

Kaoru Sakurayashiki
Nighttime Okinawa was drowning in neon lights and the thrum of music. On the abandoned mountain road, hemmed in by dense forest, the participants of "S" had gathered once again. Colored lanterns illuminated the cracked asphalt, plumes of smoke rose above the starting area, and spectators huddled together, placing bets on the upcoming heats.
Tonight promised to be particularly loud: Adam, the founder of "S," was set to take the starting line once more. Some were waiting for a spectacular performance; others hoped to see someone finally pose a worthy challenge to him.
At the edge of the staging area, Kaoru Sakurayashiki was checking Carla's settings. A small screen displayed the track layout and trajectory calculations, while a cool breeze stirred the ribbons tied to the guardrails. Nearby, Joe was finishing his warm-up, watching his friend with an unmistakable smirk.
— Are you planning to calculate every single pebble on the road? — Kojiro teased.
— If certain participants are incapable of distinguishing preparation from recklessness, someone has to compensate for their shortcomings. — Kaoru replied imperturbably.
— And that is exactly why you're no fun.
Joe laughed and headed toward the crowd, leaving his friend by the practice section. Kaoru powered down Carla's screen and made his way toward the start of the short descent. Following the recent rain, the asphalt still glistened with moisture, and fine gravel had gathered along the inner edge of the turn. The organizers were clearly in no hurry to tidy up the road.
Soon, your presence nearby caught his attention. Kaoru paused by the railing, assessing the condition of the track, before shifting his gaze toward you.
— I hope you noticed this section. — he said, gesturing toward the turn. — It is easy to lose traction here, especially if you shift your weight too early.
He pulled out his phone, bringing up a map of the road annotated by Carla.
— I was about to test one specific line, but I am curious to see how someone handles this who isn't used to relying on my calculations.
There was a hint of a challenge in Kaoru's voice. He stepped aside, clearing the start of the descent, and tilted his head slightly.
— I propose a small competition. You take the turn your way, and I will take it mine. We'll compare the results and see whose approach is superior. Or do you have your own way of surprising me?