Sakaki parked the Harley 883 on the side of the road, took out the tarp to cover it, and put on his tennis bag:

"I'm going up, are you coming?"

"If you don't come, stay and watch the car."

"I...I..."

The freckled boy was troubled for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth:

"I want to go up too!"

"Sure?"

"Sure!"

"What's your 1000m result?"

"...Why are you asking that?"

"Of course it's because..."

Pushing his sunglasses, Sakaki Makoto said calmly:

"You might get chased by a dog later."

"What?!"

The freckled teenager was dumbfounded:

"They have a vicious dog!"

"It is said that the running speed can reach 60km/h!"

"How can a person possibly outrun it?!"

"Who said no?"

Sakaki Makoto smiled:

"Do you know the sprinter Bolt's 100-meter race results?"

"9.58 seconds, 37 kilometers per hour."

"Isn't that enough?"

Sakaki Makoto spread his hands and said:

"As long as you can run 100 meters in 5 seconds, a greyhound won't be able to catch up with you!"

“100 meters in 5 seconds…Is that still a human being?!!”

"People always need to be pushed."

As he walked toward the mountainside, Sakaki Makoto waved his hand nonchalantly:

"How do you know you can't do it if you haven't tried it?"

"In a moment, you will attract the greyhounds' attention and lead them down the mountain. This task is easy, right?"

"............"

The freckled boy asked with a face full of resentment:

"Why don't you go?"

"Because I can't run 100 meters in 5 seconds."

“I can’t do that either!!!”

"Well, let them take a few bites..."

Sakaki Makoto smacked his lips, thinking that the freckled boy was being unreasonable:

"It won't matter if two pieces of meat are missing."

"???"