The fourth period was Physical Education, a domain Konone assumed would be her "safe zone." In her world, physical conditioning was the difference between life and a gray, silent death.
"The objective is a fitness assessment," Konone muttered to herself in the changing room, pulling on the school-issued track suit. "I must calibrate my output to 'Average High Schooler' levels. Infiltration requires blending in."
But as she stepped onto the sun-drenched track, her instincts began to scream. The open space, the clear sightlines, and the whistle in the teacher's hand felt like a call to arms.
The 100-Meter Dash
"On your marks!" the coach shouted.
Konone crouched. Beside her, two girls from the track club looked over at her, grinning. "Don't push yourself too hard, Konone-chan! We’ve been training all summer!"
"Understood," Konone said, her eyes narrowing. Bluff detected. They are testing my resolve.
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The whistle blew. Konone didn't just run; she launched. She forgot the "Level 3" output. Her legs, conditioned to leap across rooftops and outrun falling debris, propelled her forward like a silver arrow. By the time the other girls had taken their third step, Konone was already crossing the finish line, a small dust cloud trailing behind her.
The coach stared at his stopwatch. Then he shook it. Then he stared again. "10.4 seconds?! That’s... that’s nearly the national record!"
Konone stopped, barely breathing hard. She looked back at the other girls, who were still halfway down the track, their jaws hanging open.
Error, Konone thought, a cold sweat breaking out. I have exceeded the civilian parameters. They now perceive me as a biological anomaly.
The Long Jump
Determined to "fix" her mistake, Konone approached the long jump pit. I shall reduce power by sixty percent, she calculated.
She ran, hit the board, and tried to "fall" early. But her body, trained for mid-air combat, instinctively tucked and glided. She sailed over the sandpit entirely, landing gracefully on the grass on the far side.
The silence that followed was heavy. The "cool" aura she had established in the classroom was shifting. The students weren't whispering about how cool she was anymore—they were backed away in a circle, looking at her with a mixture of shock and genuine intimidation.
"She’s... she’s not human," someone whispered.
"Did you see that? She didn't even break a sweat. It's kind of... scary."
Konone stood in the grass, the wind ruffling her silver hair. She saw Yui waving frantically from the sidelines, trying to signal "Scale it back!", but it was too late. Konone saw the distance in her classmates' eyes. She saw the way they whispered in small groups, looking at her as if she were a weapon that had accidentally been left in a playground.
"I have failed," Konone whispered to herself, her heart sinking lower than it ever had during a battle. "I am not a student. I am a monster among sheep."
She walked toward the equipment shed to hide, her head bowed. She had survived the destruction of her planet, but the quiet judgment of a high school gym class felt like it was finally going to break her.68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvHYbRXZ3km
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