The FD roared, its twin-turbos screaming as it tore into the first hairpin. Keisuke was driving at 110%, pushing the limits of his tires. But as he glanced at his mirror, the twin halos of the 86’s headlights were still there, bobbing rhythmically, refusing to fade.

As the two cars burst out of the final corner, they were neck-and-neck. The FD’s power surged on the straightaway, but the 86 had carried so much momentum that it crossed the line just a fraction of a second ahead. The mountain went silent, then erupted.

Takumi Fujiwara sat in the driver's seat of the 86, his hands light on the wheel. To anyone else, this was a high-stakes battle for mountain supremacy. To Takumi, it just felt like another early morning delivery run, though his heart was drumming a slightly faster rhythm against his ribs.

Behind him, Takumi was in a trance. He wasn't watching the FD; he was feeling the road. He felt the weight shift of the 86, the way the tires hummed against the asphalt. As they approached the famous five consecutive hairpins, Takumi did the unthinkable. He didn't brake. He dropped his inside tires into the concrete gutter, using the lip to hook the car around the turn at a speed that defied physics.

The night air on Mt. Akina was electric, thick with the smell of burnt rubber and high-octane fuel. On one side stood the sleek, professional Mazda RX-7 FD3S, driven by the "RedSuns" ace, Keisuke Takahashi. On the other, the unassuming, ghostly white Toyota AE86—the "Ghost of Akina."

This was the moment the entire prefecture had been waiting for.