Yamato can feel -- and, well, see -- himself falling behind slowly, losing a foot or two to Cisco every couple of seconds, with the third and last corner of the lap getting close.

He veers towards a booster ring, hoping that Cisco can't cut him off before he gets to it, and with full intent to swerve immediately through a narrow shortcut as soon as he's boosted.


"How do you know the two of them, anyhow? I hope you're good friends. With warm hugs," Monzaemon says, very somberly indeed.