"Ready."
"Go!"
Coach Richard blew the whistle sharply, and Dayo dove straight into the water.
Right away, Richard noticed something unusual — the reaction time. It was faster than before. Much faster. There was no hesitation in Dayo's launch, no delay between whistle and movement. It was clean, sharp, explosive.
Dayo cut through the water with ease, pushing left across the lane.
His form was… different. More refined, more controlled, yet somehow more powerful. Even his turns were cleaner. Richard watched him, unable to hide his growing confusion.
This wasn't a normal improvement.
Not even close.
A few seconds later, Dayo hit the wall with a slap that echoed lightly in the empty pool room.
Richard pressed the stopwatch.
He stared at the time.
His eyes widened.
His jaw dropped slightly.
He looked again, thinking maybe his finger slipped or he misread something.
Nope.
Same result.
"What…?" he whispered.
