After the Declaration

The instant her words fell.

Absolute silence.

Then, an uproar—!!!

A massive wave of noise exploded as reporters nearly sprang from their seats, questions hammering the podium like cannonballs. "Kitasan! Are you certain you mean an overseas expedition? Which races are you targeting exactly?!"

"Does calling yourself a 'world-class long-distance dominator' mean you've already chosen your target races?!"

"What are the team's plans?! What specific arrangements has your Trainer made?!"

The camera flashes merged into a blinding sheet of white, completely swallowing Kitasan Black's figure. The host had no choice but to raise his voice to maintain order. "Please remain calm! Ask your questions one at a time!"

But no one listened.

Onstage, the racers reacted in different ways.

Satono Crown stared blankly at the figure standing tall amid the flashes at the very front, her eyes flickering violently with surprise.

But that surprise lasted only an instant before it was replaced by a fiercer fighting spirit, one that nearly seemed to burn.

She clenched the fist resting on her knee and muttered under her breath, "Little Kita... so you've already made it that far? Then I... have to catch up to you even more!"

Mikki Rocket covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide and round, brimming with pure admiration and longing. They shone brilliantly. "Senior Little Kita... so cool!"

Harvest Festival's elegant lips tightened slightly, a sharp glint flashing through her eyes. "A dominator... interesting."

Sunday Silence and Lofty Ambition's expressions instantly grew more solemn, their bodies unconsciously leaning forward.

Yamasho Strong clicked her tongue and turned her face away, but her gaze never left Kitasan Black.

Starlight Peak lowered her head, her bangs concealing her eyes, while the corner of her mouth curled into an almost imperceptible arc tinged with madness.

The host was still trying