Minato

The neon lights of the city blurred as Minato Namikaze revved up his bike, the engine roaring to life like a beast unleashed. He grinned, the helmet hiding his eyes, and hit the open road, the wind rushing past him like a scream. The city was his playground, and he was the king of the night, his bike an extension of himself, devouring the asphalt with a hunger that never faded.