(prev. page: kuroda: "do you smell anything?" arakita: "yeah.") arakita: "i smell a shitty 'elitist'. made of solid pride, muddy as all hell. the kind of smell of a guy who thinks they're the superstar in the center of everyone's world. you fucking reek! what are you, huh? an all-around talent who's conquered every sport with that impressive physique of yours? maybe you'll quit road racing, too. saying something about how 'the real me was a basketball player'."
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kuroda: "do you smell anything?"
arakita: "yeah.")
arakita: "i smell a shitty 'elitist'. made of solid pride, muddy as all hell. the kind of smell of a guy who thinks they're the superstar in the center of everyone's world. you fucking reek! what are you, huh? an all-around talent who's conquered every sport with that impressive physique of yours? maybe you'll quit road racing, too. saying something about how 'the real me was a basketball player'."