"Huff! Huff!"
On a pitch, an individual could be seen running. The pitch was warmly lit by the golden rays of the setting sun. The cool breeze rustled, and the molten clouds moved steadily.
Beads of sweat trickled down his face as he ran along the pitch. His breathing was ragged and he was panting heavily.
The warm rays of the sun lit his exposed skin.
He had an athletic build, and he had decent muscle mass. Under the glow of the setting sun, his black skin looked even more ethereal.
His temple was covered with jewel-bead-like sweat. Every time he moved, a few beads of sweat would trickle down his face.
"I need to push myself," he muttered under his breath.
Though he looked exhausted, his eyes were full of vitality. Those pair of black pearls radiated his unwillingness to accept something. Perhaps those eyes were kindling with some kind of fire.
Every step he took was taking a toll on his body. Yet, his eyes were burning with an intense urge to resist something.
