Chapter 65: so you are that kid!

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As Issei's anger simmered, the tension in the air became almost tangible. It hung around him like a cloak, signaling his lingering frustration. With each passing second, it grew stronger, casting an ominous shadow over the impending race.

"The race commences in a mere ten minutes," an authoritative voice broke through the silence, its seriousness matching Issei's mood. The man, an enigmatic figure, stood before him, delivering somber news.

Issei's eyes narrowed, brimming with defiance as he cast a menacing glare towards the man. The anger within him unleashed like a raging tempest, ready to consume everything in its path. "I'm here now," he retorted sharply, his words laced with an icy venom. "So, why don't you back off? Where is the guy I'm racing against?"

The man seemed unaffected by Issei's hostility, maintaining his composure. His voice remained stoic as he delivered his response. "He awaits your arrival, but before the race begins, there is a formality," he announced, paying no heed to Issei's hostility.

Curiosity tugged at Issei's anger, momentarily diverting his attention from his seething emotions. He focused on the man's words, intrigued by the mention of a formality. As the man extended his hand, Issei reluctantly accepted what awaited him—a helmet unlike any he had ever seen before.

The helmet was a marvel to behold, an embodiment of pure rebellion and fierce determination. Adorned with the striking design of a fearsome, crimson dragon, it exuded a palpable aura of power. Its surface boasted menacing spikes, symbolizing the untamed wildness of the upcoming race. Sharp, protruding teeth lined the edges, evoking a sense of primal danger. It was a testament to the indomitable spirit that dwelled within Issei, a visual manifestation of his unyielding resolve.

Perplexed by the situation, Issei couldn't help but voice his inquiries. With a furrowed brow, he questioned, "I still don't understand the purpose behind all of this. Why do we need to conceal our identities during the race and use aliases instead? And how does it connect to my title as the Red Dragon of Kuoh?"

In response, the mysterious man standing beside him took a step forward, ready to provide an explanation. He cleared his throat and began to elucidate the reasoning behind the custom.

"Custom dictates that we conceal our true identities during the race for various reasons. Firstly, it adds an air of intrigue and excitement. The lack of real names and the adoption of aliases create an aura of mystery and suspense, enhancing the overall experience for both the participants and the spectators. In addition, it aligns perfectly with your unique title as the Red Dragon of Kuoh."

Issei absorbed the man's words and, although still puzzled, finally conceded, "Alright, I suppose I can understand the rationale behind it. I'll put on the helmet then. Honestly, I'm not particularly eager for the crowd to see my face anyway."

With a nod of approval, the man gestured towards the indicated location. "Very well. The track lies just across the garage bridge, descending to the lower level. This is where the race begins, so make your way there."

Taking a moment to recalibrate his decision, Issei chose to deviate from the traditional route. Instead, he decided to ride his motorcycle straight off the rooftop, showcasing his skill and fearlessness to the crowd.

With precise control, he expertly navigated a series of descending obstacles, each one met with awe and admiration from the spectators below. The onlookers couldn't help but be captivated by the audacity of his stunt, their cheers building with each passing moment.

As the climax approached, Issei's motorcycle soared through the air, executing a daring jump that defied gravity. Time seemed to momentarily freeze, the world breathless in anticipation. And then, with a calculated grace, Issei's wheels touched the ground with a resounding thud, bringing him to a smooth landing near the starting line of the race.

The impact of Issei's entrance was palpable, igniting a surge of electric energy within the crowd. The spectators erupted in a thunderous applause, their cheers reverberating through the air like a symphony of enthusiasm and support. Issei couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline course through his veins as he basked in the waves of appreciation.

With precise finesse and a calm demeanor, Issei expertly navigated his sleek motorcycle, effortlessly aligning it alongside another bike that had already taken its position at the starting line.

The vibrant crowd that lined the street, as well as the spectators eagerly observing from nearby parking garage levels, buzzed with an electrifying energy.

The mere sight of Issei's entrance was an exhilarating spectacle in itself, intensifying the atmosphere to a heightened level of anticipation and enthusiasm.

Casting a sidelong glance, Issei's eyes locked onto his opponent for the first time. A mysterious figure known as Mr. Black, his true identity concealed behind a blacked-out helmet and a complete ensemble of obsidian attire. The enigma surrounding Mr. Black only served to heighten the intrigue and fascination surrounding this high-stakes showdown.

As the excited crowd erupted into cheers, Mr. Black's helmeted head slowly turned towards Issei, his eyes fixed upon the young man. His voice cut through the clamor, sharp and commanding. "So... you're the renowned Red Dragon of Kuoh? The one they claim to be unbeatable? Well, we shall soon see if the rumors hold any truth."

Issei couldn't help but notice the flawlessness of Mr. Black's Japanese, despite the whispers circulating amongst his peers that he was a foreigner.

There was an undeniable aura of confidence emanating from the enigmatic figure, but Issei responded with a dismissive snort, feigning indifference. "If you honestly believe you're going to win this race, you're in for a rude awakening. I have yet to taste defeat."

The corners of Mr. Black's lips curled into a sly smile, his amusement evident as he retorted with a sardonic laugh. "Haha... Is that so? Well then, it will be my utmost pleasure to be the first to outpace and surpass you, kid."