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Kinoshita's not that strong—can barely manage ten push-ups on a good day—but he's fast. Faster than that Tanaka Ryuunosuke. Faster than most of the senpai and the other first years.
Not quite as fast as Nishinoya Yuu.
The boy's like lightning; a whirlwind, furious, shining so bright he lights up the whole gym. And he sounds like lightning, too; the pound of his feet, the charge of his breaths, that cry he lets rip so the whole world will hear:
"ROLLING... THUNDER!"
Kinoshita's not such a masochist that he'll go chasing a storm that will eat him alive.
