Mugen - Akiyama Chronicles Web Story
Follow along with the story of Daiki Akiyama's debut in the Wangan scene. Explore a story that gives a new light to Wangan-based street racing.
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Tokyo: The East's New York, a City full of lights. Numerous attractions of this city kept it alive such as the Tokyo Tower, the Skylines, and all the lights shimmering it. There is one thing that was infamous among tourists and commoners which only a few appreciate - the beauty of the Tokyo Metropolitan Highways, also known as the Wangan, as named by a few.
Drivers young and old, with automobiles that possess colossal power, go through these highways to find the ultimate form of speed. They want to see the other side of this world - where the Wangan would take them. Many falter and perished attempting this. Only a chosen few have claimed victory.
Cars of the elite; cars of the balanced one, cars of unexpected performance... all kinds appear on the Wangan. Three forgotten legends still roam around these highways - The blue 240Z, the Black 930, and the silver KPCG10. As old as they come, these vehicles were targeted and feared by many. The new generation kept growing as these kept fading; yet they still show their immense superiority on the road. It didn't stop, however, the vast growing abilities of the youth generation.
New cars, new faces and new styles kept appearing. Countless however retired; still countless more arrived on the scene. As of this night; the night of April 4th, a new legend was born. Rumors have spread every single day about a silver-colored Nissan 350Z roaming about the Wangan in speeds as high as the legends. 'Who ever knew the current generation had this much talent.' One of the regulars wondered.
Every night, the Silver 350Z roams about the Wangan highways in perfect form. Many have challenged this mysterious racer and all of them failed to defeat it. Truly, a supreme 'hashirya' as many would say. Who is this person? He is still yet to be known.
An 18 year old boy named Shin Ayamazaki; still in high school, in his purple striped Mazda RX-8 type S, has just raced someone with a vehicle such as his - a black one with a Mazdaspeed body kit. His car isn't his yet; he just made a deal with the owner that it would be his if he mastered it. For 3 months, he drove it and is close to mastering the car. "At this rate, my RX-8 would definitely be mine for good!" He yells as he shifts the car from gear 4 to 5 out of a right corner, entering the new belt line. Reaching speeds of 296 km/h constant, he could feel the air entering his car, letting it touch his face.
"So this is what it feels like. I can't wait to share this with my pals back at school." he muttered. Suddenly, he could feel a new car coming close to the RX-8. "Another challenger? Hmm... I already got 14 wins as of 3 months ago, if I nail this one... I could proudly tell this to this 8's owner and he'd have to hand it over to me!"
The unknown car, with its lights beamed on at the RX-8, tailgates it waiting for an answer. When Shin shifts gears and a ball of fire came out of the exhaust, the challenger knew he accepted it. 'Another person to blow off my inner steam… Hey, thanks...' he thought. Shin slaloms around the passenger cars flawlessly hoping that he'd leave the mysterious driver for good. At a pace of 307 km/h this time, he glances at his rear view mirror while driving on a no-traffic lane. "Did I do it?" As soon as Shin glances back on the Road a Silver 350Z appears right in front of him causing him to forcibly brake. "Oh Shi-!" He shouted in surprise. The RX-8 lost control during braking and Shin had no choice but to stick his foot on the brake pedal until his car halts.
A huge screech echoes around the New Belt line's tunnel. He felt the car jolt to a stop. From the inside lane, 6 lanes away, he stopped at the middle of the tunnel at the outside lane, close to the tunnel wall. "What a close call." The tires let off some steam and Shin steps out of his car. "I guess... I am not cut out to drive you..." he softly spoke to the RX-8, with its hazard lights on.
As for the Silver Z, the driver; who had his face covered with the shadows all except his mouth, made a pout saying 'hmph... not even worth the time... that kid disappointed me.' he said as he speeds down the rest of the Wangan at 320 km/h. Far away, there is a silver Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution 8 MR which had a stock carbon hood as an exterior upgrade. Cruising at 317 km/h, he is confident enough to take on any driver. In his whole career, he boasts of his 42-0 victory. A man in his 20's he is. His name? Seiji Tsuchiya. He is one of the very well known drivers of the youth generation - one of the prime racers at that. 500 meters away, he could sense another car coming at him, targeting him. "Another one?" He uttered. The Z flashes its lights again. "You ask for it." Seiji said as he downshifts from gear 5 to 4 and accelerates away. 'By how this Evo accelerates... he's worthy...' the Z driver uttered.
Entering the C1, the drivers face the dividers, followed by an S curve, then another divider. The Evo enters the outside while the Z enters the inside divider coming out side by side. "U-What!?" Seiji whispered in shock. It didn't stop his driving style though. He Cuts in on the inside hoping to reach the apex. The Z driver noticed this and decelerated to avoid a collision.
Seiji induces his car to an inertial drift, nearly hitting the outside wall of the S curve's exit and passes through the inside divider. The Z clings on at the same spot, increasing in pace. A long stretch of straight road is in front of them and the Evo has reached 259 km/h. Unknown to Seiji, the Z is making a classic move on him - the slipstream. The Z passed his maximum speed and is ready to overtake.
"I-Impossible" Seiji uttered. "Is that Z really aerodynamic? It looks stock for crying out loud. How could it be this fast!? Judging by how the car increases in pace, the body weight is still heavier compared to my Evo 8." When the Z had its front bumper 8 inches away from the rear bumper of the Evolution, the Z swerved to the right. Coming downhill at a side by side pace, the Evo and Z blasts through traffic, without one making a desperation attack at the other. They still take the straight road and neither driver would give in until their tachometers reach the red zone. Who would take the lead until their engines say so?
-end of prelude-
At a high pace of 260 km/h, two cars blitz through traffic towards Hamazaki-bashi JCT: a silver Lancer Evolution 8 and a silver 350Z, side by side to each other. Tension rises inside the Evo 8 as Seiji Tsuchiya, its driver, shows his deceit against the car right next to him, thinking out loud “Tch! Why is he going on par with me?!” The silver Z’s owner never bothered to glance at his rival and continued on in his pace; slowly the gap widens and the Z breaks free from the Evo. Bit by bit, as the speedometer slowly rises in the Z’s dashboard, Daiki takes the lead against Seiji, with Seiji saying nothing more but a declaration of war with the words “That 350Z… Next time… You WILL lose.”
Traversing over to a quiet parking lot at near the Heiwajima tollgate, Daiki is seen standing at the horizon watching random commuting vehicles pass by him. His clothes dictate that he just came from work – your usual office wears: straight cut black long pants, brown authentic leather shoes, a pure silver Omega branded watch, and a plain coated Wallstreet brand short sleeved polo shirt. His hair is considered to be short-medium amongst the guys with slight chestnut highlights, combed to the side. Similar colored eyes stare blankly at the Tokyo bay from where he is standing. He thinks aloud to himself as he laments over the person he is right now.
“I was trained to be this. I resisted, but in the end, I gave in.” He thought aloud. “When I did, I never knew, it was very thrilling. But I survived, and here I am… standing on the road… that we call the Wangan.” As he thinks back to the scene when he passed the Evo, he admits that he “loved it bit by bit… every moment of it. But it wasn’t easy.” As he looks blankly at the empty parking lot around him, as if he is involved in a conversation with someone, he introduces himself. “My name is Daiki Akiyama. And I am a hashirya”. My father is a retiree of the Super GT. My mother is a businesswoman with the international Auto Association. They are both specializing in automotives. When I was young, I never bothered to follow their footsteps but I gave them a chance.
In the end, I followed… I enjoyed it and I became part of the family business. I own a branch of our well known Racing Academy – the Akiyama Racing School. It is hard to manage. That’s why I blow off steam in the Wangan.” He claims this simply because he is also the president of that branch, inheriting the rights of the school and everything in between. “I also never thought that what I own and teach could help me personally… But to tell you the truth, I want to stop doing this… I never thought of this as my profession… just a past time. Driving bores me.” He claims this for the sole reason that no one is able to keep up with him at the Wangan. He sees no thrill in beating someone so easy to overcome. The moment he stopped his inner dialogue, the same Lancer he raced earlier pulls over and its driver gets out. He immediately aims his right index finger at Daiki, calling him out like a defense attorney claiming an objection. “Hey! What’s your name?” he shouted.
“Daiki Akiyama.”
“I’m Seiji Tsuchiya. You race well… but it does not mean that I will go soft on you. Next time, I will defeat you for good!” After he stops his battlecry at Daiki, he gets back in his car and drives off. Daiki on the other hand, after seeing Seiji’s treatment to him, he starts thinking out loud once again “See what I mean? It helped me make and meet enemies… This is why I want to espace… I want to break fre… But… where else would I go if I do so? There is no answer to that. I’m here so I am. Since I am… there is no turning back… I must get stronger. I want to see what beholds the winner’s circle for me… So losing would never be my option.” He drives off and continues on his way back home.
The next day comes and Daiki is at the Akiyama Racing School, doing his usual duties as the president of the said school. While skimming through some paperwork, he receives a beep from the intercom from her secretary. “Mr. Akiyama. There is an enrollee and she-“
Cutting the secretary off, he responds while pressing the answer button: “Send her in.” He hears a knock at the door and sees a young girl enter the office, she seems to be on her early teens – roughly 13 years old or 14.
The girl was wearing something out of the ordinary – in a sense, something you don’t normally expect to see a girl wear. She’s clad somewhat… tomboyish, like something out of the leads of the band “Panic at the Disco” – she’s wearing a white female office polo with a loose red stripped neck tie, wearing tight fit slacks, black high cut converse shoes and part of her hair tied like a puppy’s tail with the rest of her hair fairly falling down to her shoulders in length. She has bayside blue like eyes that sparkle upon gazing at Daiki’s demeanor. She looks at Daiki with keen interest and freely tells him in an embarrassed tone… “I uh… really… um… want to be under you… sir… In… um… the … S-class program… if it… is possible… I mean…” Daiki just gives a serious, stern look at the girl and responds…
“Aren’t you too young for this… kid?”
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