"He is just a kid. He is just a kid. He is just a kid…"
Fatih repeated the mantra in his head, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. He stared at Selçuk's kart, which had come to a stop just meters away, the two of them tangled in a mess of broken parts and shattered hopes.
Although his [Invictus] ability granted him extreme mental endurance against pressure, it was not designed to suppress pure, unadulterated anger. The ability's description was clear: it was born from suffering to endure pressure, not to quell rage. And he was feeling it now, a hot, simmering fury. This was the third time they had collided, and each time, it had heavily impacted him and his championship prospects. He had to keep reminding himself that he was an adult in a child's body to stop himself from jumping out of the kart and starting a physical fight.
