"Autograph Reception"
Just as Agnes Tachyon had said, the Simulation Kikuka Sho ended with Kitasan Black winning by an astonishing margin.
Just like in the earlier stages of the race, that black figure burst free from the shackles of the air like a cannonball fired from its barrel, becoming the first to charge out of the Final Bend.
Grass turned into emerald dust beneath her feet, and every push-off kicked up visible waves of air, as though the track itself trembled for this ultimate speed. Running alone down the Final Straight, she adjusted her running stance once more. Her arms spread like wings before suddenly drawing in, and that swan-like motion gave her another slight burst of speed even at such high velocity.
By the time she had fully entered her sprint, Mikki Rocket, in second place, was still struggling through the bend twenty meters behind.
Milan Hai had been thrown more than thirty meters back, nearly unable to catch even the dust Kitasan Black kicked up.
Little Anzu was clearly running out of stamina, her speed visibly dropping.
Yet even as one senior after another passed her, she did not give up. She continued to maintain a relatively steady running stance and chased forward with all her strength. After crossing the line, Kitasan Black did not stop immediately. Momentum carried her more than ten meters into the runoff area before she gradually slowed down.
Panting heavily, she turned around. Sweat ran along her jawline like a glistening curtain of beads, while the airflow had combed her black hair into soft, fluffy arcs. Her red pupils shone brilliantly beneath the sunlight.
Looking at her opponents scattered behind her like specks of starlight, she suddenly curled her lips into a radiant smile and clenched her fist.
*My performance just now... didn't