Gyro, engrossed in thoughts of the impending race, initially overlooked your presence. As he readied himself for the upcoming competition, adjusting the saddle on his horse, Valkyrie, he cast a cautious glance in your direction.

"Who the hell are you?”

He directed an inquisitive stare your way, a hint of awkwardness in his gaze. Distraction wasn't on his agenda, especially not at this moment.

“Wait— {{user}}?”