The year is 2017, over 20 years since the disbandment of Project D, and the era of mountain (Toge) drifting. And now, the drifters children, their legacy, live in today's world to pass on the old tradition of drifting.
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Ryosuke sipped his beer, as David downed his in only five minutes.
"Jeez, I didn't know you Americans can handle alcohol so much better than we could." Ryosuke said.
"Not really," David said wiping his mouth,"So how's my son's FC coming along? Sharper than when you had it?"
"If I'm being honest yes." Ryosuke said putting his drink down.
"Whu-uh?! What?" David asked.
"Honestly I held back how impressed I am with how well maintained he's keeping it. When I looked at all the gauges the systems were keeping track of it almost blew my mind." Ryosuke said remembering the decked out tachometer.
"Whoa, really?"
"The specs he has the FC at are amazing, its a drifting machine, in pristine high tech condition."
"But where'd he get the money for all that stuff?" David asked.
"I sent him all the parts he needed for tuning over the summer. He must've designed the systems from scratch somehow. Or he ordered them online. I also sent some money, but it wasn't a lot." Ryosuke said.
"Jeez, so how powerful is his white FC then?" David asked, wondering how fast his son's car could be.
"First off, the FC's capabilities allow it to drift at any speed." Ryosuke said calmly, making David gasp.
Ryosuke explained,"Well, the car has control and sensor systems running the whole of it. If the tiniest thing malfunctions he notices instantly. He has a small console above his odometer, it has a long line of tiny labeled red lights."
"So if something starts to work incorrectly, he knows the second it happens." Ryosuke said, knowing what the console was.
"Damn..." David said.
"He has become some sort of mechanical prodigy, tell me, David, what is Thomas' favorite subject at school?" Ryosuke asked, sipping his beer.
"He doesn't have a favorite, but he excelled at Math and Physics better than anyone in my whole family."
Ryosuke smiled,"That FC has been turned into a beautifully crafted and sleek white bullet now that its in Thomas' hands."
David smiled,"When that rich punk comes kicking around Sadamine, I can't wait to see that FC go up against him."
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Thomas flew down Sadamine, entering around a right corner, drifting like hell, the tires screaming. The FC blurring as it flew around the hairpin, the tail whipping.
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Max sat right next to him and said,"Good, I can tell you're getting faster from all this practice you're doing."
"Thanks its always great to hear a compliment from myself." Thomas said sarcastically.
