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As the excitement of the race began to ebb, the racers dispersed, each finding their own way to unwind.
Serena and Lillie found a quiet spot to sit and chat, their conversation drifting towards plans for a future showcase they had been discussing.
Miku, sprawled out in the grass, gazed up at the sky, lost in her own thoughts as she basked in the warmth of the sun.
Meanwhile, Nina and Chloe took a moment to hydrate, sipping water and exchanging lighthearted banter about their race strategies.
Amidst the tranquility, Pojo, now alone in the changing room, removed her helmet, revealing a cascade of dark brown hair. With a quick change into a sleek racing dress, she emerged once more.
"Hey everyone, I'll be right back," Pojo announced as she stepped out, her voice now unaltered.
"OK!" came the chorus of replies from her companions.
In the changing room, Pojo took a deep breath, a nervous energy coursing through her veins. As she emerged, Miku's sharp eyes caught sight of the transformation.
"Wait! You're a girl!?" Miku exclaimed, surprise evident in her voice.
Pojo smiled wryly, her secret now revealed. "Yup."
Lillie, ever observant, couldn't help but inquire, "But what about your voice?"
Pojo tapped a small device nestled in her ear. "Voice changer," she explained succinctly.
The revelation sparked curiosity among the group. Serena, intrigued, leaned forward. "So, why the disguise?" she asked, her eyes glinting with curiosity.
Pojo hesitated for a moment, the weight of her secret hanging in the air. "I wanted to level the playing field," she admitted. "As a girl in a male-dominated sport, I felt it necessary to conceal my identity."
Chloe nodded in understanding, a newfound respect for Pojo evident in her expression. "That's pretty smart," she remarked, admiration coloring her tone.
Nina, always one to probe deeper, chimed in with her own question. "But what made you organize this racing league?"
Pojo's gaze softened, a hint of vulnerability shining through. "I wanted to create something extraordinary," she confessed. "A place where talented racers like yourselves could push the limits and discover the thrill of competition."
As the racers absorbed Pojo's words, a sense of camaraderie and understanding settled over the group. The break offered a moment of reflection and bonding, strengthening the ties that bound them together as they awaited the next thrilling stage of the race.

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As the excitement of the race began to ebb, the racers dispersed, each finding their own way to unwind.
Serena and Lillie found a quiet spot to sit and chat, their conversation drifting towards plans for a future showcase they had been discussing.
Miku, sprawled out in the grass, gazed up at the sky, lost in her own thoughts as she basked in the warmth of the sun.
Meanwhile, Nina and Chloe took a moment to hydrate, sipping water and exchanging lighthearted banter about their race strategies.
Amidst the tranquility, Pojo, now alone in the changing room, removed her helmet, revealing a cascade of dark brown hair. With a quick change into a sleek racing dress, she emerged once more.
"Hey everyone, I'll be right back," Pojo announced as she stepped out, her voice now unaltered.
"OK!" came the chorus of replies from her companions.
In the changing room, Pojo took a deep breath, a nervous energy coursing through her veins. As she emerged, Miku's sharp eyes caught sight of the transformation.
"Wait! You're a girl!?" Miku exclaimed, surprise evident in her voice.
Pojo smiled wryly, her secret now revealed. "Yup."
Lillie, ever observant, couldn't help but inquire, "But what about your voice?"
Pojo tapped a small device nestled in her ear. "Voice changer," she explained succinctly.
The revelation sparked curiosity among the group. Serena, intrigued, leaned forward. "So, why the disguise?" she asked, her eyes glinting with curiosity.
Pojo hesitated for a moment, the weight of her secret hanging in the air. "I wanted to level the playing field," she admitted. "As a girl in a male-dominated sport, I felt it necessary to conceal my identity."
Chloe nodded in understanding, a newfound respect for Pojo evident in her expression. "That's pretty smart," she remarked, admiration coloring her tone.
Nina, always one to probe deeper, chimed in with her own question. "But what made you organize this racing league?"
Pojo's gaze softened, a hint of vulnerability shining through. "I wanted to create something extraordinary," she confessed. "A place where talented racers like yourselves could push the limits and discover the thrill of competition."
As the racers absorbed Pojo's words, a sense of camaraderie and understanding settled over the group. The break offered a moment of reflection and bonding, strengthening the ties that bound them together as they awaited the next thrilling stage of the race.