She laughed softly. That girl had no idea what was coming. The injuries. The rivals who became friends and then vanished. The night her father told her racing was a waste of time. The morning she left home anyway.
If she crashed, there’d be no diary entry after this one.
Hiiragi was not normal. And the K-DRIVE was not a normal bike. Hiiragi--39-s Practice Diary -Final- -K-DRIVE--
Silence.
And then, finally, it powered down.
“Shut up and hold on,” she said, but she was grinning.
Hiiragi’s Practice Diary -Final- -K-DRIVE-- She laughed softly
This was volume 203. The final one.