Honda 1000RR-R—SP 1000cc Reward

[Exactly!...The Host has it. His reward is ready. Is the Host ready for the reward to take the tournament?]

"Yes... I am ready for it." John accepted in his mind. His anticipation towards the tournament lingered heavily in the air.

Suddenly, another notification popped up on a prompt with a message that kept dancing in the air in front of John.

[Ding! The Host has to be equipped with mastery racing skills. The Host has to accept to commence the process.]

John accepted in his mind, nodding his head to indicate a 'yes.'

[Ding! Mastery Skills Activated Successfully!]

[The initiation skills protocol activated... The Host is currently merging with the master racing skills... 10%...30%...50%...70%... 💯%]

[Congratulations! The Host is currently merged with the mastery racing skills.]

John felt confidence sinking into him. He wondered about receiving skills when the motorcycle wasn't around yet.Ahah... That's of no worry. Anyway...

Suddenly, another notification formed in front of him.

[Congratulations for the tournament investment. The Host is awarded a new brand Honda CBR1000RR-R5–SP Racing motorcycle. The motorcycle is parked in the parking lot alongside the other motorcycle.]

John couldn't wait; anxiety rose within him. He woke up, locked the door, and headed down in the lift. As he descended, his excitement grew. He could barely keep still, tapping his foot and watching the numbers tick down to the ground floor.

From a distance, John could see that indeed, there was another new Honda motorcycle parked alongside his current motorcycle.

As he approached the parking lot, another notification popped up.

[The motorcycle is accompanied by the racing costume, helmet, and chest guard.]

Without wasting time, John carefully unboxed the motorcycle, revealing a stunning Honda CBR1000RR-R Fireblade SP. The bike gleamed under the parking lot, its aggressive lines and aerodynamic design screaming speed and power. The iconic Honda red, white, and blue livery gave it a race-ready look

John walked around the bike, taking in every detail. The Honda CBR1000RR-R5–SP was equipped with a 1,000cc four-stroke engine, capable of producing an awe-inspiring amount of horsepower. It featured state-of-the-art electronics, including a quick shifter, traction control, and multiple riding modes designed specifically for racing.

After admiring the motorcycle, John reached for the delivery box that had accompanied it. Inside was the racing costume, a masterpiece of design and engineering, created by Honda Manufacturing specifically for racers.

After looking inside, It was a one-piece leather ensemble designed for maximum protection and aerodynamics. Made from high-quality kangaroo leather known for its durability and flexibility, the suit featured integrated armor at the shoulders, elbows, and knees along with a built-in back protector.

The Honda Racing Team logo was emblazoned across the chest, with John's name stitched elegantly on the back in bold, red letters. That was really amazing to John. Actually, We can say John's luck couldn't be measured anymore.

The helmet was a top-of-the-line model, designed and produced by Honda. It featured an aerodynamic design to reduce drag at high speeds. The carbon fiber shell made it lightweight yet incredibly strong.

The visor was made from anti-scratch, anti-fog material, ensuring clear vision under all conditions. The helmet was adorned with the Honda logo and John's racing number, 20.

Indeed, the system was aware that John had registered for the tournament as the 20th applicant. The number was given on a first-come, first-served basis.

Looking at the gloves, John felt a surge of happiness. The gloves were crafted from leather, offering both comfort and protection. They had reinforced knuckles and palms, providing essential security in the event of a fall.

Furthermore, gloves were designed to fit perfectly, giving John the dexterity needed to control the powerful Honda machine.

"Wow! They looked amazing!" John's exclamation could have awakened the dead. The boots were constructed from lightweight, durable material, with reinforced ankle support and non-slip soles.

In other ways, they provided excellent grip on the bike's foot pegs and were designed to withstand the rigors of high-speed racing.

After suiting up, the suit hugged his body perfectly, offering a blend of protection and mobility. He slipped on the gloves and boots, and finally, the helmet. As he fastened the chin strap, he felt a rush of confidence running through him.

The system spoke to him again, reinforcing his resolve:

[The host is now equipped for the tournament. Good luck.]

John stood there, fully geared up, feeling like a true racer. The costume fit him like a second skin, and the helmet sat snugly on his head, giving him a sense of invincibility.

Honestly, he could almost hear the roar of the crowd, feel the thrill of the race, and see the checkered flag waving him to his victory. Really!Was it hallucinations? Nah...! Can say he was in a cool meditation.

As he mounted the Honda CBR1000RR-R5–SP, the bike responded to his touch as if it were an extension of his own body. He revved the engine by pressing on the starter, feeling the power coursing through the machine. The sound was like music to his ears, a symphony of mechanical prowess and raw horsepower.

John took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. This was it. The culmination of all his hard work, his dedication, and the support of the mysterious system that had guided him here.

However, John was ready to take on the world, to prove himself on the racing circuit, and to make his mark in the history of motorcycle racing.

The parking lot was quiet, save for the hum of the bike's engine and the pounding of John's heart. He knew that the real challenge lay ahead, but he felt prepared. With his new skills acquired, state-of-the-art gear, and the best motorcycle money could buy, John was ready to face whatever came his way.

As he rode out of the parking lot, he couldn't help but smile. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: John was going to give it everything he had. With the Honda CBR1000RR-R5–SP beneath him and the wind in his face, he felt unstoppable.

The countdown to the tournament continued, each second bringing him closer to the moment of truth. But John wasn't worried. He had the skills, the equipment, and the determination to succeed. All that was left now was to ride, race, and win.

Just as he settled into his thoughts, his phone rang. The screen displayed an unfamiliar number, but John answered it anyway, curious.

"Hello, John speaking," he said, pulling over to the side of the road.

"Hello, Mr. John. This is Karen from the Federation International Sports. We need all racers in the briefing room to meet the officials. It's mandatory."

"Uh, Karen, do we really need to rush? There's still some time before the tournament starts," John replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Yes, John, you do. Missing the briefing could lead to disqualification. We want to make sure everyone is on the same page regarding the rules and safety protocols," Karen explained firmly.

John sighed, "Disqualification? Really? Isn't that a bit harsh?"

Karen chuckled, "Rules are rules, John. Kindly, we need to avoid any 'John's First Ride: The Great Disqualification' headlines."

John laughed, "Alright, alright. You've convinced me. I'll be there in time.."

"Great! We look forward to seeing you, John. And remember, we'll have donuts," Karen added with a hint of humor.

"Donuts? You should have led with that! See you soon," John said, feeling a bit more relaxed.

He hung up the phone, a smile on his face. The mention of disqualification had sobered him up a bit, but the conversation had been light-hearted enough to ease his nerves.

As he revved the engine, John sped off. How long would John take to arrive at the tournament venue with the new racing Honda 1000RR-R—SP?