Track and Field [Open]

Narin's recent return to 552 had shown him a lot of things. Mostly that he was out of touch with the school. He wasn't in the know about what was going on, who the important figures were, and that bothered him. It was something that he fully intended to change, over time. However long it took, he would work his way into the very upper echelons of the school heirarchy, and from there, he would begin a change that would rumble the foundations of the school. There was a reckoning coming, but it was going to take time and patience, and above all else; training.

He'd been out of the picture for a long time and in that time, he'd grown weak, rusty even. He knew that if he were to run into the school with his intentions at his current level, he'd have been beaten down on the spot, and with that in mind, he'd brought himself to the school field.

The sky had already began to dip in light somewhat. He figured he had about an hour or so before the flood lights came on and the field was pitched into darkness, but that was as much time as he needed. He threw his bag down beside the asphalt running track, deciding that he'd start up by doing a few stretches whilst waiting to see whether or not he'd be alone for the evening.

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