The instructor turned toward the students and smiled. "So… you all understand what you need to do, right?"
A few nodded, though their eyes were glazed with disbelief.
'Is that even possible? How the hell did he do that?' Billy, Paul, and Mia silently echoed this thought.
Harold, on the other hand, remained unreadable as earlier.
Derek was equally astonished, but unlike the others, a slow smile spread across his face.
'I don't know how much my speed will increase once I master this… but damn, I can't wait to find out,' he thought, excitement flickering in his eyes.
The instructor then walked over to the table where a box he had brought earlier was resting.
He opened it. Inside, there were more than fifteen small bells.
He picked out exactly fifteen and handed three to each of the students.
"Now," he said in a firm tone, "it's your turn. We'll continue this training for the rest of the class. So… get to the starting line."
