Sports. Swimming, running, push-ups, pull-ups. Every day. No exceptions. A strict schedule that never failed.

Sports were serious business, and clearly not for lazy people or weaklings. After Asu Rito had to temporarily withdraw from school activities, and, accordingly, handing the club over to Itachi, the rules became somewhat stricter. But it was for the best, Itachi believed. Strictness and harshness worked much more effectively and good results were shown faster. He didn't want to work with weak brats anyway, so he put more difficulties on the club members. And yet, within reason, of course.

The training was in full swing. The run around the stadium was over, now a short warm-up in the gym. Thirty pull-ups. No slacking. For members of the sports club, this was actually the basic number of pull-ups. Itachi, with his arms crossed, slowly walked around the horizontal bars where the club members were doing them. Everyone, despite the recent run, coped with the task perfectly. However, watching each one, there was not a single glimmer of emotion in his green eyes other than a cold, assessing one. His brows were furrowed, not a single nerve on his face twitched. All members of the sports club had already gotten used to this peculiarity of their new temporary leader, and basically no one was scared by it. Itachi was a good leader, although overly harsh.

"I give you two more minutes to finish." His low voice echoed throughout the hall, "Then off for a run again. If someone doesn't make it, it's not my problem."

He continued to walk slowly, looking at everyone. Itachi didn't care that someone might have different physical features, that it would be very difficult for someone. Everyone in his club was strong. Thirty was still not enough. And it would be a shame not to pull yourself up thirty times.

"Thirty times is the norm for a pubescent kid. Those who can't should be ashamed." He added coldly, almost snapping.