Prologue: The Wind That Never Stops
"Speed isn't just about going fast."
"It's about knowing when to stop."
Those were the words Daisuke Mori never listened to.
Because he had never stopped.
Not once.
Not when his father left.
Not when his mother cried.
Not when the road ahead was nothing but a blur.
Daisuke only knew one thing.
The faster he moved—
The further he could run from everything.
But there are some things you can't outrun.
And on one fateful night—
He learned that the hard way.
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The Racer Without A Road
Daisuke Mori grew up in the streets of Tokyo.
Not the rich, neon-lit districts—
But the places where the city felt empty.
His mother worked two jobs.
His father? Gone before he could even remember his face.
Daisuke was a problem child.
He hated sitting still. Hated listening.
Hated the feeling of staying in one place.
The only time he felt alive—
Was when he was moving.
Running, biking, skating—
Anything that let him feel the wind against his skin.
But nothing compared to racing.
The first time he saw a street race, he was twelve years old.
He watched as cars roared down the asphalt, engines screaming.
He saw the way they weaved through traffic, defying death.
And he knew—
This was what he wanted.
By the time he was fourteen, he was already behind the wheel.
Not legally, of course.
But on the streets?
No one cared about laws.
You only needed two things.
A car.
And the guts to never hit the brakes.
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The Phantom of the Highway
They called him The Phantom.
Because when Daisuke raced—
He moved like the wind.
Other racers crashed.
Others hesitated.
Daisuke never did.
He had no fear.
No second thoughts.
And that's what made him the best.
For years, he dominated the underground circuit.
It didn't matter if he was driving an old junker—
Or a stolen sports car—
If he was behind the wheel?
He would win.
And for a while—
That was enough.
Until one night—
The race that changed everything began.
And it never ended.
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The Race That Should Have Killed Him
Daisuke was seventeen.
The bet was simple—
One race. No rules.
The loser?
They lost more than just money.
They lost everything.
His opponent was a man named Kazuki Ren.
A racer known for one thing—
No one ever beat him twice.
Daisuke had beaten him once.
Kazuki wanted revenge.
The race started at midnight.
The roads were wet.
Dangerous.
But Daisuke didn't care.
He was winning.
The city was a blur.
His car weaved through traffic, cutting through the night like a ghost.
And then—
He saw it.
A truck.
Coming straight for him.
He had one second to react.
He turned the wheel.
Too late.
The impact was instant.
Metal crunched. Glass shattered.
The world spun—
And then everything went black.
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Awakening in the Void
Daisuke didn't wake up in a hospital.
He woke up in a void.
A place where there was no sound.
No gravity.
Just an endless horizon of white mist.
And in front of him—
A figure stood.
A being made of wind and shadow.
It had no face.
Only piercing, glowing eyes—
And a voice that whispered like a storm.
"You never stop moving."
"Even when you should."
"Tell me, Daisuke Mori—"
"What will you do when you have nowhere left to run?"
The figure raised a hand.
And suddenly—
The mist around him exploded.
Winds howled.
A storm roared to life.
And before Daisuke could react—
He felt himself thrown into the air.
He was falling.
Falling—
Straight back into the real world.
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Gale Phantom – The Wind That Carries Him
Daisuke woke up in the wreckage of his car.
His body should have been broken.
He should have been dead.
But he wasn't.
Because the wind had caught him.
A presence surrounded him.
A force that moved with him.
And when he stood—
He saw it.
His Stand.
Gale Phantom.
A humanoid figure, its body made of swirling air and shimmering light.
It moved like a mirage.
Like a gust of wind that could never be caught.
And Daisuke understood—
This was him.
His need for speed.
His instinct to survive.
And now—
It was a part of him.
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The Present
Daisuke sat on the rooftop, watching the city below.
His past still haunted him.
He had never stopped running.
Not even now.
Even after joining Akira's team—
Even after facing enemies that defied reality—
A part of him still feared the day he wouldn't be fast enough.
But he couldn't run forever.
And with Minh and Cetz's forces closing in—
He knew.
The time to stop running had finally come.
This time—
He wasn't racing to escape.
He was racing to win.
And with Gale Phantom at his side—
He would make sure his team never fell behind.
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