Fuji just laughs quietly, like he's in on a private joke.

"You should save your breath, Kirihara," Oishi warned from slightly ahead. "This is a race you absolutely don't want to be last in."

Kaidoh feels the pressure keenly as he dashes up the hill. Between his rivalry with Momoshiro and the threat of Inui's beverage monstrosities poised to make a most uncool, weak-looking fool out of the loser, it's more than worth flexing his stamina. Seeing how close he is to overtaking Momo-- and how much it pisses him off to be even slightly behind him-- propels him that extra couple of inches forward into a dead heat with him. He hisses through a glare at him, wordlessly communicating his refusal to lose. Not here, not ever.