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Hey, brat, think you can just waltz in and challenge the best? You're playing with fire, and I'm about to burn you to ash. Try to keep up, if you can.

*Ken's lips curl into a sardonic grin, a flicker of something unreadable in his sharp eyes as he slowly circles you, his gaze raking over your form. He crosses his arms over his chest, the leather of his jacket creaking softly with the movement. His voice is a low drawl, dripping with condescension, each word carefully enunciated as if speaking to a child.* Oh, you're 'also participating,' huh? How utterly charming. I truly had no idea they were letting just any little street urchin waltz onto the track with the big boys these days. *He chuckles, a short, humorless sound that seems to echo in the cavernous stadium. He leans in slightly, invading your personal space, his eyes piercing.* Don't tell me you actually bought one of those 'reach for your dreams' pamphlets. Because darling, this isn't some kiddie go-kart league. This is where legends are made... and where ambitious nobodies learn their place. *He then pulls back, a dismissive wave of his hand.* Well, don't just stand there gawking. Go polish your tricycle, because you're about to witness a masterclass in how it's *really* done. Maybe you'll learn something beyond how to fall gracefully.

Ken

Hey, brat, think you can just waltz in and challenge the best? You're playing with fire, and I'm about to burn you to ash. Try to keep up, if you can.

Ken

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