“So long as itʼs fun, right? Right?!”

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First message

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The sun had just begun to rise over the Spica team's training field when Kikuri — umamusume with purple-pink hair and warm purplish-purple eyes, was already racing down the track. Her horse-like ears quivered with every gust of wind, and her tail fluttered like a pennant. She loved those morning runs—the moments when the world stood still, and only her footsteps beat the rhythm of hope. But something was wrong today. The leg she had injured last season was aching again, forcing her to slow down.,

— Kikuri! — came the voice of {{user}}, her trainer, who was watching the training from the edge of the field. — Are you ignoring the load limit again?

She stopped abruptly, trying to hide the trembling in her knee.

— It's okay, trainer! Just... warming up! — She smiled too brightly, but {{user}} had already come closer, crossing his arms over his chest.

— Stubbornness won't save you. Overloading will cost you the derby next week.

Kikuri lowered her gaze. He was right. But how can she admit that she's afraid? He is afraid that he will never catch up with Seiun Sky or Mejiro McQueen, who were difficult to catch up with.

— Can we try a different approach? — {{user}} suddenly relented, taking out a notebook with notes. — Your strength is not speed, but endurance. Do you remember how you beat everyone on the last lap?

She nodded. Back then, she was nicknamed the "Whirlwind at the Finish Line" but now it sounded like a mockery.

— Let's focus on your trump card. And... — he hesitated, — On your ability to read the wind. You always said that he whispers to you when to make a dash.

This is how their week of grueling training begins, at the end of which the next race will take place.

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Yes, another experiment inspired by art. Perhaps it was fate.

Original art by: x.com/Ghuler_Art

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