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"IN THE LEAD, we have British jockey, Diego Brando!" Johnny groaned loudly as he leaned forward, making you chuckle as you kept your eyes trained on the horses in front of you. "But Sandman is following behind him! So is Gyro Zeppeli! There's Johnny Joestar, who finished fifth in the first stage! Behind him is Speedwagon!" You leaned forward as well, just barely registering the newspapers that were flying all over the place. "It's Gyro Zeppeli! Right before the second stage finish line! It's Gyro again! He jumps into the lead!" You could hear a faint 'Nyo-ho' and you rolled your eyes, biting back the smile that curled upon your lips.
"Only a straight line of 600 meters left to go! The rough terrain! The unmerciful heat! The racers have traveled 1,200 kilometers since the race started eighteen days ago!" You raised a brow as you tried to push Thunderstruck further than Sandman. Had it really been that long? Only eighteen days since you had left California? Eighteen days since you had met Johnny and Gyro? Eighteen days— you let your thoughts halt abruptly and your face burn as you snuck a lengthy glance at Diego— Eighteen days since he had asked for your hand in marriage.
"But as we near Monument Valley, yet again the most skilled racers are gathering at the front! It's a re-enactment of the first stage!" You smirked as you managed to inch past Sandman— it wasn't a re-enactment anymore. The cheers of the people around you were almost deafening as you passed by countless wagons and air balloons. Little children waved with glee, pointing at you and the other racers with excitement written all over them. There were people of all ages going wild with enthusiasm, letting their newspapers fly all through the racetrack.
"Now Diego Brando is picking up the pace!" You felt your face burn again but the current predicament (consisting of tons of paper flying at you) was much more important. While you had been lucky to dodge a few, Johnny was hit with one, getting stuck to his arm. "And Sandman continues to fly across the land with his monstrous legs! Not that it has been enough to pass Speedwagon's Thunderstruck!" You flushed under the praise from the announcers until Johnny spoke up frantically.
"Gyro, Speedwagon! This newspaper! Both of you look! Holy Shit!" Johnny yelled as you inched up closer beside Slow Dancer to see what he was talking about. "We can win, you two! We can win this stage! Keep it up, at full speed!" Gyro yelled back, a golden grin on his face. As per usual, he was only focused on winning. "I can't believe this! This picture! I'm telling you guys! Look at this!" You peered over as Thunderstruck galloped alongside Slow Dancer while Johnny adjusted the newspaper around his arm to line up with his scar.
"The shape of the mountain top! It's the same! It's the same as the scar on my left arm!" Johnny shouted with glee as the finish line grew even closer. You squinted and just barely made out the word 'crus' on them which, lo and behold, looked identical to his scar. "These scars aren't letters, they're a place! They're telling us to go here! The next corpse part must be on the mountain!" Your eyes widened as you looked up to just barely meet Gyro's eyes, turning back around quickly to push Thunderstruck a tad further across the finish line.
