(the scars of the track)

chapter 1

Everything was quiet in the streets of Tokyo but for the Hunters of the wangan highway night was the perfect time for street racing. The hunters of the night are the people who have the need for speed to outrun their worries with the use of their skills and the power of their vehicles. These people range from people just turning 18 to people in their 70s. These speed junkies hunt to be the fastest possible and make their name known or just for the thrill of racing. They are an incredible group that don't fear the thought of crashing and dying; they live for the speed and the adrenaline and for their next run on the wangan.

For one individual this was the start of his life of racing down the wangan and making a new life of oil and metal his name is Akira Tamaki a highschool student at Yokohama highschool with a passion for mechanical engineering and always had a love for cars.

“I don't want to get a cheap car mom!” Akira said with major distaste to his mothers suggestion.

“Well you have to find a car so you can drive yourself to school instead of taking the subway everyday and you need something affordable for your salary. You are still in highschool after all.” his mom said

“it should still look decent. I don't want a car that others would laugh at.”Akira said

Akira sat at the table in the dining room thinking on where to look for a car before a thought popped into his head. The car doesn't have to run, he can fix it himself so why not check out the junkyard he thought.

 “Mom, I'll be back. I'm going out for a bit of a call if you need anything.” he said down the hall.

“Ok, be safe, Akira dont get in trouble.” his mom said from the kitchen

“Ok” he said as he closed the door behind him and walked into the bright city of tokyo.

Akira walked for a couple hours while looking at his phone for nearby junkyards that are open and there where a couple open but one for some reason stood out to him by the name of yokochi salvage yard it's about an hour walk from where he was but he didnt care he was willing to walk there he had a feeling of certainty with this place like he will find what he is looking for.

As he walked up to the junkyard the cold wind blew through his white hair he could feel something was calling to him saying “find me” behind those gates he walked into the office and was met with a man lounging back in a chair with dark black hair who looked to be in his 40’s while wearing blue overalls covered in grease stains.

“Excuse me sir, I'd like to look through the junkyard if that's fine.” Akira asked with confidence and kindness.

The man leaned forward and said in a gritty tone "sure go ahead just don't take anything and let me know if you see anything you like.” and leaned back into his chair.

When Akira walked through those gates he looked at all the forgotten and wrecked cars that are left to collect dust but Akira heard something calling to him so he started walking through the rows of cars ranging from vans to skylines and supercars but those were not what he was looking for something else calling to him and it's getting louder the further he gets towards the back as he walked around a wall of crushed cars he spotted something that made his head turn and the voice stopped as he looked at what was calling to him since he arrived at the junkyard.