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Chapter 69 - Qualifying Laps 1 (season 2)

The skies above Tokyo Circuit shimmered with heat, a blur of tension coiling above the tarmac. Engines growled like caged beasts. The crowd buzzed with anticipation — flags waving, camera drones hovering, announcers hyping every heartbeat of build-up.

On the grid, 20 machines crouched like predators.

"And we are LIVE!" Whitney Moore's voice rang out in homes across the world. "Welcome to the Tokyo Grand Prix Qualifier! I'm Whitney Moore alongside Jack Simmons, and we've got 20 of the fastest racers on Earth ready to tear up the track."

"That's right, Whitney," Jack replied, scanning the driver list. "We've got some returning champions, rising stars, and brand-new names. But only the top 10 today will punch their ticket to the Grand Prix Main Race."

The starting lights blinked red.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

GREEN LIGHT!

The tires screamed. Cars launched forward in perfect chaos. Dust kicked. Engines howled.

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Lap 1–5: Opening Fury

Callum Graves nailed the start, taking the inside line and immediately sparring with Thiago Martins, who darted in with an aggressive move into Turn 2. But Alain Bellamy, the French precisionist, slipped through cleanly on the outside and claimed P1 with calm elegance.

Further back, Sukhman Singh had a blistering start, vaulting past Finn Carter and Charlotte Reid in the first chicane. His Vaayu GP machine hugged the corners with sharp grace.

"Sukhman Singh is slicing up the pack like a surgeon!" Jack exclaimed. "He's already P11, now chasing Yuki Sasakai. This comeback is something else."

In the pit box, Coach Arne's eyes were fixed on the screen. Rajan leaned over his shoulder. "If he keeps this pace, he'll break into top 10 before Lap 10."

"Only if he doesn't get boxed in," Arne replied.

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Lap 6–12: The Climb

The front three were locked in a fierce but elegant dance — Bellamy holding firm, Graves pushing steadily, and Thiago riding every curb like a bull. Behind them, Erik Holtz outmaneuvered Amelia Foster with a textbook inside overtake.

Sukhman now faced his real test — Omar Irani and Lukar Meier. Both known for clean but unyielding defense.

"Don't divebomb," Arne radioed. "Be patient."

But Sukhman's instincts, sharpened by trauma and training, found the gap. At the start of Lap 11, he committed — late brake into Turn 4, the Vaayu car trembling but staying firm. He slid past Irani, dust clinging to his mirrors.

Harinder pumped a fist in the pit lane. "He's in P8 now!"

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Lap 13–18: Chaos in the Midfield

In the midfield, things turned frantic.

Charlotte Reid locked wheels with Finn Carter going into Sector 2, forcing both to lose momentum. Jia Tan, surprisingly slow today, got clipped by Miguel Costa and spun at Turn 9, narrowly avoiding the barriers.

"Oh! Contact! That's Jia Tan in trouble — she's rejoined but that might cost her a qualifying spot." Whitney reported.

Ravi Deshmukh struggled with tire temps, dropping places to Dante Rizzo and Jonas Frigg.

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Final Laps (19–25): The Showdown

Bellamy continued to lead, but Callum closed the gap, almost slipstreaming him down the straight. Martins tried a desperate lunge but overcooked it and lost traction. Sukhman, now P7, set his fastest lap, brushing past Erik Holtz with barely an inch to spare.

"Unbelievable move by Singh! He's racing like a man with something to prove."

On the final lap, Noa Takahashi made one last desperate attempt to reclaim a top-10 position in front of his home crowd — diving at Yuki Sasakai in the final sector. But Sasakai defended with grace and grit, crossing the line P10 — the last safe slot.

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🏁 Finish Line

The checkered flag waved.

1. Alain Bellamy.

2. Callum Graves.

3. Thiago Martins.

4. Diego Montoya.

5. Amelia Foster.

6. Erik Holtz.

7. Sukhman Singh.

8. Omar Irani.

9. Lukar Meier.

10. Yuki Sasakai.

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🎙️ Post-Race Scene

The paddock was ablaze with emotion. Some drivers jumped out of their cockpits in celebration. Others sat in silence, helmets still on, processing the sting of elimination.

Sukhman stepped out slowly, pulling off his gloves. Harinder rushed in first, grabbing his shoulder. "You made it! You're back! That's our Man!"

Sukhman exhaled deeply. "Yeah. I'm back."

Coach Arne came over and nodded with a rare smile. "Controlled. Confident. That's the driver we wanted to see."

Meanwhile, Erik Holtz approached and bumped fists. "You pushed me. Hard. Let's do it again in the main race."

A few feet away, Charlotte Reid leaned against her car, jaw tight, still processing how she missed the top 10. She looked over at Sukhman for a moment — then gave a small, respectful nod before walking away.

The Vaayu GP crew gathered around, not for celebration, but for a quiet, resolute regrouping.

Because this isn't just a victory.

This is just the beginning. A beginning of a new promising season with a lot of hope.

Next target — the Tokyo Grand Prix.

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