The morning at the Silverstone circuit was cold enough to make the lungs ache. For Leo Kaito, it was the first day of his official life as a racing driver. No longer a ghost in the garage, no longer the man with the laptop and the toolbox. Today, he was the asset of the team.
He stood in the middle of the Arcadia Racing garage, watching the mechanics move around the Dallara F2 chassis. It was the same car he had driven during the Young Driver Test, but now it felt different. It was his. His name, "L. KAITO," was printed in small, white letters on the side of the survival cell, right next to a small Japanese flag.
"Stop staring at it and get in," Anya said. She was wrapped in a heavy team jacket, a clipboard tucked under her arm. "We have three hours of shakedown before we pack the crates for Melbourne. Every minute you waste is a minute of data we don't have."
