: All right. Let's challenge that guy Sting!

: I'm sure Asami-san. You gave me your phone number.

: Maybe it's the Zeroyon secretariat or something?

Huh? Oh right, this is referring to the fact Asami asked us to call the number she gave us to arrange races. This is Hiro remembering that fact.

Ooh, a cordless phone. This barn has everything.

: My name is HIRO. I want to do a zero-four race.

Whoah? Who's this mystery man? Just the back of a chair?

: If you want to do Zero Yon, you should go to the circuit.

: (Wow, that's a scary voice…)

Well that's ominous. Who is this, Dr Claw?

: No, that's not it. One-on-one with a guy called Sting. I want to compete.

: What, you want me to fight Sting?

: He's from the Los Angeles circuit. He's a star player.

Wait, you mean the random American guy we met in Japan isn't located in this exact part of America we arrived in? Surely not.

: Are you confident you can beat him?

We have the choice between yes and no.

We're going to absolutely wipe the floor with this guy. So, yes.

: There's no way I'd lose to a guy like that!

: I'll beat him easily!

That's the spirit Hiro!

: That's a lot of confidence.

: Okay, I get it, let's set up a match with Sting.

: Come to the circuit tomorrow!

*click*

: Oops, it's cut off. What an unfriendly guy.

: Today, let's prepare for tomorrow and go to bed early!