Racing Hearts

Rosehip had always been captivated by the allure of speed. Whether it was the thundering charge of her Crusader tank across the battlefield in Sensha-dō matches or the exhilarating rush of racing her bike down country roads, she was addicted to the feeling of the wind in her hair, the world blurring past as she pushed her limits. Speed wasn't just a thrill for her-it was life itself.

St. Gloriana Girls' College, known for its prestigious Sensha-dō team, had been invited to showcase their tanks at an upcoming Formula 1 event. The idea was simple: bring a bit of history and tradition to the glamorous world of motorsport by pitting tanks against race cars in a symbolic display of the evolution of speed and power. It was a publicity stunt, of course, but for Rosehip, it was an opportunity she couldn't pass up.

While the rest of her team seemed content to focus on the formalities of the event, Rosehip's mind was racing at full speed with thoughts of the cars, the track, and the drivers. She wasn't just going to watch from the sidelines-she was determined to get up close and personal with the world of Formula 1.

And there was one driver, in particular, who had captured her attention.

karl "Ace" Fletcher.

He was an up-and-coming star in the racing world, known for his aggressive driving style and fearless maneuvers. Much like Rosehip, Ace had a reputation for taking risks that others wouldn't dare. His tendency to go for daring overtakes and push his car to the very edge of its limits had earned him both admiration and criticism in equal measure.

Rosehip had been following his career for months, watching races online and reading articles about his latest exploits on the track. She found herself drawn to him, not just because of his skills, but because he seemed to embody the very spirit of speed that she loved so much.

And now, she was about to meet him in person.