At noon, the group gathered at the McLaren Racing team's leisure facility for lunch.
Conversation naturally turned to Sega's upcoming ga release.
"Releasing a Formula One ga at the Formula One event itself?" Senna's eyes lit up after hearing Takuya Nakayama's explanation. "That's a brilliant idea. The fans will love it."
"I hope so," Takuya said with a smile. "We've also prepared so small surprises, like our ga's steering wheel controller, which is modeled after the MP4/7A's design."
"Oh?" Berger's interest was piqued. "Can we try it out this afternoon? Let's see if your ga can make race faster than Ayrton!"
"I'm afraid not," Ron Dennis interjected coldly from the side. "You have a data eting this afternoon."
Berger's disappointed expression imdiately drew laughter from the group.
After lunch, Takuya Nakayama and his team tactfully took their leave, refraining from further disturbing McLaren Racing's intense pre-race preparations.
October 23rd, Friday.
The first day of the Japanese Grand Prix, featuring practice sessions.
The early morning mist had yet to dissipate over Suzuka Circuit, but the air was already dominated by a unique symphony: the high-pitched, air-splitting roar of Formula One engines, mingling with the distant murmur of a swelling crowd.
Though it was only a practice session, enthusiastic spectators had already flooded the grandstands, forming a human tide.
Unlike other overbearing sponsors, Sega's GG Brand didn't blanket the area with advertisents. Instead, it appeared strategically at key intersections leading to the stands and at the entrance to Motopia Amusent Park.
Beneath the blue and white SEGA logo, two attractions stood side by side: a futuristic-looking VR Racing arcade cabinet, and a Pikachu wearing a miniature helt and McLaren racing gear, playfully sparking electricity at passersby with a toothy grin.
"Hey, check it out! Sega's new arcade ga!" A young man in a Ferrari team jacket nudged his friend, pointing at the VR Racing display on the GG Brand sign. "It's Formula One-thed and looks really hardcore. Wanna try it later?"
His companion nodded, but his gaze was drawn to another corner of the GG Brand sign.
"What ga are you talking about? If my son sees that, he won't have a peaceful day."
Following his friend's gaze, the younger man saw the bright yellow electric mouse.
Sure enough, not far away, a small-scale "family war" had already erupted.
A boy who looked no more than ten years old was clinging tightly to the hem of his father's shirt, pointing at the GG Brand sign with his chubby finger, his face crinkled in excitent. "Dad! Dad! Pikachu! It's the racing Pikachu!"
The father looked helpless, trying to reason with him. "We ca to see Senna, not so yellow rat."
"But it's wearing a helt! It's a racing mouse!" The boy's logic was clear, his demand unmistakable, and he refused to back down until he got what he wanted.
Similar scenes played out repeatedly across the Suzuka Circuit.
So true gaming enthusiasts and racing fans, drawn by VR Racing's advertisents, headed straight for Motopia Amusent Park.
anwhile, families with children, "persuaded" by their kids, veered off their original route and headed toward the "limited rchandise sales point" marked on the GG sign.
At the Sega exhibition area in Motopia Amusent Park, Kevin stood with his arms crossed, looking contentedly at the scene before him.
The renovated area had an elegant atmosphere. Players who had collected their tickets were either sipping free drinks and chatting softly on the sofas, or watching the ga demonstrations on the big screen with keen interest.
There were no long queues, no loud shouts—everything was orderly and peaceful.
A Japanese youth, his cheeks still flushed with excitent from playing VR Racing, gesticulated wildly to his friend. "The speed sensation was incredible! When I went through the 130R high-speed turn, my heart nearly jumped out of my throat! They even added force feedback to the steering wheel—it felt amazing!"
Hearing this, Kevin grinned from ear to ear.
anwhile, at the Sega rchandise stand in the leisure area, a joyful chaos had erupted.
The counter was sward by layers of people, but upon closer inspection, the majority of the crowd consisted of a "dwarf army" of children, most under four feet tall.
"I want that one! I want the one with the helt!"
"Mom! Buy one! I'm not leaving if you don't!"
"One isn't enough! I want two! One for ho and one for school!"
The parents caught between the children wore expressions of both pain and joy.
A man in a suit sighed as he pulled out his wallet. "My entire month's allowance... all to buy a single mouse."
Takuya Nakayama and Mark Cerny stood nearby, quietly observing the scene.
A Japanese employee in charge of sales, drenched in sweat, squeezed through the crowd. Seeing Takuya, he looked like he'd found a savior, his face a mix of excitent and a hint of panic.
"Managing Director! It's terrible!"
Mark's heart tightened, fearing sothing had gone wrong.
The employee gasped for breath, holding up his walkie-talkie, his voice strained. "The five thousand—limited edition Pikachu plushies—the first batch—they're almost—almost sold out!"
Almost sold out?
Mark froze, montarily unable to reconcile the words "terrible" and "almost sold out" in a logical way.
"What kind of 'bad' is this? This is practically heaven!"
Beside him, Takuya Nakayama didn't even flinch, as if he'd anticipated this outco all along. He watched the employee before him, flushed red with excitent and nervousness, and a faint smile crept across his lips.
"Isn't this a good thing?"
The employee was stunned by this casual remark. "Huh? But, Managing Director, our stock is critically low! If we can't get more soon, the disappointed fans will cause trouble! Parents outside are already complaining!"
"Let them complain," Nakayama replied, his voice as calm as still water. "Listen carefully: go back now and take out today's ergency stock from the warehouse. Rember, only today's stock."
He paused, observing the employee's wide eyes, and continued thodically: "Once it's all sold out, imdiately post a notice in the most prominent spot at the counter."
Nakayama's asured tone carried a soothing power: "The notice should read: 'Thank you to all our car enthusiast friends for your overwhelming support! Today's limited-edition Pikachu plushies have sold out. To reward your enthusiasm, we will have ample stock ready for sale on Saturday and Sunday, starting promptly at 9 a.m. Please stay tuned!' Make the text large and eye-catching, understood?"
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