<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/YgIc0w8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael 'Mike' S. Astragalus<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 / Afternoon (3:00 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Swimming Pool<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Christopher | Maya, Amelie, Masahiro mentioned<br/><hr/><br/>This method of swimming felt so free and easy, quick and efficient... But at the same time if he could understand his friend's thoughts in that moment, Michael would realize he was quite right in not being able to hold his breath forever. The longer he held it, the more his lungs would burn with the need to breath, the more sluggish his movements would become. Coupled with the fact that he needed to do twenty laps of this...<br/><br/>Looking over at Christopher, he could see the man... It didn't look so much like he was swimming but he was certainly gliding through the water with a breast stroke motion. Both of them had their own ways to move through the water, but both were subject to the need to return for air. Likely only water types would be able to perform this without wasting too much breath underwater.<br/><br/>He resurfaced a moment later, looking out toward where Maya and Amelie stood, conversing with Masahiro before he took a deep breath and returned to the game. This was certainly going to be a long lasting game, but at the end of it would hopefully be much-needed hot soak and definitely some well-deserved food. All the while he had absolutely no idea what was going to be going on soon in another part of the school.<br/><br/><em>'Maybe I do have a chance after all... Though he seems like he wants to join the Swim team... Heh, well, he'll have to bring out all the stops.'</em>he mused ibwardly, submerging once more to return to the race. Looking at the world around him from underwater truly felt unique, but of course it wasn't something he could do for very long... No sense getting too distracted.