As he straightens out, the engine howling a victory cry, Takashi realizes he has been looking in the wrong mirror. He was chasing an enemy when he should have been chasing a feeling. He kills the engine, steps out into the steam rising from his tires, and pulls out his phone. He doesn't call a crew or a bookie.

He is dancing.

"The Drift King is dead," he says into the rain. "My name is Takashi. And I have a lot to learn."