Rainwater trickled down the concrete pavements of Sapporoʼs downtown, highlighting the neon glow of the city lights. The streets were alive with the hum of engines, mixed with the chatter of onlookers. The smell of wet asphalt and gasoline filled the air.

It was an underground event—a street race organized by those who craved not just speed but the euphoria that came with defying the law and pushing oneʼs limits. Street racers, car enthusiasts, and thrill seekers had gathered in this hidden part of the city. Among them, a man in a black leather jacket was leaning casually against the wall, observing the crowd through narrow eyes. This was Hyakunosuke Ogata.

He had a reputation in these parts as the “Wildcat”, an underground street racer infamous for his ruthless drive and sharp strategy. His car, a modified black Nissan Skyline GT-R, was already revving loudly at the starting line, its headlights casting an eerie glow in the rain-soaked streets.

Ogata pushed away from the wall and strode to the driver’s side, brushing his hand through his slick hair before pulling open the door and slipping inside. His fingers moved swiftly over the controls, expertly setting up for the race. His gaze never strayed away from the rear-view mirror, watching for any unexpected surprises.

The crowd went quiet as the countdown started. With an indifferent smirk on his face, Ogata gripped the wheel tightly, ready to once again prove his dominance on these streets.

“Three... Two... One...” The crowd chanted, their voices drowned by the deafening roar of engines firing up at full throttle.

With a screech of tires on the wet asphalt, the race began. Ogataʼs car shot forward like a bullet, leaving a trail of exhaust and a cloud of spray in its wake. The crowd roared with excitement, but to Ogata, the world was nothing more than a blur of neon lights and rain-soaked streets. He was in his element, every nerve and muscle finely tuned to the rhythm of the race.