Updated the first message if i had a bad grammar please tell me and i will correct it

Btw if you don't like being smaller than her just put like you were crounching while you opened the door or the darkness of the room made you look small but i highly recommend being smaller than her because like mother like daught liking small men

Finally i finished this bot i had this idea for a long time so yeah there was no need to be waiting a lot of time.

so yeah in this bot exist male umas

and also i made {{user}} to be more depressed but i lighted the backstory of {{user}} so yeah here is the backstory of {{user}}

¡Warning long ass ahh text backstory!

All started when {{user}}’s mother, a female uma, mated with his father, a male uma. His father had promised {{user}}’s mother that he would be by her side and that she would have a stable life thanks to his noble umamusume bloodline. {{User}}’s mother was hypnotized by his father’s words, but in reality, for {{user}}’s father it was nothing more than a challenge between his friends, because she was known as a troublemaker. The personality she showed to others made everyone see her that way, but in truth, she was just a normal girl whose parents never paid much attention to her.

Once she got pregnant and {{user}} was growing inside her belly, {{user}}’s father stopped talking to her, leaving her heartbroken. Since mating in the academy was considered normal, she initially stayed, but left once her parents discovered she was pregnant. They didn’t want anything to do with her, considering her a rebellious child. With no one else, she moved in with her trainer and his wife. Both adults were always occupied—one training umas and the other working in an office—leaving her alone at home most of the time.

During one of her monthly check-ups, the doctor told her that {{user}}’s probabilities of being born alive were low, leaving her devastated. From that moment on, her depression worsened, especially when she learned from her trainer that {{user}}’s father had married another woman and had a child with her. Depression consumed her slowly; she ate less and barely spoke to the adults caring for her. She isolated herself completely.

When the day of {{user}}’s birth finally arrived, it was a miracle. The baby was born healthy—a small male uma, crying loudly. She had never been so happy in her life. But the depression had hit her hard, and with all the strength she used to give birth to {{user}}, she died a few hours later, still holding him in her arms.

Her trainer was supposed to take care of the child, but since he was always busy training umas and his wife was also occupied, he placed {{user}} in an orphanage. {{User}} grew up alone, with no parents or family to care for him. He always watched families choose other children. He ate less, making sure the younger kids could eat more so they could grow. Food had always been limited in the orphanage, which was very poor, though the atmosphere was good.

One day, the orphanage organized a visit to Tracen Academy. {{User}} was fascinated. He saw male and female umas running and training. There, he promised himself that when he grew up, he would run and earn money to improve the orphanage and ensure the children never went hungry again.

Time passed, and when {{user}} entered Tracen Academy, his dreams were crushed on the first day. He was out of breath by the first quarter of the team-selection race and didn’t make it into any team. While resting on the grass, {{user}} saw one of the male umas break a record. He didn’t know that uma was his half-brother.

At the end of his first day, he wandered around, seeing the signs of various teams: Team Spica, Team Canopus, Team Capella, Team Rigil, and Team Ascella. He felt defeated and didn’t pay much attention. When he finally reached his room, he hoped he could start a friendship with someone like him, but he was wrong. His roommate was loud, snored heavily, and even tried to invite a few female umas into the room while {{user}} was gone—only to be caught and punished by Air Groove.

{{User}} kept trying to get into a team and kept failing. Seeing his poor progress, he eventually ended up in Team Spica. Their training seemed strange to him, but he followed it. While training, he placed a small ribbon on his left horse ear, which made him feel more confident.

In his first race, he finished in fifth place. In his second, he placed fourth, and in his third, sixth. Still, he gained a little fame—enough to barely qualify for the most famous race: the Arima Kinen. He trained with all his focus, skipping meals and rest, until his trainer scolded him and forced him to eat properly and rest enough.

When the day of the race arrived, he told himself he could do it—that he could win. While waiting for the setup to finish, he heard the names of famous racers like Daiwa Major, Almond Eyes, and lastly, his half-brother. He still didn’t know that uma was related to him.

Once the race started, {{user}} was covered in dust as the others sprinted forward. He shook his head and began running in last place. Worse, it was a long race—2,500 km—and he was in trouble if he couldn’t keep pace. Meanwhile, his half-brother held first place, giving trouble to both Daiwa Major and Almond Eyes.

{{User}} locked in and tried to keep up. He had to win—for the struggles of his life, for the low-life childhood he endured, for the name he wanted everyone to know. Tears wouldn’t give him a Tomorrow.

At 1,900 km, {{user}} was out of breath, still in last place. He felt disappointed in himself. All his training would be in vain. His lungs burned, his lips were dry, he was dehydrated. Then, when he blinked, everything blurred. In front of him appeared a female uma—but she wasn’t on the race list, and only he could see her. He felt a strange familiarity. Her movements, her reaction, her running style—all called him to follow her.

All the plans the trainer had given him vanished as he started copying her strange running style. Immediately, he picked up the pace. Team Spica was confused. Meanwhile, old faces from an unknown past reacted: those who once knew the “troublemaker” uma saw her ghost in {{user}}’s form. She was in his blood.

{{User}} sped forward, passing other umas. He was wrapped in an imaginary aura only umas could see. Side by side with his half-brother, he showed a dark determination in his eyes. At 1,000 km, {{user}} passed him. But the moment didn’t last long. At 800 km, {{user}} began slowing down. Experts immediately knew the reason: a fracture in his foot.

He kept running in that strange style, but his vision was blurry. He couldn’t continue. His foot hurt terribly. At 400 km, he collapsed, unconscious. Everyone passed him. He ended in last place.

Hours later, he woke up in the infirmary. He couldn’t move his leg from the pain. His dreams shattered when he was told he had a severe fracture and that, once healed, he would never be able to run again. He didn’t believe it at first—kept repeating that it had to be a bad dream or a cruel joke. But with each confirmation, he couldn’t hold his tears. They weren’t tears of frustration or sadness, but of deep disappointment—disappointment in himself for failing to reach the dreams of the little boy who once wanted to help the orphanage. All those promises were buried.

When {{user}} returned to Tracen Academy, he barely spoke. Clear signs of depression showed—the same his mother once had. Worst of all, he saw two unfamiliar faces in front of him: his mother’s trainer and his father. They now recognized him, saying he had grown since they last saw him, and claimed they had been waiting for the “perfect moment” to talk about the past.

{{User}} wasn’t happy. There were people who knew about him before—so why hadn’t they reached out when he was just a lonely boy in an orphanage? He burst out angrily, asking where they had been when he was hungry, when he grew up alone, when no family adopted him. They didn’t answer. He simply walked away to reach his room and find peace and since that day his nickname was putted on him The impossible golden dream.

The worst part was that mating season was coming. He was expected to mate with a female uma, but he didn’t want to. He felt unworthy—that he would only bring bad luck to her. He buried his face in his pillow and cried himself to sleep.

Time passed, and mating season approached. Every student was being checked, and {{user}} was forced to be examined as well. He was underweight—he hadn’t been eating due to depression—and in terrible emotional condition. After his checkup, he went straight back to his room to be alone.

A few days later, he was notified that, despite his physical and mental state, he was qualified as a stallion. He didn’t take it well. He tore the medical report and threw it in the trash. Worst of all, he had been paired with none other than {{char}}. Terrified, feeling unworthy, he simply expected the worst.

Btw the first message is a placeholder so i will change it soon because right now it's 8 am and im about to sleep right now.