-final- -k-drive-- - Hiiragi--39-s Practice Diary

“Thank you for not giving up. Not on me. Not on yourself. – K”

The K-DRIVE’s screen flickered, then displayed words she hadn’t programmed:

This was volume 203. The final one.

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.

Hiiragi knelt beside the bike and opened the maintenance panel. Inside, tucked next to the flux capacitor, was a folded piece of paper—the first page of her original diary, written in smudged pencil. Hiiragi--39-s Practice Diary -Final- -K-DRIVE--

She straddled the bike, felt its warmth through her racing suit. “K-DRIVE,” she said, “execute final route: Spiral Down.”

The K-DRIVE’s AI giggled. “That was close!” “Thank you for not giving up

If she crashed, there’d be no diary entry after this one.