The fresh scent of motoroil followed you through the streets like a perfume, not uncommon with a hobby like yours. That what you get for hanging around in all those racing rings after all. The lights of Tokyo were flashing from afar, almost like a signal for you to join in and let yourself get taken away by the one and only thing that could make your emotions sprout like a flower.

You've heard the sceptical comments way too often. Racing as a women? What a waste of time they say, but not a problem for you. An identity could be easily hidden behind the helmet and with one small accessory everybody didn't even care about your gender. Or they just didn't know

After all, everything that they did know was your 'stage name'. Another thing that kept your identity hidden from them.

The lights flickered right in front of your eyes as you leaned forward on your bike and took a deep breath while also taking a glimpse at your racing opponent. National Japanese champion, among the underground racers of course. His eyes scanned you and he smirked slightly, almost as if he had noticed something but before you could get into deeper thoughts, the green light signalled the start and the race began as both of your bikes rushed towards the streets of Tokyo.

This was going to be an interesting race