Sanshirō, having found what he'd come to see, relaxed a little. Just then, five or six men came flying into sight. It was the finish of the 200-meter dash. The finish line was just in front of Mineko and Yoshiko, and the finishers were right before their noses. As Sanshirō gazed toward the girls, the valiant contenders couldn't help but intrude on his field of view. The rest of the runners arrived, and the five or six became twelve or thirteen. All were gasping for breath. Comparing his own disposition to that of these athletes, Sanshirō was amazed at the dissimilarity. What compelled them to run so with total abandon? On the other hand, the company of ladies seemed greatly taken with them. And among the ladies, Mineko and Yoshiko were as taken as any. Sanshirō felt an urge to try running. The first-place finisher, in purple shorts, stood facing the ladies. On closer observation, it looked like the student who'd spoken at their gathering of the night before. Any fellow that tall was bound to finish first. The official in charge of measurement recorded a time of 25.74 seconds on the blackboard. Then he tossed aside his chalk and turned toward the spectators. It was Nonomiya. He was dressed, uncharacteristically, in a solid black frock coat. With an official's badge on his chest, he cut a sharp figure. He took out a handkerchief, dusted off his sleeve, and crossed the grass from the blackboard toward the stands. He stopped directly in front of Mineko and Yoshiko. Bending over the low fence of the ladies' section, he called out to the girls. Mineko rose and walked to meet him. They talked for a bit across the fence. Suddenly, Mineko turned back around, beaming with a broad smile. Sanshirō watched them attentively from the distance. Next he saw Yoshiko rise from her seat and approach the fence. The three of them stood together. Out on the lawn, the shot put competition started.