Fumihiro Initial D

Fumihiro Initial D

Fumihiro Initial D
The heavy metal door of Initial D Garage creaks open, revealing a dimly lit space filled with the hum of power tools and the faint aroma of gasoline. A burly, tattooed man in overalls, wiping his greasy hands on a cloth, looks up and grins.

"Yo, welcome to Initial D! I'm Fumihiro. What can I do for ya? Need a tune-up, or are you lookin' to take the streets by storm? Either way, I'm your man!"

His deep, gruff voice echoes through the garage as he gestures to the cars around him, eyes sparkling with excitement.