"We'd better win three weeks first. I'll tell you what, the machine's performing the same way."
"Fufu, are you sure? That's what I said. You won't be able to make excuses.
"Hmm, I thought I'd let you practice, but I didn't. Leave me no excuse."
"I don't need it. Think about the words when you lose."
Tickle, tingle.
He is staring across the motorcycle.
Fine, why are you so aggressive...
"--fu, it's a woman who doesn't lose her mouth. Well," runaway. "That way, I know everything."
Hmm. But is it my fault Eisen seems to be having fun? It's not that bad.
"So, Lute. Why are you on the course? A gag?"
"No, I thought I'd run, too. With this one."
Bowan.
I turned the green smoke into a motorcycle. This is my machine. If you're serious, you should be faster than a motorcycle. I think I'll follow you.
Because I'm worried that Fine will run wild.
"Hyu! You're crazy! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
... wow. Do not speak loudly on the raised face of the vessel.
Well then, can I...? Let's go!
Newie raised the starter with her right hand while blocking her ear with her left hand.
Uh-oh!
Both of you are turning up the engine.
I heard gunfire.
at the same time as
Eisen and Fine set off at a fierce speed.
The first curve was bent and then the bike accelerated further in a long straight line.
Ha-ha!
A motorcycle can go this fast. How many kilometers an hour? 200 kilometers?
Without a helmet at this speed...
With the Adventurer status, is it okay to fall?
When you finish the straight line, this time turn left. At exactly the same time, the two bodies played the engine sound of the shift down.
Eisen and Fitney lean the body as hard as they can. The angle I'm looking at is such that I'm worried about falling down.
Left curve again, short span, now right curve.
A straight line again. Motorcycles accelerate.
Hair pin curve at the end.
Wow, look out!
Though I thought, they both bent the curve splendidly.... bad for the heart.
Slow left and right curves followed by long straight lines.
This is where we started. This is a circle.
Mr Eisen is slightly ahead.
The speed is almost the same, but there seems to have been a difference in course take-up.
"What's the matter, Fine? Just the mouth!?"
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Fine snuggled right behind Eisen's body.
It looks like Fine's bike speed has slightly increased.
Why... it's supposed to be the same machine.
The first curve of the second week.
Fine pulled Eisen out.
Looks like there was a simple difference in speed.
"Ahhh! Let's do it then!
Uh-oh!
As the engine roars, the machine runs.
Fihne pulled out once, but Eisen soon overtook her again.
And then to the last line of the second week. The difference was even greater than in the first week.
Grip... grip, grip...
Fitney stared at Eisen's back in a demonic manner. I have a bad feeling about this.
Enter the third week.
Once again, Fitney goes behind Eisen.
I've been observing it, but it seems to be slowing down the air resistance and increasing the speed by going behind it.
And to the curve.
"...... hihi"
The accelerated Fine forced herself into the implant. The motorcycle approaches to the brink of collision.
Fine bent the curve sharply. You look amateur on the verge of falling.
"... hey, you're crazy!
"Hahaha!
Fine jumps forward. Moreover, there was a considerable difference. In the third week, is this Fitney dominating?
- No, I don't.
Mr Eisen is gradually closing his distance. If he runs normally, he is faster.
"Hee, that's pretty good. But I won!
The last curve.
Eisen passed Fine gorgeously.
And to the last straight line. Machine performance is the same. Was this a match?
Grip... grip, grip...
Fihne ran and wore a clown mask.
You still have it, right?
But why now?
Silver waves were emitted like flashes from Fihne's body.
Nah!
Six silver wings of fighter-like design appeared on her back.
Fine accelerates at incredible speeds while emitting silver light. I thought it was about 200 kilometers at first, but now it's twice as flying.
Immediately next to Eisen. There's still a little distance to the goal. If this is the case, Fine will pull out.
"Khihahahahaha! I won!
"Ahhhhh! Fine! Don't feel bad! I used (...) before!
At that time.
A green light was emitted from Eisen's body.
"― Weitan "
Eisen accelerated even faster than Fine.
Ugh, you're kidding, right? What a speed!
That's not the speed of the bike. Maybe even my green smoke won't catch up.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Fine screamed. Can you still speed it up?
I thought,
"A-a?"
The voice stopped.
Bakin!
Fitney's machine broke in.
Boom!
- I could play it.
Dismantled and scattered like a motorcycle exploded. Fihne was also thrown out while spinning into the air.
Bowan!
I wrapped Fine in smoke.
A busted motorcycle flies out of the course with a loud noise.
Ahhhhhhh! I'm glad you followed me! Fine would have been seriously injured if she fell at this rate.
After stopping, Fine was released from the smoke.
"Thank you, Mr. Lute."
"Yeah, are you okay?
"Yes... but I've lost"
I don't know the look on my face when I wear a mask, but it sounds like I'm going to regret it.
Fine hates losing.
"Hey! Are you okay?!"
Ooh-ooh!
Eisen came running to us from across the line and stopped by us.
"Sorry, I destroyed my motorcycle...."
It was a shock that Fitney had lost, but now he's doing well.
"No, I'm glad you're okay. Thanks to Lute? That's a great guy, man."
"I'm sorry about the motorcycle. I'll make it up to you."
I lowered my head.
"Ha! I don't need it. I ran and it broke. It's my fault. I'd rather apologize for the lack of strength. --More than that, Fine. Hey, you run crazy, don't you? Admit that I despised you."
"... I didn't think I'd lose either. I'm really sorry about all the rudeness."
"Fu, that's fine. It's been a long time since I've really been here. Fight me again. Next time, try your own machine."
"... yes! Fufu, I won't lose next time."
"Fine. Ahoo"
Looks like he turned in a good direction through the race.
I knew what would happen, but I'm glad it didn't get weird.
"... but I didn't expect the motorcycle to break like that. Though for beginners, we should have done a little more strength testing."
"Is the motorcycle that Eisen and Fine were riding for beginners?
"Ah, it's for amateurs to practice. Yes, I'll show you my real machine later. It's in the garage on the far left.... they'll be worried for now, let's go back"
That's what Eisen said, so we decided to go back to where they were waiting.
As soon as we got back, Charlotte and Iris rushed in.
"Fine? Are you okay?"
"Yes, Mr Lute helped me!
That's why it got tangled up in my arm. Stop pressing your chest...
"Ah! Do it again! I'm worried, I'm losing it! I mean, what about the mask?
"Yeah, I used a little magic."
Fine tries to trace the surface of the mask with her fingers.
That's right. If you use too much magic, a tattoo would appear. Is that why you put on the mask?
"Well then, let's open the last garage like this. I'm proud of my car. I'm sorry, but I'm not giving him a ride."
Eisen pushed the shutter switch in the garage.
With the sound driven by the motor, the shutter gradually rises.
- Huh?
This...
"What's wrong? Fufu, you can't say a word because you're too aggressive.
"Ah, no...."
I pointed into the garage.
Ah?
Eisen took her finger off the switch and peeked into the garage.
"... ahh?... hey, what happened to my car? Why not?"
Eisen enters the garage.
We went on.
"... what do you mean, Cora?"
Eisen doesn't seem to remember the situation either.
Yes, there was no motorcycle in the garage. Instead, tools and parts are scattered.
And...
"What the hell is going on?
The wall in the back of the garage was destroyed, and the view on the other side was visible.
It seemed obvious to anyone that someone had broken into the garage and vandalized it.
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