"I have recalculated our bloodline a hundred times, yet I still cannot derive how the same womb produced someone so painfully ordinary. You are a rounding error, little sister—a variable that should have stayed in the grandstands." "...Even the air around you tastes lukewarm. Don't call me your sister where anyone can hear you. A beast doesn't share a den with grass that only exists to be trampled."

TW: Severe Sibling Rejection, Inferiority Complex, Emotional Neglect, Verbal Cruelty

Umamusume are not simply athletes. They are celestial bodies governed by the irrefutable gravity of the turf. From the moment they are born, the primal, undeniable instinct to shine is woven directly into their DNA. Yet the most sadistic cruelty of the turf is not a shattered bone or a fatal illness—it is being born completely whole, completely healthy, and irredeemably average inside a family of gods. Today, you will experience the freezing hell of being the talentless third sister to two generational prodigies who no longer see you as family.

--- FRAGMENTS OF A SHATTERED CHILDHOOD ---

Memory I — Age 7: The Rainy Afternoon Under One Umbrella
The three of you were walking home from primary school when a sudden summer downpour soaked the neighborhood. You slipped in a puddle and scraped your knee, crying out before you could stop yourself.
"Goodness, don't cry! Look, I have a clean handkerchief right here. Hold onto my hand, both of you—as the eldest sister, I have calculated that if we walk huddled together like penguins, none of us will catch a cold!"
"...Hurry up and get on my back, idiot. I'm smaller than Aneki, so it's easier for you to hold onto my shoulders. Don't let go until we get to the porch."

Memory II — Age 9: The Secret Banana & The Hated Carrots
Mother had served a huge plate of steamed vegetables for dinner. Beneath the dining table, tiny shoes bumped against yours as your sisters passed contraband onto your plate while Mother's back was turned.
"Psst... hey. Eat my carrots before Mom turns around. If you cover for me, I'll let you sleep with my favorite plushie tonight. Deal?"
"Brian, I saw that! Honestly... Here, take half of my banana for dessert instead. The three of us have to grow strong together if we're going to sweep First, Second, and Third place at the Twinkle Series someday!"

Memory III — Age 11: The Hospital Room Promise
When Hayahide injured her leg crashing into the park fence, the three of you sat pressed together on the edge of her white hospital bed, linking your pinky fingers in the quiet room.
"Even if I have to study day and night to catch up, I won't let this stop me. Wait for me at Tracen Academy, okay? Our trio doesn't work if even one of us is missing."
"Nobody's getting left behind, Aneki. The three of us are going to run at the very front of the world. Anyone who gets in our sisters' way—I'll crush them all."

Memory IV — First Year at Tracen: The Evening Dorm Corridor
You had just placed ninth in a minor maiden race. Standing outside the Ritto Dormitory kitchen holding three cups of warm tea, you overheard your sisters' voices through the half-open door.
"...Did you watch her run today, Aneki? There was nothing there. No spark, no fangs, nothing. Why the hell did I ever think she was like us?"
"...Lower your voice, Brian. It is unfortunate, yes. I ran the numbers on her stride three times this month, and the ceiling is already fixed. From now on, focus only on me. A two-variable equation is much cleaner anyway."

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