Hashiriya (Volume 4): Final Chapter & Epilogue Posted! (31/7/11)

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^ Actually, it's available in black at the dealership. If you want to go for authenticity, the official name of the colour is "Berlina Black".

P.S. It may help if anyone coming to the meet had a headset, because typing things out will take way longer.

If you were wondering, I am still first in line to be in this:sly:
I also have a headset. Do you?
 
^ Don't worry, machate, I have a headset too.
 
Chapter 10 - Kicking The Hornets' Nest​

Date: May 23rd, 2011
Location: Tokyo, Japan

Scar was watching his team-mates snort cocaine as his phone rang.
"Mushi mushi?"
"Please forgive me!" pleaded Kuro.
"You pathetic piece of 🤬. You lost, didn't you? Was it to the bitch in the Sileighty?"
"No..."
"That road is Soichiro Yamada's home turf. Did you lose to his well-tuned Integra?"
"No..."
"Mayumi Fushida was there. As much as I hate women drivers, she has humiliated us before. Was it her?"
"It was Seiichi Oka, and now he has my Impreza!"
"What the 🤬? I thought that fat 🤬 could only drive in video games!"
"Me too! He must think he's playing one of those PC sims!"
"Is Shingo beaten, too?"
"No, he's going to race now. He's just left the PD Oil station on Route 231. The Sileighty is tailing him."
"A Sileighty...that girl watches too much Initial D."
Scar hung up. He heard the doorbell ring.
"Stay here." He then turned to his goons. "If it's the pigs, you know where the guns are." The goons nodded. They're too coked off their heads to feel fear. Maybe armies should give their soldiers cocaine to prepare them for war.
Scar peered out of the eyehole in the door. "Who's there?" he asked.
"I'm here to drop off the delivery."
"What delivery?" Scar was suspicious.
"That car you sent to us to tune."
A goon showed up in the hall, pulling back a large German Shepherd.
"Boss, Tojo here will maim any pig that tries to come in."
"That won't be necessary. And besides, Tojo will barely make a dent in a S.W.A.T. team's gear."
"What are you saying?" asked the delivery man.
"Nothing, just...give me a second..." Scar opened the door by about 10cm. "Pass the keys through the opening." The delivery man duly obeyed, and left after awkwardly waiting a minute or so for some form of thanks.
My secret weapon has arrived. No-one can claim that Hondas don't belong on the highways any more!

Location: Route 231, Nisumo Plains

There was an air of giddy excitement surrounding the start line of the track and the PD Oil station. The reverse course record had been beaten tonight by someone who hadn't even 20 runs on the track to their name. Seiichi Oka was, for the first time in about 8 years, surrounded by women.
This has to be the best night of the life...
It wasn't hard to see that he too was giddy. And me? I'm nervous. If I lose, Seiichi will be forever humiliated on the Internet. He'll never be able to live it down.

And that's why I have to win this - for him.
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"Whoah!" announced one fan at the starting line. "They're rolling up now!"
"A rolling start...that's a bit different from the race between the GD Impreza and the Evo 5," pondered another.
"So, little girl, how come you're so cocky? A Sileighty will never catch up with the supreme machine that is a brand new Subaru Impreza WRX STi Sedan. You might as well turn back now."
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Unknown to me, Shingo was going slightly faster than me around the bend. He was inching away.
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And then, as soon as he went over the start line, he floored it.
"No obvious cheating required. I'm willing to bet that you won't even finish within 10 seconds of this Impreza."
I radioed into Seiichi and Mayumi at the gas station that I have nicknamed "base camp."
"What modifications does the Impreza have?"
"Softer, grippier tyres. That's it. It's a good thing your car has the same grade of tyre," replied Mayumi.
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Even though I had air-con, I didn't use it. Every last horsepower counted in this duel.
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"Huh? There's no smoke from the Sileighty's rear tyres? What the hell?"
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This is where Seiichi passed Kuro. I have no chance of repeating his feat at this stage.
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"4WD, semi-slick Bridgestones, and 300hp...this car just needs a few modifications to dominate on the touges."
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"Heh...I think I'll play a bit with my prey. There's no harm in doing that."
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"Try what you may, little girl, this Impreza is, coupled with these thin roads, unstoppable and unpassable!"
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"A little understeer...no worries. The computers soon tame that."
"This must be what it would be like to face Hiroto's R32..."
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"It's wide, it's 4WD, it has at least 300hp..."
"The hatchback didn't impress me one bit. Or should I say, 'Imprezz'? The sedan model is much better. It reminds me of my GC Impreza that I had before I bought this."
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Unknowingly, the pressure I was applying was making Shingo subconsciously drive harder. This meant that he was much closer to his full powers than he thought he was.
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"As usual...he runs away on the straights..."
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"Heh...Seiichi Oka, prepare to be forever humiliated."
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"Come on Sileighty, there's some corners up next!"
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"OK, just toy around with her a little more. Then, I'll drive serious."
Back at base camp, Mayumi and Seiichi wondered about my chances.
"She has driver skill going for her, and that suspension kit seems to perfectly fit her driving style."
"Shingo likes to taunt his victims, both when he's bullying and when he's racing. I think he's probably driving at something like 60% pace right now."
"Isn't there a video feed for Miyu's Sileighty?"
"No, I only have it installed for the Evo and Daisuke's new Mirage."
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"Is she closer? No, she can't be. Maybe I'll just increase my pace a little."
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Shingo then got the shock of his life.
I don't feel any faster...was I driving at maximum pace WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING IT?!
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Shingo barely stopped the Impreza from being wrapped around a lone tree.
"It'd sure suck to win by default..."
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"...Seeing as I'm right up his bumper now."
"Oh my God...I must block her to keep her behind me. That's the only way I'll even have a hope of winning..."
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I decided to go around the outside to scare him slightly.
"Jesus! Around the outside! Come on, Impreza, you piece of junk! GO FASTER!!!"
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"I CAN'T SHAKE HER!!!"
Mayumi contacted me over the radio.
"Miyu, status update?"
"I'm up his bumper!"
"Holy Master Chief's face!"
"What is it?"
"Miyu, Shingo cannot, I repeat, CANNOT withstand sustained pressure!"
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The spectators dived away from the roadside as Shingo fought to keep the Impreza out of the fields around the track.
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Shingo gasped as I drew alongside. I gave him a cheeky wave.
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"This can't be happening...this must be a nightmare..."
"That's it...run away in the straights. In the corners, this Sileighty will become impossible to keep behind you..."
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Under braking, the Sileighty was showing its strength.
"Damned driftnut car..."
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But, under pressure, Shingo went wide.
"NO!!!"
At "base camp," Kuro couldn't listen to the radio.
"This has gone...so horribly wrong..."
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"Come on Sileighty!"
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"Damned Impreza! I've wasted my money!"
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"Not even the straights will save me...from here on in, there's no long straights for this machine to stretch its legs."
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On the short uphill section, the Impreza caught up thanks to its power and torque advantages.
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Shingo was shaking as he drew up alongside me.
"Now or never, Imprezza..."
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I felt that I was at more than 100% throttle as I duelled with Shingo.
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"Another late braking contest, I guess..."
And we know how poorly Shingo did in the last one...
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"NO!!!"
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Although Shingo had evaded a major disaster, he was out of the running.
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A lower-ranking member of the 3 Diamonds team stood at the finish line.
"Sasaki-san, are they close?"
"I hear 2 exhaust notes Fushida-chan. I couldn't see the penultimate corner, but I heard a loud roar from that area."
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"I see a set of headlights!"
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"Holy crap, it's that Sileighty!"
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I pulled the handbrake as I crossed the finish line.
"VICTORY!!!"

*-----*
"You know the deal, gentlemen. I want to see you at my apartment at 10am tomorrow morning. Me, Daisuke and Miyu will be partying hard to celebrate our victory, so a clean-up crew will be much appreciated...:sly:"
"Whatever, you fat bastard."
"I'd watch your mouth, Kuro. This fat bastard-"
"Oh, thanks for that Miyu," muttered Seiichi sarcastically.
"As I was saying, this fat bastard kicked your ass. So, you have no right to address him like that."
"And, I think it would be wise to hand over those pink slips."
"But...these cars have cost us so much..."
"What are your jobs?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"We're semi-pro race drivers."
"And besides that?"
"I'm day shift manager at the Esso station near Route 246..."
"I'm a paid intern at an engineering company."
"Would you be able to buy your cars back?"
"Yes..."
"Right, then we want money wired into our bank accounts. 1.6 million for the '02 GD, 3.2 million for the '11 GR Sedan."
Kuro and Shingo dejectedly took out their chequebooks, and handed us the finished cheques.
"Can we have our cars back?"
"Not yet, I don't want to cash a bounced cheque, do I?"
"How do we get back home?"
"There's a bus stop 2 kilometres down the road. I think they might do routes into Tokyo."
Some members of the 3 Diamonds team brought the Imprezas to a storage facility until Kuro and Shingo's cheques cleared. We returned to the apartment at 11:30pm. I collapsed on my bed and was out like a lamp.

Special thanks to Daniel for his role as Shingo!
 
Hmm, looks good. I jumped ship from GT5 to TDU2 a while ago, so i'll try to do a new chapter for Queen of Speed and get back to GT5.
 
Chapter 11 - Not Amused​

Date: May 24th, 2011
Location: Tokyo, Japan
It was 3am. As 3 Diamonds were away at Nisumo Plains, Special Stage Route 7 was quiet that night. There were a few duels between the usual crowd of Skylines, RX-7s and Supras. The festivities had since died down, and there was only one car on track at that time - a Ferrari F430.

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"Ah, the Ferrari F430...such a beautiful machine!" exclaimed its Italian driver, Carlo.
"Yellow trash..." muttered its passenger, a woman that the driver picked up in a nightclub.
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The exhaust burbled as Carlo pushed the accelerator further.
"These seats are so uncomfortable..." complained the passenger.

They were unaware of a terrifying monster which was gaining fast.
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"Mama mia! 250km/h! Try doing this in a Skyline!"
"250?" The passenger was now fully alert.
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Did I see a pair of headlights from the on-ramp? pondered the driver. Probably some punk in a Skyline.
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Carlo's attention returned to his speedometer.
"Wow! 300km/h!"
"Oh my God! This is crazy!"
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But again, Carlo's attention drifted to the pair of headlights in his rear-view mirror.
That can't be a Skyline. It's probably a GT-R R35.
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"Carlo...what's that approaching us?"
"I don't know Kimiko, I think it's probably a McLaren MP4-12C, or a Gallardo. Anything Japanese surely can't keep up with a pedigree machine like the F430."
Kimiko, his passenger, frowned. Ever heard of the LF-A? she thought.
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"320km/h! Faster, my beautiful prancing stallion, faster!!!"
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But then, he saw the glare of headlights in his mirrors.
"WHAT THE 🤬!" he screamed.
"Ah, another retard in a Ferrari. Time to put this prancing horse down," said the monster's driver.
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The monster seemed to vanish in Carlo's rear-view mirror. Carlo was completely fixated on it.
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He looked to his left, and there it was! The monster was side by side with him!
"That's not a McLaren...not a Porsche...not a Lamborghini...what is that thing!"
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The monster barely needed to slow down for the upcoming corner.
"It looks like a GT car!" remarked Carlo.
"Surely that can't be road legal?" asked Kimiko.
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The monster came within touching distance of the wall.
"This car is unstoppable...no one will mock its badge now..."
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The Ferrari got into the monster's slipstream. It easily coasted to 330km/h, and was still climbing.
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Carlo was rapidly closing the gap.
"That's it, Ferrari! Show them who's boss!"
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Carlo and the monster were, again, neck and neck.
"340km/h! Carlo, this is way too fast!"
"Please, Kimiko, I'm an expert at this!"
The Ferrari's V8 was overheating. But the monster's engine temperature was pretty much normal.
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Carlo edged ahead. But then...
"NO! NOT THE REV LIMITER!"
The engines revs plummeted, and the Ferrari slowed down marginally.
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Once more, the monster pulled ahead. The scary thing was...it didn't need a draft this time.
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The monster was now approaching 340km/h. The Ferrari could only do this in a slipstream.
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The two cars hit the brakes heading into the U-turn point.
I've never seen anything like it. It has the power to overtake the King of Kings, a Ferrari, and yet it's light enough to brake so late!
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Carlo watched the monster speed off into the distance. The monster's SuperGT-like aerodynamics made the Ferrari look like a snail in the corners.
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Carlo fought oversteer as he made his way around the corner.
"Face it Carlo...you've lost him."
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Carlo could only watch. The monster had escaped from his clutches.
"This is only a test run...I have much more powerful fish to fry."
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"Ferraris are useless. They have no place on the highways. They are only meant to look pretty. This monster will become an urban legend. I don't need to fight Evos or Imprezas any more. Skylines and Supras are a much more attractive prey."
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Carlo felt deeply rejected.
"Just drop me off home, Carlo," requested Kimiko, "and don't think there's anything more than that."
Great. First I let this monster get away, the next thing I let this beautiful woman get away!

Over the next week, rumours circulated. Carlo uploaded an in-car video of the race to YouTube, and the video, "Black Monster Defeats F430," had over 20,000 hits by the Saturday after the encounter.

Date: May 31st, 2011
Location: Tokyo, Japan
"Why do you need so much groceries?" asked Shingo.
"These are for our office. We're running low on supplies." replied Seiichi. Seiichi was getting a kick out of bossing around his former tormentors.
"And we haven't gotten our apology cake yet," I added.
"I can't bake for 🤬," said Kuro.
"Yeah, baking is for chicks-"
"One more sexist remark, Shingo, and I'll superkick you. Do you know what a superkick is?"
"You couldn't if you tried."
"Oh really?" I aimed my foot at his chin, and stopped just short of it. He was frozen in fear.
"I stand corrected."
Daisuke emerged from the office supplies store. "Hey! Kuro!" yelled Daisuke. "There's some bags in there I want you to carry."
Kuro trudged his way to the shop. Daisuke approached us.
"Hey, Miyu, there's a video I want to show you." He pulled his iPhone out of his pocket. I watched a 3-minute clip of a Ferrari being decimated by some black coupe which resembled a SuperGT car.
"I've seen it. And I know what the monster is."
Daisuke and Seiichi looked shocked. Shingo just looked distracted and wasn't paying attention to the video.
"What is it?!" they asked in unison.
"Well, it's a car that appears in Gran Turismo 5."
"And?"
"It's Japanese."
"Yes?"
"In stock form, it has a naturally-aspirated straight-4."
"What else?"
"It's not actually a race car."
"A car that's Japanese, has a naturally-aspirated straight-4...it can't be a Mazda Roadster..."
"It can't be a Silvia..."
"I thought of a Toyota FT-86, but I think that's turbocharged and it isn't out yet."
"ASL Garaiya?"
"Please, I'll spare you your misery-"
I was then interrupted by a loud exhaust, and screeching tyres.
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I squinted my eyes to see what was coming around the corner.
"Is that..."
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"...a four-wheel drift?"
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The car stopped in front of us. It was a bright red Nissan Skyline GT-R R34 V-Spec II Nur.
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The exhaust rumbled. It was like a sleeping dragon just before the engine was cut off. Then the driver emerged.
"Hey Miyu," said Hiroto, "I heard you had a problem with a Honda?"

Special thanks to machate-man for his role as the "monster!"
 
YaY! Great chapter!
A Fully modded Skyline GT-R Nur gets around 750hp, while the "monster" only gets 660hp. It'l be a close race!
 
I thought Hiroto would come in a Mine's Tuned R34 in a chapter titled 'You're Mine Honda'.
 
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Chapter 12 - Godzilla vs. The Monster​

Seiichi and Daisuke were gobsmacked as my brother emerged from the Skyline.
"Whoa...Matsuda-san...I saw the Monaco GP...those overtakes..."
"Meh. I wanted a podium position, it's the best I could do on my first race there."
Hiroto turned his attention to me.
"So, you said that there was a Honda that was terrorising SSR7?"
"Yes," I said. "It's an S2000, tuned by Amuse."
"The GT-1 model?"
"Yes."
"Jesus on ice skates...you're lucky that I know how much power one of them has."
"600hp, right?"
"Correct, and it has to haul around 1,120kg."
I peered into the Skyline. There was no A/C system, no rear seats, no carpets, two bucket seats and many of the exterior panels were replaced by carbon fibre.
"Miyu, it cost me 10 million yen to tune this car to this level. The engine puts out about 630hp, and about 700 to 750Nm of torque. I don't doubt your ability to drive something like this. The weight reduction process has brought the car's weight down to 1,250kg. The rear wing is there for stability. I've done a few 'test flights,' and I can truthfully say this car can do 350km/h in a draft, which is why 6th gear is tuned so you have a bit of headroom after reaching this car's top speed when it's not in a draft."
"And how fast is that?"
"About 325-335km/h."
"Hiroto...is this the car you won off that Takanawa guy?"
"Yeah, it is. I decided to make this my own personal project during the winter break."
"Why red?"
"After racing Dmitri - the guy who chased you on Kasatori Pass - there were numerous scrapes which required a re-spray."
"Any advice on driving it?"
"The car is very user-friendly. A novice can, in theory, get this to 300km/h. Of course, if they looked at the speedometer, they would probably crap themselves." He reached into the pocket of his jacket, and pulled out a few forms and the keys to the car. "You'll need these," he said as he handed them over to me. "Just remember to bring it back in one piece."
Hiroto walked off towards the nearest train station. Daisuke ran his hand along the car's bonnet.
"So...this is Godzilla, huh?"
"Miyu...do you have any idea who drives that S2000? 'Cause I don't."
"It's obvious. It has to be Scar."
I get in the car, and fire up the RB26DETT. It creates a weird sensation. I listen to the exhaust's rumble. I press the accelerator, and the RB26's roar reverberates throughout Tokyo.
"Miyu...do you know where he might be?"
Shingo speaks up.
"He has an apartment nearby. Fatso-"
Seiichi growled.
"Don't forget my threat about a superkick."
"Sorry...what should I refer to *points at Seiichi* him as?"
"Hmm...Master of the X2010 would be good. Or 'Almighty Lv. Infinity Admin of Katana Quest' would be better."
"Fine...oh Almighty Lv. Infinity Admin of Katana Quest, can I borrow your iPhone and use its GPS programme?"
"You can, just don't run off with it or else I'll hack your bank account."
Shingo got up the address of Scar's apartment. "I'd advise a hot chick like you to bring a can of mace."
"Thanks for the tip."

Time and Date: Around 10pm, May 31st 2011
Location: Tokyo, Japan
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Scar emerged from the front door of his apartment block. Nobody dared to ask him to move his new S2000 away from the front door. Everyone feared Scar, even the landlord. Scar had always threatened to burn the building down if the landlord evicted him. Because he was so feared, he was now the only tenant remaining in the building.
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I had the can of mace in my right pocket, next to my keys. I turned off the engine.
"Who can this be?" wondered Scar out loud. I took off my helmet. It's her. I thought that crash would at least scare her off.
"You look lost. The strip club's that way."
"You would know a lot about that, wouldn't you."
Scar was taken aback by my lack of fear.
"Where are your goons? Have they abandoned you? Has some other scumbag promised them more than what you can offer?"
"What are you here for?"
"One thing, and one thing only. My Silvia. Where is it?"
"Scrapyard. It's probably been stripped for parts already. And crushed as well, so it can become half of a crappy SUV."
"Which scrapyard?"
"Why would I tell you that? Face it, you little bitch - your car is now a cube."
"Then I must avenge it. Scar Suzuki, I challenge you to a race on Special Stage Route 7!"
Scar laughed. "This almighty Honda will crush you! Do you understand that, you stupid bitch?"
"There's only one way to see what will happen, then. I think a wager of 5 million yen is in order."
Scar had a look of total shock on his face.
This S2000 has eaten almost all of my money. If I lose, I'll be bankrupt. "I think we should spice this up. If I lose, I leave Tokyo. If I win...*looks me up and down*...you'll be mine. Literally."
Oh please. I'm hardly one of those highly-religious Disney actors. Just ask Akiko and Junichi.
"You're on. We'll start at the on-ramp. The winner is the first one to cross the finish line at the bridge on the return run."
I returned to my car. As I turned onto the main street, I saw Scar back up his car's rear-right section into a wall.

Time and Date: 1am, June 1st, 2011
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My back tyres lit up as I warmed up Godzilla for this run. I was running on pure adrenaline. There was no need for Red Bull or coffee.
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I had my sights completely trained on the back of the S2000.
"I've destroyed a Ferrari. A Skyline should be no harder."
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I watched Scar's exhaust erupt. This was my signal to give chase.
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The speedometer hit 200. The adrenaline was pumping through my veins. The turbocharger hissed as I changed gears.
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The gap stretched slightly, as although the time gap was steady, the distance increased.
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This must be how Hiroto felt when he battled Miki. The stakes are different, but I'm in a Nissan fighting a Honda. Parallels can easily be drawn.
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The speedometer was now approaching 300. The engine was roaring at 7,000rpm, and the revs were still climbing.
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There was a Toyota MR-2 SW20 and an Evo 3 duelling on the other side of the guardrail.
"WHOA! THEY MUST BE DOING 300KM/H!" screamed the MR-2's passenger.
"Jeez...don't shout..." moaned the MR-2's driver.
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"That body kit must be generating a crapload of drag..."
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"Gah...I can't believe this..."
Scar was under immense pressure. He was shaken from his intense concentration by a short, sharp rattle. Nothing happened to the car, but Scar was scared half to death.
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Scar's mind was slowly unraveling.
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Using all of my might, I kept the car out of the barrier, without causing it to veer sharply.
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I slammed the brakes for the corner that took out a Type R Titan goon in the first race I had against them. The S2000's cornering speed was truly shocking.
Surely that body kit can't be road legal?
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There was an awful screeching sound as carbon fibre scraped against concrete.
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I shifted back up to 6th as I re-entered the S2000's slipstream.
Come on Godzilla!
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"You're a persistent bitch, aren't you?"
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The speedometer hit 330. I listened to the engine scream in unison with the winds.
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"I wished this thing had a boost controller, like what my brother's Formula GT car has."
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At 340km/h, the Skyline emerged from the slipstream.
"I must not panic...now it's my turn to ride the slipstream."
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We switched lanes. Scar watched his speedometer soar in the draft.
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"Come on Godzilla...this is not the end..."
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Scar's S2000 rattled again.
"What's causing that?"
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630hp is well within the limits of an RB26. The thing is, a F20C was not meant for more than 350hp. My brother thought of the Amuse S2000 as a "novelty tune," or a "dyno queen". I can't disagree with him.
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But then I remember what he said when I called him.
"The Amuse S2000 is Hideki Tanabe's masterpiece. I've driven it while reviewing it for Hot Version. We never had any engine troubles with it. So don't bet on it having a big engine blow-out."
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I slammed the brakes at the U-turn.
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I followed the Amuse S2000 closely through the turn. I picked the best possible driving line, but the Amuse S2000 had freakish, laws-of-physics-defying cornering speeds.
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"I'm still within drafting distance..."
I was shaking. I could barely keep still.
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The speedometer soared as 620 wild Japanese stallions pulled it along the straight.
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I pulled out of the draft as we entered the second tunnel.
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"This is it, little girl. Honda vs Nissan. If my old boss could see this..."
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"That NSX would've crushed that Skyline. And...it was naturally-aspirated."
The S2000 rattled again.
"The rattling...it feels like it's coming from the right rear section..."
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Suddenly, the S2000 veered to the right. For a brief moment, I thought I saw the right-rear section collapse. It didn't look like a puncture...it looked like suspension damage.
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This must be the end.
Scar made no attempt to counter-steer.
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The car smashed against the wall. With only an open-face helmet, Scar was horrifically maimed. But the G-forces were worse. They punished Scar brutally. His brain was bashed around the inside of his skull.
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Scar was now unconscious, his hands still gripping the wheel.
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The S2000 was pulverised by another wall.
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The S2000's tyres screamed out as they were dragged sideways across the tarmac.
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POW! Another wall, another broken bone for Scar.
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The car's centre of gravity shifted to the right.
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The S2000 then flipped.
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I slammed the brakes.
It doesn't matter if he's a scumbag. I'll let the cops deal with him.
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Scar was barely breathing. One lung had been punctured. 8 ribs were smashed. His spine was halfway between bone and dust. He had suffered internal bruising and hemorrhaging.
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I turned the car around, and rushed to Scar.
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I fumbled around with my harness and got out of the car, with the engine still running. I had hoped that if the Evo and MR-2 did reach us, that they would be warned with the sight of our two cars. I dialed the emergency services and asked for an ambulance to be sent over.
"Scar Suzuki...you may be a pervert, a drug dealer, and a waste of oxygen, but I should let this country's justice system decide your fate."
As soon as I saw the blue and red flashing lights of an ambulance, I left.

Time and Date: 11am, June 1st, 2011
Location: Akiko and Junichi's apartment, Tokyo, Japan
Akiko handed me the mug of coffee.
"Miyu, have you had any sleep last night?"
"No. I've just felt pure adrenaline. I feel like I'm high on it.
"Junichi's still asleep. The traffic was crazy last night. We got home at about 3:30am."
"Man, I'm sorry if I disturbed you or anything."
"What do you think will happen to SSR7?"
"I've talked to Seiichi and Daisuke about it. They think there's gonna be some huge debate on whether to keep it open. I think that Scar's accident was because of his car. He's still alive, so...they've got that to think about."
My phone rang. "Hang on for a second." I went into the bathroom. "Who's this?"
"Yamada-san. Your friend David gave me this number."
"What's this about?"
"Well, Scar's been in a crash before. That's how he got his Scar. It was on a touge, when he was 16. It completely turned him against touge racing. The windows smashed and he suffered a huge gash on his face which needed stitches."
"Do you have any idea about what injuries he suffered this morning?"
"Yes, and they're really severe. Cracked ribs, a punctured lung, a broken back and fractures in his skull."
"I wonder...what's Scar's real name?"
"I think it was Kentaro. I've got a friend who works in the offices of Tokyo's police, and he found Scar's criminal record."
"What's this call about?"
"Your Silvia is under the possession of Tokyo's police. It will be de-tuned when it's returned, but it would probably still have whatever aftermarket parts that aren't bolted on to the engine, and a stock body kit."
"I'm just glad it's safe. Domo origato, Yamada-san."
"Sayonara."

I came back to the living room of the apartment. Junichi was in a white t-shirt and underpants, with a bowl of Rice Krispies in one hand and a spoon in the other.
"Hey Miyu," he said as he ate his breakfast, "what do you say about joining us on a trip through Europe? We're thinking of leaving within a week."
"I think the change of scenery will do me some good."

Massive thanks to machate-man for his role as Scar!
 
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This is, without a doubt, THE best story I've read of GTPlanet. Hats off to you for being a great and creative writer!
P.S. Notify me if you've got any volunteer work to be done with this story. I can help, and I have a mic.
 
This is such an awesome read...Love the detailing as it draws you in.

I would like to take part if there are any spots for volunteers :)
 
I finally got around to reading this story, and I have to say I'm impressed. Do you have links to Hashiriya Volumes 1 and 2?
 
Hashiriya: Volume 4
Chapter 1: London Calling
Location: London, UK
Date: June 8th, 2011

“Miyu!” screamed Akiko.
I grunt as I wipe my eyes.
“Excuse, but plane has been here 25 minutes. Please make way to exit!” ordered a possibly Russian air hostess with really bad English standing above me.
When we made our way to the baggage reclaim area, I was still about 75% asleep. I pretty much had to be dragged everywhere by Junichi and Akiko.
“I never knew planes could fly direct from Tokyo to London…” I said drowsily.
“Actually, we stopped in Dubai for refuelling,” said Junichi.
“Whoah…what…”
“You were asleep for about…12 hours I think. You really are a heavy sleeper.”
“So where’s the rest of…” I look at the list of albums on my MP3. “You called yourselves…‘Triforced Entry'? The hell?”
“I'm a huge Legend of Zelda fan."
"*coughs* Geek! *coughs*"
"Dancing For Paraplegics just didn’t seem that great. What were we taking at that time?”
“As far as I know, the morning I saw the name of the band, I had a huge headache and an empty bottle of J.D. next to me,” answered Akiko.
“I think we were playing the ‘Hiroto’s Car Maintenance Commentary Drinking Game,’ where if anyone heard him swear, they would have to gulp down a shot. So, where‘s your bandmates?”
“Probably here already. Their flight landed in Frankfurt two days ago, and they’re doing the rest of the journey by train.” Akiko grunted as she hoisted her suitcase off of the baggage carousel. “If I find my guitar in more than one piece,” threatened Akiko, “Etihad won’t know what hit them when I sue their asses.”
“Am I expected to fill in?” I asked.
“Nah, you’re just there to look pretty and enjoy backstage privileges of hipster cafes.”
“Like what?”
“Probably a free mug of tea. I heard the English love tea.”
I changed the subject to one that was a bit more controversial. “So, I heard you appeared in a special kind of magazine.”
“Hey! ‘Beauties Of Japanese Music’ is a reputable magazine. And my parents don‘t mind.”
“Which apparently features confirming something that both me and Junichi already know. Something that would make the Jonas Bros vomit.”
Akiko retched a bit. “Please don’t mention those absolute LOSERS! And so what if I am b-”
“OK! That’s enough…” said Junichi as he lifted his guitar case off of the carousel. “I’m just glad I don’t have to read year-old issues of ‘Time’ or ‘Angler’s Journal’. I think I’ve learned everything known to man about Europe’s various species of trout.”
“Wow. I guess it was lucky for me to sleep for 12 hours.”
After getting a well-needed coffee from Starbucks (they didn’t have tea? WTF?) we headed off to our accommodation for our stay in England. The thing was, it wasn’t a nice hotel. Instead, we found ourselves outside what appears to be some middle-class 20-somethings’ compound.
“This isn’t the Ritz…or the Carlton…” I moaned.
“This is where Kamui and Toshiya are staying.” explained Junichi.
I hoisted up my luggage up 8 flights of stairs. At the top, a white guy was standing there. He was wearing a red t-shirt, jeans, slippers…and for some strange reason a top hat. He was holding a cup of tea.
“Good morning to you dear Madam!” he said in a stereotypical upper-class English voice. “Would you like a nice cup of tea?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Great,” he said in a normal English voice, “I actually don’t like tea that much. And this top hat makes me look like I vote for the Tories.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind.” He then handed me the cup of tea.
“So, what’s your name?”
“What’s yours?”
“Miyu Matsuda.”
“Stephen Osborne. Spelt S-T-E-P-H-E-N, as opposed to S-T-E-V-E-N. Do you want to come in?”
“Sure, I’ve got a 🤬-ton of stuff here.”
I entered the apartment. “Right, Miyu, here’s some ground rules. First and foremost, do you see all of those boxsets?”
“Yes?”
“Those are mine. If any DVDs are missing, you can bet your arse you’re not welcome any more. Unless it’s the “Fast and the Furious” boxset. My previous room-mate bought those DVDs on Amazon while he was high.”
“Cool,” interrupted Akiko. “Do you have a stash?”
“I’ve a friend that grows some, as a personal supply.”
“Me gusta…”
“Anyways, there’s a Suzuki Swift out the front. That is mine. I do a bit of racing in my spare time. Nothing too serious, really. Because, according to Akiko, you are a good driver, you can borrow it. At the moment, there’s a temporary racing track in London. But any repairs must be paid for by you.”
“At least I’ve some way of getting around until my S15 shows up.”
“Right-o, then, I guess I’ll show you to your rooms. I’m afraid some of you may have to share. Kamui has taken the sofa.”
I saw a blanket on a beige plush couch next to a flat-screen TV.
“Please don’t put me in the same room as Toshiya!” pleaded Junichi as he took a carton of Tropicana out of the fridge. “He has bad gas!”
“I’ve a camping bed set up near the sofa, so don’t worry.”
“Hey Jun-san,” said Kamui, “don’t worry, I don’t have gas as bad as Toshiya does.” Kamui then returned to playing on Evan’s Xbox 360.
“Any questions?” asked Stephen.
“Where do I sleep?”
“I hope you don’t mind sharing a room with your friend Akiko.”
“D’you hear that Miyu? We’re gonna be roommates!” said Akiko excitedly.
I ignore her and then say, “So, anyway, about that downtown track?”
“Well…I think there’s a race on tomorrow. I can tolerate using a bus to get to work.”

Date: June 9th, 2011
After watching a video of a lap of the track about 80 times over, I closed my laptop and placed it back into my courier bag. I then put the bag into the boot of the Suzuki.
I was then subjected to loud techno music from a Honda Civic with a licence plate saying “95-MO-6427”.
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Sitting next to it, in tracksuit bottoms, sunglasses and a t-shirt with an orangey-yellow cobra on it, was a skinny, dark-haired, pale man.
I then made the mistake of saying, “Damn, my arms hurt!” in response to all of the luggage-hauling from yesterday.
“Shtory with ya? That’s what your ma said!” said the pale man, pronouncing “s” like “sh”.
“Huh?”
“Your ma! She said…”
I tune out at this point to let the innuendoes fly over my head.
“Let’s make this interesting!” he said as he brought himself to his feet. “I win, you’ll go out with me. You win, and I’ll...ih...”
What’s up with this guy? I thought.
“How about a small bet? If I lose, I go out with you, with no restrictions on what can happen. You lose, and…how does £1,000 sound?”
“Sound as a pound!” said the pale guy.
We returned to our cars and waited for the race to start.
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“Okay, little Suzuki, just show me what you’ve got!”
I floored it as we passed the start line.
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“A Citroen? That looks like it belongs on the school run!”
“Oh, bloody hell,” exclaimed the Citroen’s driver, “my Nan owns one of those!”
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“Domo origato!”
“I bet Nan’s real smug now…”
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I hopped onto the footpath.
“It seems that this is part of the racing line…”
“Oh dear,” remarked the Citroen’s driver, “that’s not good!”
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I heard a “bing, bong” noise from my car’s radio.
“Car #5, please relinquish that position, as it has been defended by using an area which is NOT part of the race track!”
“Gah! I think Stephen would say, ‘This is bollocks!’ at this point!”
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I feel frustrated as the Citroen breezed by.
“Ta-ta mate,” said its driver.
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“Come on…you seriously can’t expect to pull away, can you?”
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My heart almost froze as I came within inches of the barrier. I think I actually scratched the left wing mirror.
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“You’re racing against a Matsuda! You can’t out-brake me!”
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“Forget it, this Citroen is too wide to get past!” taunted the Citroen’s driver.
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He had just enough of a gap to stop my efforts dead in their tracks.
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“Come on, Swift, let’s try corner exits!”
“Oh, come on! You’re having a laugh!”
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“Oh my God! Where did she get that power from?”
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Meanwhile, at the front…
“This is easier than Durkan’s ma!” exclaimed the pale guy in his Civic.
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“Don’t you dare think I’ll go easy on a Nissan…”
“Get an Autech March, they said. It will scare Civics, they said.”
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The March was a bit more challenging.
“You seem a bit faster than that guy in the Citroen…”
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We were side-by-side heading into the final corner.
“I have you now…”
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I put so much force on the brake pedal, that for a second I feared that I broke it.
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I had the inside line.
“Hang on…I think I’m on concrete again…”
Just then, a crowd member dropped their beer and spilled some on the Suzuki.
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“I’ll be back alongside you on this straight…”
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“Never mind…I’ll have enough for a new suspension after this race anyway.”
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I zeroed in on the Mercedes A-Class ahead.
“Damn, this car’s centre of gravity makes it crap for racing!”
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The Civic’s driver was shocked at my progress.
“JAYSUS! SHE WASN’T THIS CLOSE AT THE START!”
No 🤬, Sherlock.
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I take great care not to run over the footpath this time around.
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I had better traction out of the first corner than the A-Class.
“That’s it, I’m done. That Civic is doomed.”
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I pulled ahead using the 120 horses available.
“Sayonara!”
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The Civic was getting closer to my car’s front end.
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“OK, let’s do this Swift-ly!”
I suck at puns. :indiff:
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I gave him precious breathing room as I locked up at Haymarket-Charles II corner.
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“I’ve still got one more lap after this…”
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I scrambled over the footpath at Charles II-Regent corner, taking special care to at least keep 2 wheels off of it.
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There was sweat dripping out of the pale Civic driver’s body.
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“Please tell me that isn’t the Indian food from last night!”
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“THAT HAS TO BE ILLEGAL! LIKE THE SHTUFF I SELL AROUND CASTLETOWN!”
Actually, since I wasn’t on the inside, I was allowed to use the footpath this time.
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A photographer took a picture of the moment the Swift pulled ahead.
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The Civic was done and dusted.
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“And now for Lap 3!”
The Civic’s driver had nothing to answer back with. He had gambled on keeping me behind, and lost.
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With no traffic in front of me, I was able to relax and drive at what I felt was a good pace.
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The Civic was now faced with a Mini Cooper, which, like myself, had stormed through the field, but from 7th.
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The Cooper S was grinding the cracked-up Civic driver into dust.
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Their little battle was so fascinating, I ran wide as I watched my rear-view mirrors.
“Whoah! I am NOT losing by default!”
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I paid more attention to the road, and kept the Suzuki out of the barrier.
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I won convincingly. The £2,500 1st place prize, and the pale guy’s £1,000 were mine.

*-----*
“So, is the damage bad?” I asked.
“No,” replied Stephen, “it’s fine.”
“Great-”
Akiko arrived to disturb the peace.
“Hey Stephen, the DVD case for ‘Peep Show’ series 1 is missing.”
"You came outside just to tell Stephen his DVD case is missing?"
“Don't worry, it’s in my room. I’ll go get it.” Stephen then left.
“So…any plans for tomorrow...roommate?” I said awkwardly.
 
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Chapter 2: 100% Chance of Rain​

Date: 11th of June, 2011
Location: Suzuka, Japan

Hiroto switched on the TV. He flicked through the channels, while checking his e-mails.
"Let's see...game show...game show...game show...repeat of Hot Version...scantily clad anime girls...news-"
The news programme suddenly caught his attention. He noticed the name "Dmitri Petrov" on the screen.
"Dmitri Petrov, a member of a feared criminal organisation, woke up from his coma today. Petrov is currently quadriplegic, and doctors have said there is no chance of him attempting to escape his lightly guarded room in Nagoya Central Hospital. He has brain damage but can still form coherent sentences. He had stated that he is prepared to give evidence against his former gang, in exchange for being allowed to leave Japan."
"At least he can't chase anyone while firing bullets out of the driver's window anymore..." muttered Hiroto as he read an e-mail from GT World magazine asking for an interview.
"Petrov has stated that he wishes to return to his native Russia for his last days."

Date: 12th of June, 2011
Location: London, UK


Stephen looked sort of dejected when he returned from his balcony. He was attempting to cook "brunch" on his barbecue, but the wet weather put an end to that.
"Well, that sucks," said Akiko. "Where's that damned Domino's menu?!"
"I don't think Domino's is open at 11am," said Stephen. He then turned to me. "Oh, Miyu, there's been an invite in the post for you. The GT Association is hosting a round of the Lexus Racing Invitationals, and-"
"Some team wants me to race for them?" I asked excitedly.
"No, you're in a race on the 'undercard', something to warm up the crowds. The race is at Merchant Park, which is about a 50 minute drive from here. It's a simple enough track."
"Riiiiiight...and what will I drive?"
"The Swift, of course."

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I looked at the sky as I positioned the Swift onto the grid. Because I was racing in a Suzuki, the event organisers didn't let me use my regular racing suit, but an arbitrary one for Suzuki drivers.
Great. I'm racing with the name of my former nemesis printed on my suit.
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The wheels struggled for grip as the lights went green.
What kind of tyres are my opponents using?
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I watched my opponents speed away.
Are they using wet racing tyres? I'm on these damned road tyres, meant for dull sedans!
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I'm glad these windscreen wipers are working. I'm almost blind with this damned mist!
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I slammed the brakes going into turn 1. A Mazda MX-5 had left a wide gap.
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But then, a moment of indecision of whether or not to use that gap allowed the MX-5 to hold on to 11th.
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I pressed the accelerator hard in my duel with the MX-5.
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I took the outside line, and the MX-5 got held up by a Vitz/Yaris.
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I went to the left of another MX-5.
The Suzuki's front-heavy body seems like it's providing a lot of traction for the front wheels. The MX-5's balanced body is putting it at a disadvantage.
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"Maybe moving to the left will put her off..." thought the red MX-5's driver out loud.
"I've been on grass many times before..."
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"Bloody hell! She's mental!"
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The Autech March was next to fall.
"Oh great, the battle of the souped-up grannymobiles!"
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A moment of wheelspin for the March forced him to back out.
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"I think I remember you from that race in London..."
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"Goddamned mist!"
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"Where's she gone?" wondered the driver of the white Vitz/Yaris.
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"Damn it! She tricked me!"
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But then, I knocked the transmission back into 1st by accident.
"NO!!! This is how Hiroto's S14's engine blew!"
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The Vitz/Yaris ran away, and the blue March moved up alongside me as I shifted to 3rd in an attempt to stop the engine from blowing.
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I made another pass on the outside.
"Where's she finding the grip from?!"
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I was back in the cloud of mist behind the Vitz/Yaris within 20 seconds.
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"She passed me once...it's obvious that she can pass me again..."
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"This corner seems to love to show up understeer in cars."
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"If I were in my Silvia or my Sileighty, I'd be struggling for grip. Low-traction situations seems to suit FWDs."
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The driver of a VW Golf at the back of the leading pack looked behind him.
"Mein Gott! That's the car that started last!"
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"How can she brake so late?"
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The gap stayed the same over the main straight. I held off until the corner where I first passed the Vitz/Yaris, and then I went for it.
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*THUMP!*
CRAP! Stephen's gonna be pissed!
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For a split-second, the Swift pretended that it was a "hachi-roku".
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Then, it wanted to be a Mitsubishi Evo.
I think this car has a split-personality disorder.
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I hope the rain will wash off any dirt I throw up in this car.
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Within 20 seconds, I had returned to the mist cloud of the Golf.
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"Damn...she's faster than me..."
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"I can stretch my lead...but then it'll be canceled out by the slipstream."
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"I think that's 5th place for me..."
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Coming out of the final corner, I got a better exit than a Peugeot 307cc.
"307cc? Is that the size of its engine? :lol:"
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I was then up against another 307cc.
"I wonder how refreshing that spray is..."
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"Be gentle!" yelled the 307cc's driver. "This is my wife's car!"
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Because the 307cc's driver wanted to avoid castration, he decided to back out and let me take 3rd.
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I decided to tread carefully at the corner which tripped me up a lap ago.
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"Surely she's cutting the corner?!" protested the driver of the black Golf.
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I was now on the tail of the leading Golf.
"OK, I better step up my pace!"
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"WHAT THE HELL?!"
"See ya!"
"DAMN IT! NOT EVEN 100% IS GOOD ENOUGH!"
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I floored it as if I were in a qualifying session (which is Hiroto's newest simile for driving quickly).
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"Just the straight to go!"
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"VICTORY!"

As my rivals congratulated me, they looked at my tyres.
"Let me get this straight...I lost to a car...on common-or-garden-variety road tyres?"
"What were you using?" I asked the driver of the green VW.
"Kumho's special wet racing tyres. I think Hyundai use them in the GTWC."
I slumped onto the ground. I giggled deliriously.
"Let me get this straight," I said as I suppressed my giggles, "I beat you guys, on your special tyres for racing in the wet...with regular road tyres?"
"That appears to be the case," admitted the driver of the green VW.
"Wow. I win £1,500 racing against guys with specialised tyres. I feel light-headed."

I returned to the apartment, and ate a re-heated Hawaiian pizza, and went to my camping bed.

Date: June 13th, 2011
Location: Nagoya, Japan

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A nurse was returning to her car after a long shift. Her phone rang.
"Who is this?" she asked.
"Ah, Ms. Kojima, I don't think it would be wise to disclose that."
"You know my name, why can't you tell me yours? I'm going to hang up NOW."
"Hitomi, help me!" yelled a voice on the other end of the line.
"Quiet, you!" The man then proceeded to slap her across the face.
"AMI?! Hey, mister, get the 🤬 out of my house THIS INSTANT! I'LL CALL THE COPS!!!"
"You do that, and a breaking-and-entering becomes a murder."
"DO YOU REALISE THAT WE HAVE THE DEATH PENALTY FOR MURDER?!"
"I've survived a bullet wound in an otherwise fatal area. I do not fear death."
"LET HER GO!!!"
"I want you to do something for me."
"What?"
"Return to your locker."
Hitomi obeyed the man who had broken into her apartment.
"Do you see the syringe?"
"How did that get there?"
"You have access to Dmitri Petrov's room. I want you to inject it into his IV. I'm sure a death would not arouse suspicions, especially given his state."
"Please, Hitomi, do what he says!"
Hitomi went into Dmitri's room. There was no guard at the door. She injected the substance into his IV, and watched his pulse plummet to 0.
"Send me proof. I don't want to find out that it was some old bitch who wanted to die anyway."
Hitomi took a picture of the heart rate monitor, making sure that Dmitri's name could be clearly seen.
"Thank you. You'll see your friend in the morning."
"But you said-"
The line went dead.
 
You're not a Hardy Bucks fan by any chance?

I have been waiting for ages for someone to get the reference! Obviously, I had to tone down a few aspects of the Viper, such as his love of sexual terms.

Anyway, it's Character Biography time!

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Miyu Matsuda is the flame-haired protagonist of this story.
Age: 19
Car(s): Nissan Silvia S15 Spec-R, Nissan Sileighty
Likes: pizza, rock music, cars, video games
Hates: perverts, bland pop music (e.g. Justin Bieber), fans of bland pop stars, Hondas, religious whackjobs, Disney
Fun fact: kissed Akiko in a game of "Truth or Dare"

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Akiko Kobayashi is Miyu's best friend (in more ways than one) and plays bass guitar for Triforced Entry.
Age: 19
Car(s): Toyota Altezza RS200
Likes: rock music, things which violate the AUP if I mentioned them
Hates: religious whackjobs, bland pop music, fans of bland pop stars
Fun fact: she fills our quota for bisexual characters!

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Junichi Kawabata is the lead singer of Triforced Entry, named so because he and Kamui (the band's drummer) love the Legend of Zelda series. His life's ambition is to be in the same concert as the Foo Fighters, who are his favourite band.
Age: 19
Car(s): TBA
Likes: rock music, Legend of Zelda, Initial D (although he can't stand Eurobeat music)
Hates: rave/Eurobeat music, bland pop music, fans of bland pop stars
Fun fact: hasn't had a haircut since he was 15

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Toru Tanaka is Kazumi's father, and is a legendary tuner. He specialises in tuning Japanese cars into supercar-murdering beasts.
Age: 52
Car(s): Nissan Silvia S13 Q's, Nissan Skyline GT-R R34, Nissan Fairlady Z Z33, Toyota Sprinter Trueno AE86
Likes: spending long afternoons doing track days at Suzuka, humiliating supercars, game shows, Nissans, Best Motoring
Hates: European supercars, their drivers

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Michio Matsuda is the father of Hiroto, Miyu and Kenji. He is one of Japan's most feared street racers, and went by the nickname of "The Silver Dragon". He still remains undefeated.
Age: 52
Car(s): Nissan Skyline GT-R R32, Nissan Fairlady Z S30, Nissan Silvia S14 K's, Nissan Skyline RS Turbo R30
Likes: RWDs, 4WDs, Chinese food, Coca-Cola, Best Motoring
Hates: Supras, cocky drivers, people who think that touge = drifting, European supercars, their drivers

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Kazumi Tanaka is the mother of Toru Tanaka and is Hiroto's partner. She holds a 23-0 record in touge races, thanks to the infamous "Burakku-ido" R32 GTS-t.
Age: 25
Car(s): Nissan Skyline GTS-t Type M R32, Nissan Stagea 260RS Autech (for grocery shopping)
Likes: her Skyline, her old Silvia, Italian food, old PS1 games (especially Gran Turismo 1 & 2), Hiroto
Hates: perverts, sexists, FWDs, fanboys, the Tea Party

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Hiroto Matsuda - does he really need an intro? He's the protagonist of Vol. 1 & 2, and is now racing for Nissan's Formula GT team. Apparently all of those S-Licence lessons have paid off for him.
Age: 25
Car(s): Nissan Skyline GT-R R32, Nissan Skyline GT-R R34, Mitsubishi Evo 8, BMW M3 E46, Mazda RX-7 Type R Spirit R FD3S, Subaru Impreza WRX STi, RUF BTR, Nissan GT-R Spec-V R35.
Likes: driving, the Gran Turismo series, the Forza series, the Grand Theft Auto series, his Skylines (which includes the R35)
Hates: Miki, asshole Ferrari/Porsche drivers who won't believe a GT-R is faster until it's beaten them, Supras
Fun fact: entered the GT Academy competition while in Europe, and ended up 1st until PSN realised who he was and DQ'd him

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Scar Suzuki was a drug dealer and head of the Type R Titans racing team. Now he's in a hospital with drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth
Age: 28
Car(s): Honda Civic Type R EP3, Honda Civic Type R EK9, Amuse S2000 GT-1 Turbo
Likes: cocaine, cocaine, cocaine...did we forget to mention strip clubs?
Hates: the cops, Skylines
Fun fact: dropped out of school aged 16

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Yeah, I can't draw fat anime characters to save my life. :lol:

Seiichi Oka is the mastermind of the MMORPG "Katana Quest," which sees players complete missions in a medieval Japan. In his spare time, he likes to experiment with PS3 and Xbox 360 hacks, but these hacks are solely for offline purposes. He is also the brother of Keisuke Oka, leader of the 3 Diamonds racing team. He's only in there because he's Keisuke's brother, but Akiko did manage to fish out some skill in him.
Age: 26
Car(s): Mitsubishi Evo IV (shared with Daisuke)
Likes: classic games (e.g. Mario, Legend of Zelda, Sonic), Gran Turismo, Halo, Call of Duty, using his victory over Kuro to score babes, electronic music (e.g. Daft Punk)
Hates: stupid 10-year-olds on Call of Duty shouting out homophobic slurs, bullies, asshole bankers
Fun fact: after beating Kuro, Seiichi is now currently on a diet. And it isn't a seafood one, if you're wondering. He's already lost 12kg.

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Daisuke Nomura is Seiichi's roommate and best friend. Daisuke is highly tech-savvy, and this failed to impress his father who was a mechanic. However, when Daisuke showed off his new-found wealth thanks to computer games, his father had to eat his formerly scornful words. Unlike Seiichi, he managed to get into the 3 Diamonds on merit.
Age: 26
Car(s): Mitsubishi Evo IV (shared with Seiichi), Mitsubishi Mirage Cyborg ZR
Likes: classic games, especially Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time and Gran Turismo 2, electronic music, video game soundtracks
Hates: bullies, little kids spouting slurs online
Fun fact: he has completely learned the Legend of Zelda theme and the soundtrack of Kill Bill

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Chun Mei is the FWD ace of the Nightshade Cartel (formerly Team Nightshade). Along with that, he is the leader of their counterfeiting operation. The last man to make any comparison between him and Mr. Chao from The Hangover had his pinkie finger cut off.
Age: 37
Car(s): Nissan Primera 2.0Te, Spoon Integra DC2
Likes: classic kung-fu movies, foreign cuisine, collectible items, money
Hates: cops, the People's Republic of China, poverty
Fun fact: has a limited edition full-sized action figure of Bruce Lee.

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After being rejected for Jersey Shore, fake tan addict and nightclub owner Mike DeRossi started his own chain of strip clubs, Soprano's. It was this that provided the link between him and Miki, and he took on the steroids operation of the Cartel.
Age: 29
Car(s): Lamborghini Gallardo, Lamborghini Murcielago, Maserati GranTurismo S, Maserati Quattroporte
Likes: The Sopranos, Mafia movies, steroids, tanned chicks, hair gel
Hates: HBO (for cancelling the Sopranos), cops, anger management classes
Fun fact: dropped out of high school.

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Boris Molotov, despite his looks, is not someone to mess with. He was a cage fighter before he almost killed an opponent in the ring, and lost his job. He became Mikhail's bodyguard, but his driving skills allowed him to quickly rise through the Cartel's ranks. After Dmitri was left paralysed and comatose, Boris assumed the role of Tarmac Ace.
Age: 24
Car(s): Mitsubishi Evo VIII, Range Rover
Likes: cage-fighting, vodka
Hates: using discussions to solve disputes
Fun fact: claims to be able to kill someone with one hand tied behind his back

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Mikhail Kalashnikov is Miki's right-hand man. Although he is occasionally in disagreement with his boss, he stays silent, knowing that any sign of dissent would result in Mikhail's end. He is well-trained in combat, a memento from his time in the Russian Army. He was dismissed due to use of excessive force in military operations.
Age: 37
Car(s): Mitsubishi Evo X, Mitsubishi Evo IX
Likes: vodka, Mitsubishi, Russian rock, Russian cuisine, Grand Theft Auto (the game and the crime)
Hates: Americans, Subaru, Russian stereotypes, Russian folk music
Fun fact: like Boris, Mikhail claims to have exceptional melee combat skills

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Toshiya Nakano is the bass guitarist of Triforced Entry. Kamui is his best friend, and he applied for the position of bass guitarist after finding an advertisement on Facebook.
Age: 21
Car(s): Honda Civic Type R EK9
Likes: rock music (especially from America), old samurai movies
Hates: techno music, "tasteless" remixes of rock songs
Fun fact: before joining Triforced Entry, Toshiya had been in 5 other bands

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Kamui Iwata is the lead guitarist of Triforced Entry. After hearing of the vacancies available in the band, he, along with Toshiya, signed up for it. According to him, Hiroto Matsuda inspired him to get a Skyline.
Age: 21
Car(s): Nissan Skyline GT-R R32
Likes: Skylines, rock music, the Legend of Zelda series, Gran Turismo
Hates: European supercars, DJ Azure
Fun fact: Pendulum is his secret shame.

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Miki Watanabe is the infamous antagonist of Vol. 2. An adolescence of playing second fiddle to Hiroto was capped off when he discovered that Kazumi, who he had a crush on, was dating Hiroto. This sent him into a depraved, downward spiral, and after Kazumi announced that he made pornographic drawings of her and around 10 other 12th Graders, he was expelled for that, and also for bringing a knife into school with the intention of stabbing Hiroto.
Age: 26
Car(s): Honda NSX NA1, Honda Integra DC2, more cars are rumoured...
Likes: porn, Honda, [as if I would violate the AUP to show you what's meant to be here...]
Hates: Kazumi, Hiroto, Miyu, Toshi Sagata, turbochargers
Fun fact: has an artificial left eye
 
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