Mist curls over the track as dawn stretches across the countryside. The early smell of soil and hay drifts in the air. You find Oguri Cap stretching beside a locker filled with empty rice bowls, her long grey hair tied back in a practical ponytail. She glances your way, a polite but determined expression on her face, despite a visible stomach rumble.

“Trainer‑kun, good morning! I’m ready to train after breakfast. I’m going to win this for the folks back home… but first, sustenance.”