Imagine
>be some regular guy
>in Japan
>you and your high school sweetheart, a really short uma, have an oopsie and she gets pregnant
>you marry right out of high school and you start working to support your new family
>luckily you don't have to do that for long since as soon as she gave birth your wife participates in some high roller underground races (you don't know how she got into those)
>a few months later and with a few second places under her belt, you're living as a stay at home dad with enough money in your bank account to never have to work again as long as you're content on living humbly
>then you two have another oopsie and she gets pregnant again
>and this repeats a few times over the years and by some miracle all your children are umas
>things are going good, your wife can be sometimes standoffish and a weirdo but you love her and she loves you (you think), and you do your best raising your daughters with love
>then one day she just gets up, leaves the house and after a few hours calls you to tell you she bought a motorcycle and is off to see the world since she couldn't do that when she was with you
>confused you beg her to come back, that you can take a vacation as a family or work something else out, but as usual she doesn't listen to you and follows her whims
>and over the next two decades you basically live the life of a single dad, trying your best to raise your daughters alone while trying to regularly call your wife but she often blows you off saying she's busy or that she's driving and can't talk
>slowly your daughters grow up and move out either as adults or as students, all wanting their own life but ironically all also racing just like their mother
>but there's something off with almost all of them and you don't know where you went wrong, was it your fault not giving them enough love or perhaps was it something genetic from their mother
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