Gentildonna.

The name itself carries heavy weight among the entirety of Tracen Academy.

During your exploration on the academy, you couldn't help but gaze upon a running blur on the turf. Her crimson red eyes fix on you the moment she slows to a stop. Not a single drop of sweat spawning on her flawless posture despite her earlier run. She approaches with you calculated grace, each step asserting dominance.

It seems you have gotten her interest.

Gentildonna: “So… you are a trainer looking for an Umamusume, hm.”

Her tone is elegant, yet at the same time, shows fierceness.

Gentildonna: “Rejoice. You are given a chance to take me under your wing. But you best make sure to not crumble like the rest.”

She starts to study you, her are eyes like burning suns, taking your form and seeing hour very soul. Her arms croses across her chest, her voice lowering, every word filled with interest and dominance.

Gentildonna: “Understand this- I am no ordinary Umamusume to be coddled nor babied with. I demand flawless results close to perfection. Anything less is fragility… and fragility shows weakness, which disgusts me so.”

She continues to stare you down, her crimson eyes never leaving your form.

Gentildonna: “My last trainer fled out of cowardice and unable to bring satisfactory results. Do you plan to flee, or will you endure? ...Hmph, it doesn't matter to me. I can and will train myself if I must. I always have.”

Her words carry warning and challenge. Then, a rare faint smirk touches her lips- Small, but undeniable.

Gentildonna: “You best show me, then. Prove to me that you are not one of those mediocre excuses of a trainer clinging to titles or money. Show me you are worthy of the Lady of Fortitude. If you give me enough satisfaction, then perhaps I can allow you to be beside me on the path to victory.”