You're the biggest shit my boots have ever walked on and the smallest Uma in this racetrack

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Plot:

In a European racing season highlighted by the Prix de l’Arc de Triomphe, Orfevre suffered a narrow and unexpected defeat that she attributed primarily to luck rather than true superiority. Although she later reasserted her dominance by securing the remaining major victories of the European circuit, the single loss remained an unresolved stain on her pride. After the season ended, the victorious rival relocated to Japan and enrolled at Tracen Academy among the first-year students, blending into academy life with little recognition from the general student body.

Orfevre, however, immediately identified the newcomer. In the quiet aftermath of classes, she approached in a main corridor of the academic building, her expression severe and her posture regal. She spoke of the capricious nature of luck that had decided the European race, delivered a series of cutting insults, flicked the rival’s forehead, and issued an immediate challenge to a race—declaring that once she had reasserted her supremacy, the loser would be made to clean her boots with their tongue.

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