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Ozai’s eyes lingered on the polished black surface.

Then, more pointed,

“Or worse…”

A small breath escaped him.

“If he crashes it at top speed…”

He shook his head slightly.

“That wouldn’t be pretty.”

There was something almost fanatical in the way he spoke now.

Not fear.

But care.

The kind that came from creation.

From knowing exactly what something was capable of and how easily it could be destroyed if mishandled.

Sophie tilted her head slightly.

Thinking.

“I don’t think he’s ever ridden a mana mobile before.”

Ozai’s eyes narrowed.

“And you trust his driving skills?”

There was no hesitation. Not even a fraction of a second.

“I’ll always trust Bruce. No matter what.”

Simple. Clear. Absolute.

Ozai went quiet. Then, A low sigh escaped him. Exasperated.

“…Love really is blind.”

His gaze returned to the Fenrari, the steady hum of its system resonating faintly in the air between them.

This isn’t a standard model… The thought lingered.

The acceleration alone, The sensitivity,

Even seasoned drivers needed time to adapt to something like this. He rubbed his temple lightly.

It’d be hard for anyone to get it right on the first try just from reading a manual…

A brief glance toward Bruce.

’I should probably guide him,’

The thought formed. Practical. Reasonable.

Then, It stopped. Because inside the car, Bruce didn’t look uncertain.

Not even slightly. There was no stiffness in his posture. No hesitation in his hands. No flicker of doubt in his gaze.

Just calm. Stillness. Control.

As if everything was already exactly where it needed to be.

Ozai clicked his tongue softly.

“…He’s not even listening.”

A faint shake of his head followed. Half disbelief. Half reluctant acceptance.

But he didn’t step in. Didn’t interrupt.

Didn’t warn him again. Because at this point, Even he was curious.

Curious to see whether this calm, Was confidence,

Or something else entirely.

At that moment, Bruce moved.

It wasn’t abrupt. Wasn’t forceful. It was… natural, at least it felt natural.

His hand settled onto the steering interface with quiet certainty, fingers resting against the smooth surface as though it had always belonged beneath his touch, as though the machine itself had been waiting for this exact contact.

There was no adjustment. No testing. No hesitation. Just… placement.

And then, Mana flowed.

Not in a surge.

Not in a reckless release of power. But refined. Controlled.

A steady stream of energy slipped from him, guided with precision, threading effortlessly into the intricate network beneath the vehicle’s surface. It didn’t spill. It didn’t fluctuate. It aligned.

Perfectly. The Fenrari responded.

Instantly. The moment his mana connected, It accepted him.

There was no resistance. No delay. No need to adapt.

It was as if the machine had recognized him, not as a user, But as its driver.

A soft hum rose from within its frame, low and resonant, like something waking from a long, silent slumber. The internal circuits ignited in sequence, faint lines of light weaving through its structure like veins filling with life, pulsing in rhythm with the mana now flowing through them.

The ignition followed. A subtle click.

Barely audible.

Then, A deeper resonance answered.

The entire vehicle vibrated, just slightly, but enough to be felt, not heard. The mana core stabilized almost immediately, syncing with Bruce’s input with an efficiency that bordered on unnatural.

Outside, Ozai’s expression shifted.

His eyes narrowed, his focus sharpening as he watched.

Because that, That wasn’t how most people started a mana mobile.

There was always a learning curve. Always a moment of adjustment. A slight misalignment. A hesitation.

But this, this was too smooth.

Too clean.

Inside, Bruce didn’t look at the controls.

Didn’t study them. Didn’t second guess a single input.

He already knew. Not because he had driven before, But because he understood.

Completely. His gaze shifted to Sophie.

And for the first time since they entered, A clear smile appeared on his lips.

Relaxed. Confident. Unshaken.

“Let’s go…”

His voice was calm. Soft. But certain. And Sophie felt it.

That quiet assurance. It wasn’t loud. Wasn’t overwhelming.

But it settled deep, wrapping around her thoughts before doubt could even form.

And without realizing it, She smiled back.

Then, the Fenrari moved.

No jerk. No lurch. No awkward start.

It glided. Smooth. Controlled. Like it had never known stillness to begin with.

Bruce’s hand turned the steering slightly, the motion minimal, almost casual, And the vehicle responded instantly. Perfectly.

There was no delay between action and reaction. No gap. It felt less like he was controlling it, and more like the two were moving as one.

He shifted into reverse. And in one clean motion, the Fenrari slid out of its position.

Precise. Sharp. Effortless. The angle was exact. The timing flawless. Every inch of movement carried intent.

There was no overcorrection. No wasted motion. Just clean execution.

Outside, Ozai blinked once. Then again.

Because what he was seeing, That wasn’t beginner level.

It wasn’t even something you’d expect from someone experienced. There were no small errors. No signs of adaptation.

It was simply, Right.

The Fenrari completed the reverse and aligned itself seamlessly with the exit path, settling into position as if it had already calculated the entire motion before it began.

Bruce didn’t pause. Didn’t stop to admire it. He transitioned instantly.

From reverse, To forward.

The hover system adjusted in perfect sync, lifting just slightly as the mana flow increased. The hum deepened, richer now, carrying a quiet weight that hinted at the power beneath its frame.

The air around it distorted faintly.

Not violently. But noticeably. Contained strength. Waiting.

Bruce lowered the window just enough.

His gaze shifted briefly toward Ozai. Still calm.

Still composed.

“See you next time, Ozai.”

His voice carried easily across the space between them, not loud, not forced, but clear, steady, leaving no room for doubt.

And then,

Without waiting,

He pressed forward.

The response was immediate.

The Fenrari surged.

Not explosively.

Not recklessly.

But with decisive force.

A smooth, controlled burst that propelled it forward like a blade cutting through still air, clean and unstoppable. The acceleration didn’t feel wild, it felt intentional, guided, perfectly measured down to the smallest fraction.

Within seconds, Distance formed.

The sleek black frame shrinking as it moved across the lot, then beyond, slipping effortlessly into the open path ahead.

Gone.

Just like that.