulp gulp

Chad gulps his saliva hard at the mere thought about it.

Arthan grilled meat smell not docilely lingered in his room but also rudely barged in all the rooms along the corridor.

Consequently, when Arthan and his groups satisfied their tummy at the break of dawn this morning. The other boys were in hell because of the smells.

 “Good! We will start at the count of three, remember at three!” yells Arthan trying to get the attention of all the children.

“…MEH!” at Arthan words Toby, Chad, Belinda, Lana, and some other children with brains who hear Arthan yell, roll their eyes at him.

Arthan words are worth shit. Pedro is the best example of it!

“One, Two, Th--”

dash dash dash

Even before Arthan yells the third syllable of 'three', the three of them already tacitly sprang forward with their own form and pace, sprinting as fast as they could.

Witnessing the trio still has so much stamina and energy to sprint so fast. All other boys left behind by the trio were gasping and thought, ‘Damn! Stamina monsters!’ and curses out loud “Hope your kidney malfunctioning and can't piss!”

Different from the broken-hearted boys left behind by the trio. The healing team were happily cheering for the trio from the finish line.

"Go, Toby! Show what your uncle has trained you!”

"You got it, Toby. Crush the tower head!”

"You will win, Chad! Put your long head in the front!"

“Show your long legs power, big brother!”

"Go go go!"

Although it was hard to discern the difference between cheers and insults, which made Arthan grateful for not getting any of them. But the atmosphere is getting livelier with their loud voice.

Hearing the commotion made by the children, and even saw some of the boys nudge someone beside them and begin betting for the winner.

chuckle!

Boin let out a chuckle and thought, 'Now that's youth!'

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However, his face changed when he saw Arthan was trying hard to control his speed and stay in line with Chad and Toby.

“He sure is devious!” comments Boin.

Yet when he saw Chad seem to be also playing along with Arthan and Toby that had not shown much of his power, Boin let out some laughs and commented, “Tch! All youth are masters of deception!”

Like what Boin analyzed, the trio indeed hasn't put their all yet. They are holding in their own trump card for the last 300m sprint.

Turning left, the last 300m!

Toby and Chad become more active and use their long stride to get more speed in their sprint.

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“Heh heh…longs legs?” Arthan, who doesn't have long legs because of his age, let out a chuckle and mocks, “…Are both of you thinking running is all about long stride?”

Arthan pace suddenly changes. His feet become weightless like a swan, so light yet so springy.

‘You will never win against my truant step in terms of running! It has been tested in earth and topaz as quasi-pro on Topaz level can’t even detect me when I escaped the house!’

Negative! Topaz lets Arthan out so he can be free from the devil and spy at Arthan research journal, by the way.

After changing into this form of running, Arthan feet never landed on the ground more than half a second before he sprang forward like a cheetah on the hunt.

tap~ tap~ tap~

With constant light tapping sounds of his feet, Arthan sprint becomes faster and faster with each tap.

"Hahaha.. let's speed up then!" seeing Arthan speeding up with his unique way of running, Chad laughs heartily and changes his running form.

swish swish swish

By utilizing correct swings of arms, Chad speed becomes faster and faster as he chases Arthan like a train speeding on its track.

Different from the other two, Toby wasn't a smart type. Thus he had no running skill, to begin with; he always merely ran with all he got.

But Toby was not discouraged.

bogons bogons bogons

The mechanical sounds like stiff springs pushed to the limit; are sounding from Toby taut muscles.

Together with these strange sounds, his every step got heavier and heavier.

Yet, at the same time, it made him spring forward faster and faster as he ran chasing Arthan and Chad, leaving behind his deep-sole trail at every earth he stepped.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... But the winner is me!" state Toby as he chases Arthan and Chad.

Last 60 meters!

“WAAA!!" 

"WAAAAA!!!”

“Go, Go, Go, Go!”

The cheer from the onlooker gets louder and louder.

Even Zack on the healing team, who always lazy, unmotivated and even sees other kids like his toys. Affected by the heated moment began happily cheering like other children, and his cheers were for Toby, of course.

Witnessing how fast the trio sprint was, with a smile, Belinda teased Lana with a nudge, “Seems you got it wrong. They don't appear like wimps to me.”

“Hmph…” letting out some scoffs in the trio direction, Lana responds to Belinda, “Yeah, they aren't wimps! But they are a bunch of idiots!”

swish

Out of a sudden, a light gust of winds passed them.

“…And here another idiot joins in!” mocks Lana with eyes rolling at some boy back.

Hearing Lana response and the fact in front of her, Belinda let out fresh laughs, “Hahaha…for this one, you are right! Boys all are indeed idiots by design!”

Last 10 meters!

swish swish swish

“Kekeke…”

Cranky laughing and gusts of winds sounds slowly but surely closing in from behind the trio.

The source of this laughter and winds was a short boy who was only as tall as Arthan's shoulders.

He was little Morris, the number two in Chad's group and the shortest boy among the young generation servants.

“Kekeke… big bro, I go first then,” laughs little Morris to the trio while sunnily waving at the trio from the side.

Little Morris running from was the same way as Arthan. The only difference is his steps are more refined than what Arthan did.

If Arthan running is like a cheetah hunting for prey, then little Morris running form was like a beautiful butterfly, sweatless flying in its own playground.

The winds and airs were his friends that helped him to get more faster and faster.

“He uses his wind magic spell!” exclaims the trio.

Scowl!

All eyes are on Chad, even the onlooker also eyeing Chad, asking with their eyes, ‘Who invited this fucker?’

“Hehehe…” getting all eyes on him, Chad could only let out laughs as he kept his running form steady.

SWISH~~

In no time, with swishing sounds at his wake, little Morris finished at the first place.

“Kekeke… I win. I win! All of you lose! Losers! I win, win! Kekeke…”

Listening to the cocky winning speech. The trio rolls their eyes at him.

Even Chad, who always looks amiable and warm, had a slightly darker complexion, showing he was also feeling uncomfortable.

No one wanted to lose and be a loser, no matter how holy you are!

“Hahaha…” looking at the trio funny faces as they finished together in second place, Boin laughed out loud and loudly yelled, “…That is why you need to argue with the idiot and not let them go on their way to spoiling the party! Hahaha…"

silence

“Hahahaha….” after processing what Boin said for a second, all smart children began to laugh out loud, rubbing the salt to the wounds of the trio. “…The smarts getting played by the idiot! What a life! Hahaha...”