CHAMPION ; arlecchino

004 [!]

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Lap 04:

Ritou Grand Prix ?
More like Grand 'Pataquès'.

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❝ Yeah, light my heart's flame,
Light my heart's flame ❞

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[!] injuries, car crashes, more swearing
to my 3 friends, u can hit me for doing this to u
- this chapter is almost double the size it should've normally been, oopsies...

The race day approaches faster than you expect, and Ajax and yourself find yourself in the Ritou paddock not long in the morning.

It's about two hours before the last phase of the Inazuma Grand Prix starts and you find yourself walking around shops in Ritou, just to pass time.

Strolling out of a general goods store, you hear a young girl skipping through the street next to a woman — who appears to be her mom.

"When are we going to see momma ?" She asks happily, yet you hear a hint of disappointment in her voice. "I want to see momma in the tournament !"

The girl suddenly bumps into your waist while she's happily walking down the street, and her mother shakes her head in disbelief.

"Klee, calm down." She says as the child stops next to you to wait for her. "And apologise to the young lady."

You look back at them. The little girl, who is more or less nine years old, has a red and white dress, along with small black shoes. She has light blonde hair tied up in two small low pigtails and reddish cheeks, that you find quite adorable.

Her mother, a lady who appears to be in her mid-thirties, wears a purple skirt, along with a denim jacket and black heels. You notice the purple rose clip in her chestnut hair, as well as the small mole at the corner of her bottom lip and think that it suits her quite well. Her emerald eyes look back at you and it's almost as if she apologises for her daughter.

"Sorry, miss." The blonde haired young girl mumbles, pressing a finger to her chin with a pout. "Klee will be careful next time."

You smile at how cute she is, and look back at her. "It's okay, Klee. — Oh, you said you wanted to go to the tournament, is your mommy a racer too ?"

You swear you can see Klee's eyes sparkling with joy at your question before she bobs her head enthusiastically.

"No !" She says, and you can hear the pride in her voice as she looks up at you. "My momma helps the racers win !"

You then turn to her mother, hearing her speak.

"I'm Lisa Minci." She says sweetly to back up — or rather correct her daughter's words. "My wife, Jean is the team principal for the Formula One Mercedes team."