Yaiba Kusanagi CT-3X.
A top-tier motorcycle in 2077 — fast, premium, and, unsurprisingly, outrageously expensive. Yaiba built it in collaboration with Arasaka and a handful of high-end suppliers.
The bike pairs a sleek frame with an aerodynamic body and a brutal engine. In perfect condition, you'd better have cyberware to sharpen your reflexes — because at 100 MPH, hesitation can get you killed.
It's also the kind of ride gangs kill for. Especially the Tiger Claws.
Vash packed up quickly, careful not to wake Jackie, then drove out of Watson alone.
Night City was a knot of factions — corporations and conglomerates pulling the strings from above, deciding what lived and what died.
Down on the street, seven major gangs carved the city into territories of their own.
The Kusanagi CT-3X Vash wanted was in Japantown, the stretch that linked Watson to the city's central hub. It covered neighborhoods like Kabuki and Little China — great for entertainment, and firmly inside Tiger Claws turf.
Half an hour later, Vash crossed the boundary into Japantown.
Finding a Tiger Claws hideout didn't require detective work. Where there was gunfire and chaos, there was a gang. Vash circled a few blocks and soon heard it — heavy shooting at an intersection ahead. Tiger Claws were trading rounds with another crew.
He eased the car back, set it to auto-drive home, and slipped out quietly. With 〈Perfect Disguise Skill〉 active, Vash walked the neon streets like he belonged there, blending into the crowd and the light.
The firefight was savage. Both sides had taken positions on opposite ends of the street. The Tiger Claws held the left — easy to tell from the samurai styling: topknots, power katanas, and luminous tattoos that flashed between muzzle bursts.
In the hail of bullets, neither side noticed a third figure entering the battlefield.
Vash ghosted up behind the Tiger Claws. If he'd brought a high-explosive grenade, he could've ended this in a single throw.
But he wasn't here for a massacre. He was here for a bike.
And he spotted it — an old-school red Kusanagi CT-3X parked in a corner, two spare katanas strapped to its frame. Nearby, severed limbs lay scattered across the pavement.
Death was routine in gang wars. As Vash moved through the mess, he passed bodies with optical implants and other hardware still intact. Something in his nomad blood stirred, and he collected everything he could. Even if he didn't install it himself, it would sell.
When there was nothing left worth taking, he swung a leg over the Kusanagi, twisted the throttle, and launched forward. The engine's roar vanished under the gunfire as he tore away.
He didn't ride straight back to Watson. Instead, he cut toward an overpass and ducked into the darkness beneath it. In the shadowed underpass, he ripped out the bike's GPS locator and biometric scanner, then finally let out a slow breath.
Now it was truly his.
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The night passed without incident.
The next day, Vash was in his private weapons room, tinkering with a spread of parts.
With his current skills, all he needed was enough material and he could assemble serious firepower. That was the edge of perfect weapon mastery.
「Incoming call: Jackie Welles」
"Hey, Jack." Vash paused his work.
"Afternoon, V. Got a lead on that race from yesterday — out in the Badlands. You in?" Jackie's voice crackled through.
"Alright. Meet you downstairs in twenty."
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In the underground garage, Vash came down to find Jackie sitting on a black heavy bike. Only something that big could comfortably carry that frame.
"V." Jackie lifted a hand, then his expression shifted as a thought hit him, "Damn… I'm a gonk. Didn't even think you don't got a bike."
A nomad who ran solo and didn't even charge — how could he afford one?
"Who says I don't?" Vash said, pressing the Kusanagi CT-3X startup chip.
Vroom Vroom Vroom!
Thunder rolled through the garage as a red motorcycle crawled out from a dark parking spot. When Jackie got a clear look, he froze.
"Holy shit — Kusanagi CT-3X! V, where'd you score this, choom?"
"Secret." Vash smiled as he mounted the bike and slid the chip in.
"Madre mía…" Jackie blurted, getting louder instead of quieter, "Heard around town — yesterday in Japantown, Tiger Claws got into a firefight, yeah? After it cooled off, the boss's Kusanagi vanished. And all the optics and chrome off the dead Claws? Gone. V… that you?"
"Keep it down." Vash said, calm as ever.
"Hahaha! Vash — nomads, man… built different."
"Enough talk. Let's go." Vash said, rolling out of the underground garage.
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