On January 10, 1993, the record for the fastest ski descent down Mount Fuji was broken.
Although no one knew about either attempt, Kenny dared swear before Merlin's portrait that Vincent, who had flown over his head, was definitely an enchanted flying broomstick.
Ten feet,
twenty feet,
he did not touch down until nearly forty feet. He had to have secretly used magic!
Unfortunately, reality was cruel. Right before Kenny's eyes, Vincent sped toward the steep slope again.
This time, the arc was even wider. It looked like he would fly even farther.
He was still following the one and only track in the snow.
Frustration burned through Kenny's mind like a raging fire.
He could not beat Vincent in a fight, nor could he beat him in sports. Was he supposed to compete in magic next?
Preoccupied though he was, he had no intention of admitting defeat.
Even shortening the gap by one second would prove that he had tried.
With victory already in hand, Vincent focused his gaze on the distance.
They had reached the Abe Family estate again. This time, he would try something harder.
The same steep slope, the same spinning posture.
Only this time, after three and a half rotations, his skis landed sideways on the barrier.
A harsh scraping sound rang out, and the powerful momentum carried him over it in the blink of an eye.
He still landed steadily, though his speed had dropped considerably.
Aoi Sora, who had stuck his head out the window, rubbed his eyes.
The first time, Vincent had provocatively spun sideways three and a half times. The second time, he had skied across the barrier after doing the first.
What about the third time?
Was he going to ski around the barrier once?
This was naked provocation!
His