Editing Talk:Seikoku no Ryuu Kishi: Volume 1 (section)

=== Part 5 ===
The competition was about to start. 

The row order of the contestants had been sequenced according to the results of the mock competitions that had occurred during training class. 

Usually, the fastest riders were placed at the front. 

However, this year’s dragon riding competition was different. 

The players who were placed at the front, were the worst scoring students of the mock competitions. 

Apparently, it was Rebecca’s suggestion; her reason being that the competition would be more exciting. 

As a result, based on the new rules, Silvia, who had scored top in the mock competitions, had no choice but to be placed in the last row. 

Aside from Silvia, Ash was also in the last row. 

Although the student council had made an exception to the rule to allow him to use another student’s pal to participate in the competition, just to be fair, his starting position had been purposely positioned in the last row. 

Without doubt, this type of order doubled as a safeguard against a sudden surge of contestants once the race had started.

Nevertheless, despite these new rules, this situation could be said to be favorable to him.<ref> Chinese phrase. Basically the equivalent of "play into the hands of (Ash)"</ref> 

To be allowed to participate in the competition, was already a one in ten thousand chance<ref> In other words, very lucky</ref> . Furthermore, to be placed beside Silvia, was the perfect opportunity to execute their showdown. 

With every minute and second that passed, he gradually became more and more focused<ref> Chinese phrase that literally translates into "retracted his state of mind"</ref> 

Silvia didn't talk to him. 

Likewise, he felt that there wasn’t a need to converse with her.

Finally, the preparations before the race were finished.

The cheers coming from the audience around the sports field’s border had reached a climax.

All around, a unique sense of tension filled the atmosphere.

Ash clearly felt his own heartbeat gradually quickening. During the mock competitions, he had never felt so nervous.

“On your marks!”

Rebecca’s voice emanated from mid-air.

Clad in school uniform, she was riding on her pal’s back. Essentially, this was breaching the school rules, however, as today was the annual Dragon Riding Festival, no one had raised that issue.

Arms akimbo, she now stood majestically on top of Cú Chulainn’s head. Her high-spirited heroic bearing immediately attracted everyone’s attention.

This was her riding position.

As Cú Chulainn’s body was too big to find a suitable saddle, and also, because she had publicly expressed that she did not want to restrain her beloved pal with a rein and saddle, this evolved into her current unique riding position. 

A suffocating silence enveloped the audience, as she lifted a magic carbine<ref> A carbine is a gun used by horsemen, do Google it!</ref> .

Only the sound of one’s own heartbeat and the deep breathing of the dragons could be heard.

“Get set —”

The carbine’s muzzle was aimed at the sky.

Then, when the flash of an Oracle illuminated the horizon, the gun let out an enormous bang.

Around fifty dragons, at the same time, started to run, leaving behind a cloud of dust.

The Stradas formed into a column and, at the same time, flapped their wings and gained altitude. While that was happening, their tails, which had smoke bombs tied to them, released a seven-coloured smoke rainbow in the sky.