A faint, synchronized chorus of mouse clicks echoed across the office floor.
Posted by: Yu Suzuki, Second Developnt Departnt.
The mont that na appeared, everyone drew a sharp breath.
It was Yu Suzuki!
If it had been anyone else, people might have watched with detached curiosity. But when his na showed up, hearts leaped into throats.
This was Sega's ace—the god of technology. The fact that even he had stepped into the fray changed everything.
Eyes turned nervously to the content of his post.
[Executive Ga Discussion]
"Executive Nakayama, regarding your earlier proposal to develop an F1-thed ga on the Model 1 board: During our technical pre-research, the team has encountered an obstacle. The highly integrated paddle-shift steering wheel you ntioned—we currently have no physical reference available, making accurate simulation of force feedback and handling feel impossible. Does the company have any channels through which we could access the relevant hardware for developnt reference?"
The post was concise, no wasted words, cutting straight to the core technical issue.
Understanding dawned on everyone.
So that was it!
As expected of Yu Suzuki.
There was no room in his mind for workplace intrigue or politics. He cared only about one thing: making the ga as perfect as it could possibly be.
If an ordinary employee had asked this, it might have seed wildly ambitious. Coming from Yu Suzuki, it felt entirely reasonable.
Now the ball was in the executive's court.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for Nakayama Takuya's response.
This wasn't just an answer to a question—it was a declaration of intent to every developer in the company.
Would he deflect with vague assurances, or actually solve the problem?
As speculation swirled, the page refreshed automatically once more.
A new reply appeared—less than three minutes after Yu Suzuki's post.
Reply by: Nakayama Takuya, Executive Office.
"Excellent question. Force feedback and handling feel are the core of any F1 ga experience and must be perfected. Regarding physical references, I already have a preliminary plan in motion."
That opening line alone eased half the tension. The executive's attitude was clearly proactive.
But the next paragraph detonated the entire developnt floor.
"I will ask Director Yoshikawa to contact Honda. Through their connections, we can interface directly with the McLaren team. If things go smoothly, I will arrange for your core developnt staff to enter McLaren's pit area during this year's Japanese Grand Prix in the second half of the season for zero-distance observation. Additionally, this can serve as a promotional tie-in with the McLaren-Honda team. Further details will follow from the Executive Office assistant."
Boom—!
If the earlier mood had been frozen silence, now the whole building felt as though a depth charge had gone off.
"Did I read that right? McLaren?!"
"Into the pit area? Zero-distance observation? Holy hell!"
"The executive's connections are insane!"
Takahashi shot up from his chair, seizing a colleague by the shoulders and shaking him frantically. "Did you see that? Did you see that?!
McLaren—the team with Senna and Berger!"
After the initial shock, the BBS reply section spiraled out of control.
[Executive Ga Discussion] "Suzuki-sama, does your team need soone to fetch tea? The kind who'll buy their own ticket to Suzuka!"
[Executive Ga Discussion] "Please let tag along 1! I'll do anything—tighten bolts, change tires. Worst case, I'll hand gloves to Senna!"
[Executive Ga Discussion] "Executive, our Third Developnt Departnt is making a cops-and-robbers chase ga. Could you contact the tropolitan Police so we can experience real firearms—"
"The guy above is suspicious! If you want real gunfire, just rob a bank—imrsion guaranteed!"
"Hahahahaha!"
The day's pent-up tension ignited in an instant. The once-stiff "Sega Academy" BBS transford from a dour notice board into a boisterous wishing well and cody hub.
All the earlier whispers of "showmanship" or "trap" evaporated.
Having replied to Yu Suzuki, Nakayama Takuya watched the forum erupt into celebration and smiled with satisfaction.
This was precisely the vitality he wanted—the spark to shatter the stagnation.
Of course, promises made publicly were not empty.
He printed the exchange with Yu Suzuki, compiled it into a concise requirents docunt, then rose and headed directly to Director Yoshikawa's office.
Yoshikawa's office sat on the opposite side of headquarters, offering a panoramic view.
When Nakayama pushed the door open, Yoshikawa was just ending a call, a shrewd businessman's smile still on his face.
In recent years, as Nakayama-led cross-industry projects flourished, Yoshikawa—once a minor shareholder handling only public relations—had seen his influence and standing soar.
From the Fatal Fury animation tie-ins to the proliferating brand collaborations, nearly every major external initiative relied on his networking prowess.
These expanding partnerships not only boosted Sega's brand but also brought Yoshikawa substantial rewards and an ever-widening web of contacts.
"Takuya, co in," Yoshikawa said, motioning to the opposite chair with a half-joking tone. "Your BBS post has my phone ringing off the hook. Several departnt heads have already co asking whether the company is planning sothing huge."
"Just stirring the pot a little," Nakayama replied with a smile, sitting and handing over the docunt. "Though I do have a genuine favor to ask today."
"Oh?" Yoshikawa accepted the papers and adjusted his glasses.
One glance at the title raised his eyebrows.
By the ti he finished reading the request for "zero-distance observation of the McLaren team pit area," even the seasoned Yoshikawa removed his glasses and rubbed his temples.
He looked up at the young man before him, expression caught between amusent and exasperation.
"Takuya, do you think my office contains Doraemon's fourth-dinsional pocket?" He waved the sheet. "Direct contact with McLaren? Access to the pit area? Do you realize what you're asking?"
"It ans our racing ga will have the world's finest developnt reference," Nakayama answered calmly and confidently, as though stating the obvious. "It ans the na 'Sega' will appear alongside 'Senna' and 'Honda' in Japanese Grand Prix promotions."
Yoshikawa fell montarily silent.
He had to concede—the kid always pinpointed the single most irresistible angle.
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