After indulging in shooting, Yvette Foster realized she had a talent for it.
The moving target was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye, requiring her to shoot based on instinct.
After becoming an ancient martial artist, the things she saw were much different from before.
Discovering this talent made Yvette reluctant to leave the place.
5 PM.
Raceway.
The cars flew by, impossible to catch.
"I've already brought two cars over."
"…"
"Your talent is good, don't let the manners of aristocratic ladies bind you."
"I'll give it a try."
She had already tried shooting, so racing was no big deal.
*
Sitting in the car interior.
Controlling the steering wheel, Yvette's hands and feet felt numb.
It was due to excitement.
"Bang!"
Yvette's car collided with Emily Lynch's, then both cars raced along the track.
"Bang bang bang!"
Yvette was completely excited.
The car's speed was pushed to the limit.
The person running the track was also an ancient martial artist.