The scorching sun blazed down, the heat wave surged, and Miami's March already felt like midsummer's scorching heat. The steamy air began to distort to the verge of vaporization; standing outdoors for just thirty seconds would make sweat appear on the skin's surface.
Yet, amidst such heat, a figure was concentratedly running.
Sweating profusely.
Footsteps were executing a variable speed run back and forth on the beach, adjusting speed amidst abrupt stops and turns. It was not only a test of speed but also of lung capacity; every push-off and turn would send searing sweat splattering, making breathing difficult and leaving one panting without getting too close.
The figure furrowed his brows tightly, clearly reaching his physical limit, yet still gritting his teeth and persevering, seemingly burning energy and challenging his limits, his ragged breaths pierced through the sound of crashing waves and continued resonantly.
