CRIMSON VALE ACADEMY: THE FINAL EVENT — JOINT RELAY RACE
The sun blazed over the field, casting long shadows over the tracks. The air was thick with tension. Flags fluttered, voices buzzed with anticipation, and the final countdown began.
The announcer's voice cracked through the speaker, booming over the crowd.
"This is it, ladies and gentlemen! The final event of the Crimson Vale Inter-Class Sports Festival — THE JOINT RELAY! All classes, send in your runners!"
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AT CLASS A'S TENT
Adams stood tall, fire in his eyes.
"We're not losing this. This is the last event, and we are going to crush them!" he declared, voice sharp and confident.
The others raised their fists. "Yeah!"
Adams pointed to the field. "We'll leave them in the dust. Class A will reign at the top!"
Roars of agreement followed as they moved out like a unit — crisp, proud, and prepped for war.
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AT CLASS B'S TENT
Lizzy beamed, clapping her hands.
