Back at the school, the trio began to talk about their discovery. They hadn't wanted to go back to the field for a long time, but wanted to find a way forward in all this.

Today was the day of the sports class. Marc and Nathanaël were in the same group.

“Today, we're going to do some jumps over the springboard you see there. Everyone jumps in their own way, and you can use your hands.”

All the students jumped. At first Marc thought the teacher was pulling their leg. Jumping was ridiculous. Unless someone wanted to be an athlete, jumping wasn't going to guarantee them a future.

Yet two people were giving it their all. Marc watched a girl named Alice jump like a true athlete. Her jump was perfect. She did gymnastics, so it was normal. Nathanaël came up behind Marc.

“So, are you capable of doing better than her?”

“No.”

Marc was next. He took off like everyone else and jumped. He jumped without his arms to show the others that he could do it without them, but the result was still more than astonishing. Marc flew more than 5 meters into the air. The students couldn't believe their eyes.

Marc also noticed that he had jumped a little high. He began waving his arms and shouting in all directions. He was panicking at the thought of ending up on his head. But with uncommon agility, he landed back on his feet without making a sound. Like a cat.

The gym teacher raised his glasses to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Nathanaël swallowed a fly. Marc thought he was dead.

Everyone looked at Marc. Marc looked at his hands. He walked over to the professor and touched his face to see if he could cross it. To his surprise, he couldn't. He hadn't become a ghost.

He returned to the queue while everyone present was still looking at him.

“And...well continue.”

Another student took off and jumped. Next to Marc's, his jump looked ridiculous. Now it was Nathanaël's turn. He took off, jumped, and also ejected 5 meters from the ground. The students were surprised again. Nathanaël's jump was neater than Marc's. Everything about him was elegant.
The other students opened their mouths wide. What had happened to those two?

Nathanaël looked at his hands and then went to touch the professor's face to see if he had become a ghost. Clearly, he hadn't become one either. He returned to the queue. No one was saying anything.

Andre looked at his hands in turn. He thought he could do it too. He took off and tried to jump over the springboard, but caught his feet in it and brought the springboard down with him. The other students looked at him emotionlessly. They were too busy thinking about how Marc and Nathanaël had done their trick. Andre stood up with a cold look on his face and silently made his way back to the queue. Nathanaël and Marc were still looking at their hands. Alice wondered if she'd done the right thing by taking up gymnastics in the first place, and questioned her life. The teacher wondered if he shouldn't resign.

The class ended in silence. The teacher gave no more information, reflecting on his life. One by one, the students advanced towards the springboard like zombies. Each time it was Marc and Nathanaël's turn, they jumped more than 5 meters each.

At one point, Marc tried a bigger jump and leapt over 10 metres. Nathanaël saw him and did the same. Alice left the class, saying she had to die. Despite the danger of her words, none of the students reacted. Even the teacher was no longer with them.

At the end of class, they all went back to the changing rooms. No one could speak. Marc and Nathanaël emerged from the locker room. They looked at each other for a good two minutes.

“I think...we're...a bit...different than...?”

“Yes, I've noticed.”

Silence reigned for 5 minutes.

“Do you think it's from the field?”

“There's no doubt about it.”

“Well, hello there.”

“Bye.”

The two went their separate ways. Marc wanted to take the bus home, but an idea occurred to him.

“If I'm a superman, then I can run all the way home.”

Marc moved his left foot back and got into position. He took a deep breath, concentrated and began to run. The impulse he gave left a hole and a gust of wind behind. Not at all, he was faster. The wind struck against him. The slightest insect bumping against his fig left a big impact. He was barely faster than a car, but the damage to a human body was not the same.

Marc didn't want to stop for fear of braking too hard and hitting someone. He realized that his physical condition had really gone beyond average. He was running really fast. It was a great feeling.

He took a moment to calm down. He was on his way home.

There was no one on the street, but Marc didn't want to take any risks. He tried to jump vertically. Unfortunately, his jump took the form of a curve. His plan was to jump and land vertically. Which, come to think of it, was not a good idea.

He landed at least a hundred metres further on. He rolled several times and found himself flying away. He crashed into a tree, but instead of the tree arresting his fall, he broke the tree into several pieces. It took the help of several trees to stop him in his tracks.

Marc found himself on his back. He looked up at the sky, covered in wounds. They weren't wounds, but scratches on his body. He stared at the sky for 10 minutes, thinking what his life would be like thanks to this.

“Now maybe I can even shoot the man in black.”

Maybe it was a relief for him to have had that physique. Someone entered the devastated forest and saw Marc lying on the ground with his clothes torn.

“Oh boy. Are you all right?”

Marc wasn't listening. He was looking up at the sky. The clouds that had gathered above his head formed an eye. An eye that seemed to be watching him intently.

“I'll get you, you dirty dog.”

The person who had approached Marc thought he was dead, but Marc got up just as soon and made his way back to his house.

“Huh?”

“Thanks for worrying about me, but I'm fine.”

“Uh, okay.”

Marc patted her shoulder with a big smile and left without looking back. At home, his mother looked down at his clothes and cried out.

“Lord. What happened to you?”