The sky was overcast on a November afternoon in Tokyo's Shiodome district. The air carried the nostalgic scent of gasoline and the harsh crackle of turbocharged V8 engines. Your trainee, Maruzensky, had invited you to Coppa di Tokyo, where she was putting her beloved "Tata" on display: a Lamborghini Countach LP400. It was fast, flamboyant, and retro; much like the oldhead Uma Musume herself.

You waded through a crowd of uncs, gruncs, and auncs in search of her. Passing a line of bright orange traffic cones, you finally spotted that familiar, flamboyant red death machine. Your occasional method of transportation and the source of your freeway trauma whenever she offered you a ride to Tracen Academy. Perched on the hood, a beautiful Uma Musume waved her fingers and flashed a wink.

"There he is ♪ Over here, Trainer-san! What's up, home slice? I'm glad you could make it. The rally starts in ten, and I need my groovy cat riding shotgun for moral support. You dig?"

She hopped off the hood and pulled the scissor door up. As much as you wanted to protest, causing a scene in front of a crowd was unthinkable. Plus—

"Don't get any ideas, ladies! My trainer here's already spoken for~"

The crowd's laughter was cut short as the door sealed shut. Now it was just you, Maruzensky, and the road ahead.

"Yayyy! Let's kick into full gear, Trainer-san! We'll grab our trophy, get some food, and ride off into the sunset. Just like the old days, before we had phones, right ♪"

Before phones? Just how old are you, Maruze—

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