The race was a blur of rhythm and pain. Midway, she felt the familiar burn in her shoulders—a moment of doubt. She remembered Kaito’s words, the seashell’s weight, and the scene from FSET‑189 where Maki, on the brink of exhaustion, whispered to herself, “I am the tide.” With a surge of adrenaline, Haruka tightened her pullout, her hips rotating with perfect alignment, gaining precious meters.
“Haruka‑san,” he said, his voice low but firm, “I’ve seen the footage of you in the regional meet last year. You have raw speed, but you’re missing the fluidity Maki was known for. I think you’re ready for a different kind of training—one that blends technique with the mental focus Maki called ‘the water’s whisper.’” -FSET-189- Maki Hojo Swimming Class -Censored-
Haruka’s mind drifted to the page in her notebook where she had written the turning point. She visualized herself as a tide, unstoppable, pulling everything in its path. The moment the starting gun cracked, she launched herself into the water with a powerful butterfly kick, her arms slicing the surface like a blade. The race was a blur of rhythm and pain
Haruka felt a familiar flutter of anxiety. The drama had often highlighted Maki’s rivalry with a charismatic opponent, a plot device that turned competition into a personal battle of wills. Now, the story was playing out before her eyes. “Haruka‑san,” he said, his voice low but firm,
Later, in the locker room, Kaito approached her.