Kapitel 317: Love and Mawashi

I can barely feel my legs. It feels like there are a million grains of sand running along my skin, flowing through my blood...it's not just that...my vision...my thoughts--so hazy. My lungs practically feel like they're going to explode--it's not just that I can't breathe in, I can't even breathe out, Macheo thought. 

As his legs quivered under the immense stress, attempting to summon every ounce of strength he had left, Macheo attempted to leap--only managing to stand up without his boots leaving the embrace of the sand below. 

Beginning to teeter forward, Macheo's eyelids fluttered as the crowd already began their mixture of roars--some in joy, some in upheaval. 

I...I did it...I won, Aiko thought, loosening her grip.