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Chapter 74: Capital Operation of Sports Testing
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2025-05-22 16:18:15Part II: The Clause You Never Read
The physical exam form from Myōran Middle School hit Kimura’s desk with a thud that echoed like the toll of judgment day.
Physical Evaluation | Passing CriteriaPull-ups | 5 reps50m Sprint | Under 8.5 secondsEndurance Run | 1500m in 7 minutes
Staring at it, Kimura ran a hand through his hair, already calculating probabilities like a war strategist.
"These standards were written for gorillas!" he shouted at his reflection, flexing one arm—then the other. Both remained depressingly noodle-like. “Last life I could at least manage three…”
In the corner, Daifuku, the ever-watchful tricolor cat, was perched on the digital scale. His tail swished dramatically as the numbers blinked: 42.3 kg. A full six kilograms under the national average for his age group.
Kimura narrowed his eyes. "If I can’t go through the front door, I’ll take th
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