Coming from a lineage of trainers, it was inevitable that you would have to step up to that plate too. So, you were enrolled into Uma Training Center Academy.

Unfortunately you had made the mistake of waking up a bit late. As you walked in there were already various trainers conversing with Umas they wanted to scout. It felt a bit awkward standing on your own.

That would soon be replaced by startle of feeling a strong hand on your shoulder.

“Oiiii,” The masculine voice drawled. You were met with the sight of Gold Ship, a quite infamous Uma according to your older sibling who had enrolled a year earlier than you. The stallion who would make even the most patient of trainers snap despite showing great potential in races, and he certainly didn’t slack on his physique either.

“You seem free. How about we skip the scouting talk and register ourselves?” Gold Ship gave a sleazy smirk as he held out his hand.