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Stadium Entrance, Neo Domino City, May 10th, 7:55 AM<br/>
</i></b>​</div></span><br/>Considering that by most rankings she was just a talented amateur Satsuki had neither the money to purchase nor the technological means of making a D-Wheeler but even if owning one of those vaunted machines was little more than a distant dream it was one that motivated no few of her current habits, particularly her love of cycling.<br/><br/>Okay so it was a bicycle rather than a proper motorcycle but even while she'd long since grown out of pretending the pedal-powered vehicle could ever really compare to those sleek machines she had to admit she loved it anyways.  It was fast without being costly, deft enough to weave around the cars that crowded the outer district streets, and riding it day after day for years on end had left her with toned legs that she was proud to have on display, sheathed from the ankle up in tight dark thigh-high socks  and covered from the hip down by a dark blue skirt to just below the mid-thigh.  Long enough not to be scandalous, but short enough to show off just a little skin between the two.<br/><br/>Her feet were wrapped in serviceably worn flat-soled black shoes and above the waist she had dressed herself into her school-day best, a clean white shirt under an unfastened plain black jacket, her dark blue hair done up in a high ponytail at the back of her skull, it's tips waving in the passing breeze as she pedaled.  At first she'd kept the Duel Disk secured to her arm but the way it unbalanced her cycling there unnerved Satsuki and so she'd grudgingly taken it off and secured it into a messenger bag that was currently slung across her back.  Her tournament invitation on the other hand was safely ensconced into the zipped-up breast pocket of her jacket.<br/><br/>She'd eaten breakfast as quickly as she dared, showered, dressed, and taken off as quickly as possible.  The tournament venue (some sort of stadium with an attached hotel) was a fair ways away and with her speed limited by her chosen transportation she didn't want to be late but as it was she was currently a little more on the early side, having covered the distance in just under 45 minutes of pedaling.<br/><br/>Satsuki swung one leg over the bike seat, standing on one pedal as she coasted to a halt and hopped down, taking a few quick steps to bleed off the last of her momentum before settling into a sedate walk towards a corner of the parking area, propping the bike up on its kickstand and engaging the wheel locks so that no one could ride off with it.  She looked up at the complex with wide eyes, unable to keep a smile from corners of her lips.  The whole situation was sinking in all over again as she hefted the weight of the Duel Disk in her bag and pulled it out, sliding it on over the sleeves of her shirt and jacket.  As it sealed it onto her arm, she held out the invitation, scanning it one last time.<br/><br/>Satsuki squared her shoulders.<br/><br/>Breathe in, breathe out.<br/><br/>Fail to suppress a faint giddy squeal of excitement.<br/><br/>And set off towards the glass doors with a smile, her invitation at the ready.