I had only momentarily observed that Initial D was genuine before this evening. The Panda Trueno that was parked adjacent to me at the gym, the noises of sliding tires in the distance, and the drift lines that led to drift hunters damaged railings all suggested a concealed world that was just around the bend. I was abruptly thrust into the midst of the action, all due to Darc. I followed his Silvia, which was in a state of disrepair, up a meandering mountain road that was at the time impossible to accurately locate on Google Maps. The valley's cellphone service was still extremely patchy.

The squealing tires' wails intensified as I pursued Darc deeper into the darkness. Eventually, we reached a location where a group of cars was arranged along the roadside, following the N-teenth hairpin turn. I observed as tire smoke drifted into the night as we arrived and parked at the end of the line. Sylvias and Skylines with 400 horsepower flew by at a sideways angle, an arm's length distant.

I was completely captivated. This was analogous to witnessing dinosaurs in person, in my opinion. I staggered over to the gallery, a location on the side of the road where spectators congregate to observe the drifters, and I stood in awe as I watched the underground touge drifting spectacle unfold in front of me. It was as though I had been transported directly into an episode of the anime that I had viewed so many years ago.