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The Brake-Breaker's Driving School
"Hello there, my name is Jeralt Reus Eisner, and I'll be your driving instructor for today."
And that was when everyone screamed. In horror.
Jeralt Reus Eisner was once known as the Brake-Breaker on the Garreg Mach racing circuit. He'd go through a new set every week, each worth more than a room of first place trophies. But his racing life ended when he met the love of his life, settled down, and started a family. They had two beautiful children, and when they started elementary school, things sped downhill fast. His wife was lost to cancer, and his auto shop caught fire not long after. His kids were brilliant, but scholarships alone wouldn't pay for all their schooling no matter what school they chose. Until the Goddess gave him one small break....
".....A driving instructor. Rhea, I'm a retired RACER, not exactly someone rich-bitch trust fund parents would trust their hormonal brats to," he grumbled into his phone. The beer he brought outside had gone warm, and he totally blamed his sister-in-law.
"Jeralt, dear, Byleth and Berith need you if they want to have a professional future. These parents are willing to pay more than $250 an hour for a famous driver to teach their children. I already have more than 10 students lined up for you!" she rebutted, her sugary sweet (fake) voice making the driver in question shudder.
"I get that, but you know how I am with the rich and famous. They'd probably get so offended by my ol' sedan, they'd call the cops," he responded. A silence followed. A long silence. Something went click on the other line. Some background muttering. And a loud bang.
"Jeralt, I will personally fund Byleth and Berith's education at the Garreg Mach University if you take these spoiled, deranged, sheltered IDIOTS out of my and Cichol's hair and TEACH THEM SOME GODDESS FORSAKEN COMMON DECENCY," Rhea...No, Seiros, hissed back, her staff probably having finally left the room. Her rage did little to ease Jeralt into the position, but a free ride for his kids was hard to say no to....
"And if these little shits wreck my car?"
"They're bringing their own. Or mom and dad's, specifically. Glad to have you on board!"