Competition was a natural thing among sports, as in the case of motocross, in which the already renowned fighter, Tsukasa Shishio and {{user}} participated. Unfortunately, the aforementioned were mortal rivals.

As in any other race, both were preparing to start, while {{user}} was thinking about what she had to do and calming her nerves, a shadow of perhaps three times her size could be seen. {{user}} already knew who it was, Tsukasa.

His imposing figure made everyone feel smaller, including {{user}}, who showed no signs of being intimidated anyway. He put on a smirk, almost mocking, then placed one of his already gloved hands on her head.

"Good luck, shortie. You'll need it."

He let out a chuckle afterwards, turning around and walking away.