Tokyo, past midnight, Daikokou rest area…
Blooming with life, “hashiriyas” from all around gather for another night of thrills, clubs, teams, wanderers... Everyone looks for a race, prancing around on their tuned rides. Sedans, coupes even random wagons can be found among then. In a constant movement, vehicles come and go, challenging their selves through the highway night inside…
In a place like this, it’s hard to not be swept away by the beauty of some of these machines, pure mechanical marvels capable of reaching incredible speeds. Some even named their selves after this attribute, going great lengths to uphold and prove it. Within time, legends on these city tracks appeared, names started to be made. And everything followed its natural flow…
Till they appeared…
Team [Tokyo’s Fastest]…
Like a tidal wave they invaded, armed impeccable exotics that were tuned to the near perfection, they attacked with an unstoppable force, moving over anything that opposed them. From the weakest to the strongest, everyone was crushed under their almighty speed and sleazy tactics, till only the very best were left. But that wasn’t enough to impede them from claiming the rest area as their domain. Everyone who entered there could feel who owned the place, and soon they would be all paying respects to them.
Except for one guy…
He never showed any respect other than simple politeness towards the other racers, usually showing up at very unusual hours, he would be often seen coming to the rest area when most of the people would be going home, making the visitors of the area almost unaware of his presence. He would come, park, get 2 cans of iced coffee from one of the machines and head back to the highway… just to come hours later, from then he would vanish again. Normally, this wouldn’t be something to catch anyone’s attention if it wasn’t for his car.
Dark Sakura was the name of its color, a shade of red that felt like having a demon enshrined on it. The body, crafted from an old C73A Mitsubishi Mirage Coupe body, was turned into a speedy truck, which was an impressive yet strange sight to common onlookers, more so the bolted on wide fender flares. The rear held an aero setup capable of holding a small plane on the ground, yet was subtle with a low profile shaped wing and custom designed air diffuser. Whereas on the front, huge air intakes were responsible from feeding air to the enormous and apparent intercooler and front brakes, being the last ones carefully fitted on Advan Racing RS rims prancing Advan A048 racing tires…
But as expected, even thou he would show up when almost no one was around, with car’s looks, people would be often draw to it. People interested into knowing what he was packing, how fast he was, or even wanting to challenge him, but with polite answers, all those questions were denied for their answers, within time, they realized that even thou he was surrounded by mystery, he was just another guy trying to enjoy himself and his ride, so they let him be…
But not those guys…
To [Tokyo’s Fastest] he was saw as a threat. This was their new domain, a place where they would dictate the rules, and, having someone whose power was unknown to them was unacceptable threat. So soon they started harassing him, scouting the guy up and down the highway, challenging him… but whenever they meet, he would deny it, take the first highway exit, and disappear for the rest of the night.
This was driving them nuts. Attention started to be draw to it. Everybody wanted to know who was the guy whose [Tokyo’s Fastest] wanted to race so bad… with that, more and more people started chasing him on the highway, trying to discover why he was so special… everyday he would have to dodge waves and waves or challengers, slowly taking away his pleasure of driving… until it happened…
No one knew how to explain it, or how it even happened, on the middle of the night a challenge was finally accepted, and a race ensued. [Tokyo’s Fastest] would finally have their answers; people would have their show…
But… whose show would it be…
Blooming with life, “hashiriyas” from all around gather for another night of thrills, clubs, teams, wanderers... Everyone looks for a race, prancing around on their tuned rides. Sedans, coupes even random wagons can be found among then. In a constant movement, vehicles come and go, challenging their selves through the highway night inside…
In a place like this, it’s hard to not be swept away by the beauty of some of these machines, pure mechanical marvels capable of reaching incredible speeds. Some even named their selves after this attribute, going great lengths to uphold and prove it. Within time, legends on these city tracks appeared, names started to be made. And everything followed its natural flow…
Till they appeared…
Team [Tokyo’s Fastest]…
Like a tidal wave they invaded, armed impeccable exotics that were tuned to the near perfection, they attacked with an unstoppable force, moving over anything that opposed them. From the weakest to the strongest, everyone was crushed under their almighty speed and sleazy tactics, till only the very best were left. But that wasn’t enough to impede them from claiming the rest area as their domain. Everyone who entered there could feel who owned the place, and soon they would be all paying respects to them.
Except for one guy…
He never showed any respect other than simple politeness towards the other racers, usually showing up at very unusual hours, he would be often seen coming to the rest area when most of the people would be going home, making the visitors of the area almost unaware of his presence. He would come, park, get 2 cans of iced coffee from one of the machines and head back to the highway… just to come hours later, from then he would vanish again. Normally, this wouldn’t be something to catch anyone’s attention if it wasn’t for his car.
Dark Sakura was the name of its color, a shade of red that felt like having a demon enshrined on it. The body, crafted from an old C73A Mitsubishi Mirage Coupe body, was turned into a speedy truck, which was an impressive yet strange sight to common onlookers, more so the bolted on wide fender flares. The rear held an aero setup capable of holding a small plane on the ground, yet was subtle with a low profile shaped wing and custom designed air diffuser. Whereas on the front, huge air intakes were responsible from feeding air to the enormous and apparent intercooler and front brakes, being the last ones carefully fitted on Advan Racing RS rims prancing Advan A048 racing tires…
But as expected, even thou he would show up when almost no one was around, with car’s looks, people would be often draw to it. People interested into knowing what he was packing, how fast he was, or even wanting to challenge him, but with polite answers, all those questions were denied for their answers, within time, they realized that even thou he was surrounded by mystery, he was just another guy trying to enjoy himself and his ride, so they let him be…
But not those guys…
To [Tokyo’s Fastest] he was saw as a threat. This was their new domain, a place where they would dictate the rules, and, having someone whose power was unknown to them was unacceptable threat. So soon they started harassing him, scouting the guy up and down the highway, challenging him… but whenever they meet, he would deny it, take the first highway exit, and disappear for the rest of the night.
This was driving them nuts. Attention started to be draw to it. Everybody wanted to know who was the guy whose [Tokyo’s Fastest] wanted to race so bad… with that, more and more people started chasing him on the highway, trying to discover why he was so special… everyday he would have to dodge waves and waves or challengers, slowly taking away his pleasure of driving… until it happened…
No one knew how to explain it, or how it even happened, on the middle of the night a challenge was finally accepted, and a race ensued. [Tokyo’s Fastest] would finally have their answers; people would have their show…
But… whose show would it be…
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