That was right—86 charged straight toward the cliff with no guardrail. Shirou did not choose to take the turn, nor could he have chosen to.
At this speed, it was impossible to take the turn. The result would obviously be getting flung into the guardrail on the right by the immense centrifugal force, perhaps even rolling over and being disqualified. Even if he barely kept 86 intact, that would only ensure he could continue the race.
But if he jumped, the outcome would be different!
The sunlight was blocked by 86, and it seemed as though wings had grown from its body. 86—86 was flying! No, this was not 86. It was 59! 59 had come down the mountain!
"Shirou—" Rin screamed. "We're going to die!"
"We won't die. A professional driver dares to make a judgment call!" Shirou roared. Speed was all about roaring it out. The louder the voice, the faster the car!
Please, 86, charge toward the third U-turn!
Its speed decayed very slowly in midair. The only factor capable of slowing it down was air resistance. But Reinforcement Magic had reduced air resistance to a minimum. The thing preventing him from reaching the turn was gravity.
Yet even gravity could not stop Shirou.
In just one and a half seconds, the front wheels had already cleared the guardrail, while the body of the car was still nearly five meters above it.
Rin's heart nearly leaped into her throat. She closed her eyes, no longer daring to watch. But the violent shaking of the car forced her eyelids open.
Ahead was another U-shaped hairpin turn. That meant Shirou's insane plan had worked?
But for Shirou, it was not over yet. The car had not stabilized, and the U-turn before them was already rapidly approaching!
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