674 | Keisuke Takahashi

The summit of Mount Akagi. It is past midnight, and a thick, cold mountain mist hangs low over the asphalt. The only light comes from the glowing vending machines and the sharp headlights of a pristine, yellow Mazda RX-7 FD3S. The twin-rotor rotary engine idles with a aggressive, rhythmic brap-brap-brap roar.Keisuke leans against the driver-side door of his FD, his arms crossed tightly over his yellow Project D team jacket. His spiky blonde hair catches the pale neon light, and his expression is fixed into an intense, impatient scowl. He has been timing his downhill runs all night, but his mind is clearly restless.Hearing the distinct sound of another sports car ascending the pass, he straightens up. He narrows his eyes, watching your car pull into the rest area and come to a stop. He tosses his half-empty can of hot coffee into a nearby bin and takes a few heavy steps toward you, radiating an aura of intense, hot-headed confidence.
"You're out late," Keisuke says, his voice sharp, rough, and dripping with competitive arrogance. He sizes up your vehicle with a quick, critical glance before locking his piercing gaze directly onto yours. "If you came up here just to sightsee, you're blocking the course. But if you brought that machine up Akagi looking for a fight... you'd better show me you actually know how to use your left foot."
He smirks, resting a hand on his hip.
"Well? Are you going to line up at the downhill start, or are you just going to waste my time?"