Unlike the children's relay, the Dad's relay is a four-person team that runs 400m.
　Unlike the children's relays, the children's relay is a four-man team of four runners, each running 100m.
　Unlike the previous programs, however, this one has nothing to do with the competition, but simply with showing fathers performing in front of their children.　

　There is no particular order of running, but the school takes into account the fact that the children in the red team and the children in the white team should be in the same team.
　So I'm a member of the white team.
　It's also the same team as Hasumi's father, which means I'm on the same team as Hasumi's father.

Minami-san, let's do our best as a team!
Nice to meet you, Marc.

　The first runner up was Kana-chan's father, Marc, who was a foreigner and was a head taller than me.
　He's a head taller than me, like a foreigner.
　I'm sure he has a hidden athletic ability that's incomparable to that of his daughter.

The father of Tenna-chan, huh?
'No, it's fine. Teng ─ It's safe to say that he looks like my wife. So, you're Chiyuri's father, right?
Oh. His name is Naoshi Kitaya.

　The second runner up was Ms. Naoshi, Chiyuri's father.
　He seems to be full of energy and vigor, just like that of her unflappable father.
　He is known for his coarse language and behavior, but his wife has influenced him to enjoy books, and he works as a police officer.

　........I secretly swear that I can't let this person alone know the true relationship between me and the Minami family.

''Let's show them that we too will win first place like the children!　Gahhhhhhhhhh!

　The man with the loudest laugh is Hasumi's father, Tsuyoshi, who is the third runner in the relay.
　He was the third runner-up in the relay and is as bold and courageous as his big frame.

　He runs a karate dojo, where he teaches his students, and of course his daughter, the art of self-defense.
　He told me that he and his wife, Kasumi, whom he met at a summer festival, were rivals, and that they ended up getting married after many battles, just like in a cartoon.

　I wondered if his wife hadn't told him about my relationship with Amari, or if she thought we were a real couple.
　It's convenient for me, but they're such good-natured people that I can't shake the guilt that I'm tricking them.

　I think so, and I'm the last runner for some reason.
　I asked why, it seems that my daughters had told me that they were practicing with me, so I could expect to see them.
　The pressure will only be proportionately heavier if such expectations are directed at me.

　There's no way I could say that as it is, and I'm in line for the last runner in line.
　If you listen carefully, you can hear the kids cheering for their fathers.

　I'm sure the fathers are motivated by the fact that their children are cheering for their fathers, especially the one next to me.
　It's because he's wearing a uniform and visor that makes him look like an experienced track and field athlete.
　Just like Mao said, even though it's an exhibition match, there were parents who got stumped.
　Nice shoes I'm glad I bought them.　

　While I was thinking of my gratitude, the otorisan relay finally started.　

"Get in position, okay...

　Pow!

　Among the first runners who ran out at almost the same time, Marc, who is blessed with physicality, is quicker.
　I mean, that guy is serious.
　The other fathers are amazed.

　Well, the age of the fathers of the children is not constant, and some of them may not be as athletic as when they were in school, but there is a difference in motivation before the race.
　However, the difference in motivation beforehand can make the difference between the two.
　At least Marc is serious from the start, which is why he is creating a following from the start.

　In the meantime, Marc completed the 100m and handed over the baton to the second runner, Takashi.

　Shoshi is quite fast, like a police officer.
　It is probably because the area is safe and secure, but it is also because he has been exercising for emergencies.

　He was so fast that even a snatch-and-grab criminal could not be easily separated from him.
　Takeshi received the baton forcefully from Hisashi, who ran 100 meters in a flash.

　As usual, he uses his karate-trained legs and feet to run fast.
　The distance between them and their fathers is increasing.
　Was it necessary to practice and buy shoes for this...?
　It's kind of overwhelming and that's the question that comes to mind.

　Even though there is no limit to the selection of people or the order in which they can run as long as they are separated into the red team and the white team, this balance of power is still strange.
　I can't help but laugh in disgust, and then it's finally my turn.

　I adjusted my posture so that I could run and put my hands behind my back, ready to receive the baton.
　Tsuyoshi-san doesn't stop, but raises his arms to pass the baton........

''Hooree!''
What the hell?

　I managed to catch it, but I felt a numbing pain in my palm like a catcher who has been hit by a hard fastball.
　The only mistake I made was in dropping it, but my start was a little slow.

　But just like Amana and the others, I've been doing the training menu from Miya.
　I suppress my upset and run out at once.

　The shoes recommended by Mao are really easy to run in.
　Thanks to that, my feet feel very light.
　If I keep this up, I'll be able to come in first place with a lot of composure.

　It's a good thing that he's not a big fan of the race, because there are some really tough guys coming up behind him.
　It's not an exaggeration to say that they are the real players, but their speed is such that I can't find any other words to describe their speed other than threat.
　I'm sure it's only a matter of time before he passes me.

　Normally, I would cower under the pressure of that spirit.


　However.


You're going to have to wait until you're no longer in first place before you can cross the line.


　Just like you're running scared.


Kazu-san!


　Maybe it's the first time I've ever...


Onion-san!　Go for it!


　I'm serious about this, man!


　I don't know what it was that made the difference between the light and dark.
　In terms of the difference in vindictiveness, they were even.......or perhaps even inferior....

　If I had to choose, I'd say it was the difference in the number of hands that were pushed on my back.
　I held on to the lead for dear life, unable to be overtaken by the oncoming crowd.

　As I finished my run and caught my breath, I didn't hear any announcements of praise or cheers from the audience.

　Because seeing the smile on the face of a little girl, bouncing with her whole body and expressing her joy, all my attention was focused on a feeling of satisfaction I'd never felt before.