"Go!" Mr. Julius shouted as the first line of five ran.
In a second, Elyas was already several metres ahead of the rest. Stunning most of the students.
"How is he this fast?!"
"So this is the power of a legacy…"
"No. If I'm not wrong, every dreamer gets a massive boost to their physical abilities."
"Oh…So it's like that."
"Wrong" Trainer Julius interrupted the students.
"Not all dreamers have the same boosts in physical abilities. Most get better endurance, speed or strength. But the truly lucky will get two, get all, or an overall increase in their physical potential.
Mr. Julius corrected, teaching the basics. They needed to know these things. since, In a few days, they will become dreamers themselves.
The students showed thoughtful expressions before whispering to each other.
"Do you think he will break the record?"
"He might. He's a legacy after all."
"No, I'm not even sure he can reach the minimum five laps"
"You might be right… After all, he is investing all of his energy in a good start."
As some chatted, others watched their classmates struggle against the powerful legacy. Barely managing to keep up.
At the same time, Elyas was going faster and faster. The test was running laps around the corner walls. And he was crushing it, everything under his control.
'How do I stop!?'
He was going faster than any normal human should, scratching and slamming into the walls.
He had already finished one lap.
Nine more to go.
'This damned body! I can't control where it goes… I have to stop its acceleration, otherwise I'll be a red stain before the test ends.'
He was trying to figure out a solution. If it was anyone else, they would have panicked. But his life as an officer helped him learn to keep his cool under such circumstances… Although he wasn't particularly ready to deal with super human speed.
To everyone else present but Mr Julius, he was doing just fine, if not exceeding their expectations.
"This kid really wasn't lying… He can't even control his body…" The trainer whispered to himself. Unsure if he should help the legacy or not.
In one aspect, he was responsible for his injuries if any occurred. But at the same time, he would be destroying the legacy's image if it was revealed that he couldn't control something as simple as his own body.
Meanwhile, Elyas was done with his second lap. His speed only increased with each step. His light scratches had now turned into light wounds, covering his skin. It was only the second lap, but he was already exhausted.
But Elyas knew, if he stopped, he would die.
'... With no way of reducing my momentum, if I stop from exhaustion, I'll be launched into a wall…Come on! Think of something! Fast!'
His classmates had just entered their second lap, but Elyas was already in his third. Nearly all the students were behind him by a full lap.
Except one, Cid.
The small blond kid hadn't changed, still wearing his linen shirt and pants. Both hugged him, wet from his sweat as he flew across the ground, like a plane about to take off.
He was only a few dozen meters away from Elyas, leaving everyone in the dust.
Mr. Julius was so occupied with his thoughts that he didn't notice the kid, almost as fast as Elyas. Until now that is.
"That...The only way someone can reach a fast dreamer is with an artifact or…"
He paused, his tone raspy and no longer quiet.
"Is, if they are a dreamer themselves."
The realisation hit him like a truck. To think one of his students was a rogue. He had to do something… but he couldn't, he wasn't as fast as them, just stronger.
"Damn it!" He shouted. He turned towards the kids near the walls of the parking lot. "Get out right now!"
The students, shocked but also tired, didn't object. All Mr. Julius could do was to keep the rest of his students safe. That was all he could do for now.
Elyas's pupils shrunk, unable to endure the air pressure. It was getting bad. His shirt was now completely torn off, his vest still hanging onto him, although barely.
Shallow cuts had now turned grave. With every twist or turn, blood would replace his footsteps and shadow. His whole body protested as he uncaringly pushed it to stay on, just a bit longer. He needed only a few more seconds to find a solution.
But seconds don't come cheap.
He tried to turn left, but his body didn't react fast enough. What was supposed to be a sharp turn, had led him head first into a pillar.
Elyas managed to twist his body in time, barely keeping his head at the cost of his shoulder. His blood and parts of his skin painted the pillar. Seperating and staying behind.
As the piercing pain assaulted his mind. His senses became keener, multiplying the suffering. But it was at that moment that he found out.
That on-top of blood, he had bled speed.
With this realisation, although still hesitant, he rushed toward another pillar. Barely keeping his mind intact through gritted teeth and pain. He dove and crashed. Again and again.
Behind him, debris and chunks of cement flew across the room. Under his merciless assault both to his body and mind. He left nothing but a trail of destruction.
'Not... yet!' ahe couldn't take it anymore. His mind had slowed down, his thoughts foggy as exhaustion finally over took him. His body was barely functioning properly.
He had slowed down significantly. Almost as fast as a normal human. Elyas fell down to the ground.
His face had deep cuts and most of his arms and shoulders were bloody and bruised. His left arm bent in the wrong way. His clothes, now nothing but scattered cloth on the ground.
Elyas fell asleep on his sixth lap. Cid, reaching his bloody body, bent down and carried him near the centere. He finished on his sixth lap.
As Cid reached near trainer Julius, who was also rushing towards Elyas, Mr Julius stopped.
With a single dark glare he stated: "we'll talk about you… But not now."
He bent over and picked Elyas from the small hands of the child, and rushed downstairs to the medical area.
Under his breath, Julius said to the half-conscious Elyas.
"Legacy or not, you'll have to explain this"
Cid stood where he was. Watching as the giant went downstairs and disappeared from sight.