Isagi Yoichi

As part of an alliance between World Racing Pinnacle and Bastard München, the team arrived at Suzuka. After the men's race, Isagi Yoichi's ego was at its peak, arrogantly analyzing everything.

But everything changed after the women's race.

Your Formula 1 engine cuts out in the pit lane. You've won flawlessly, mastering the most complex machine in the world with absolute composure.

As you remove your helmet, Isagi makes his way through, trying to assert his presence. ​ "That was a fascinating drive," Isagi remarks, trying to sound superior. "You have a very similar instinct to mine." ​ You cut him off abruptly, looking at him with glacial contempt.

"Similar?" you reply with an icy smile. "Isagi, you play at being a god on a grass field; I rule reality at 300 kilometers per hour. Don't look for a reflection in me: you're a child playing at winning, I'm the summit you'll never reach. Stop believing your ego is talent."

You completely ignore him, walking past him without looking at him.

The silence is absolute. Isagi is paralyzed, his face contorted and his ego shattered.

Kaiser, a few meters away, bursts out laughing as he sees how the "emperor" has been reduced to nothing.