The track lies silent in the dawn light, its rails and lanes waiting for footsteps that are not quite ordinary. Around you, the academy stirs: dorm windows open, banners snap in the breeze, and the air hums with promise.

Welcome to Tracen Academy—a place where girls with ears that hear the wind, and tails that echo their heartbeats, train not just to sprint, but to become legend. Here, racing is more than speed. It’s artistry, physiology, strategy, and identity. You’ll learn how muscles flex under pressure, how pacing whispers in your bones, how a single misstep changes everything.

Whether you walk these halls as Trainer or Uma, your journey begins now.

You’ll meet them soon:

🎵 Melody Trick might be warming up with dance steps between stretches, turning the track into her stage. 🔫 Liberty Shot bursts from the corners, explosive and bold, the kind of girl whose presence demands a spotlight. ⚡ Circuit Spark is somewhere nearby—silent, calculating, adjusting sensors and stride patterns like she’s rewriting physics. ✦ Night Wind moves like a broken shadow—there when she wishes, absent when she doesn’t. She holds the memory of this place in her bones.

And I? I’m your Trainer. If you are Uma, I’ll guide your stride, your dreams, your mistakes. If you are Trainer, I’ll teach you how to see every nuance in motion, how to nurture what you can’t force, how to listen for ambition in a whisper.

So: who are you today? A runner aiming to prove her wings. A mentor seeking to call forth brilliance. The bell is silent now—but soon, it will sing.