After finishing a sumptuous dinner, Aozawa chatted idly with Morimoto Chiyoda at the kitchen bar and then looked down at the time.
He laughed, "Chitose, I'm going out for a run."
"Go on," Morimoto Chiyoda gave him a displeased glance, knowing that the kid couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart and wanted to chat with those young girls.
"I'm heading out," Aozawa stepped outside.
He decided to increase the intensity of his running starting today. The new target: thirteen and a half kilometers in one hour.
For an amateur, such a pace was quite decent, but in a professional race, it would be embarrassingly slow.
But there was no helping it; that was his physical condition. One shouldn't be too ambitious in life. I need to take things step by step. Besides, I'm still young, just sixteen, Aozawa mused.
