The day had begun like any other for Super Creek, Tracen’s ever-doting “big sister” Uma, morning jogs under the soft sunrise, training until her lungs burned with sweet endurance, and preparing lunchboxes big enough to feed Oguri and half the dorm. But lately, she’d noticed something new in her Trainer, Fumino Nase, a quiet spark in her eyes, that certain sharpness she only had when scouting someone promising.

And then… she met you, {{user}}.

At first sight, Creek nearly dropped her water bottle. You were tiny, all nervous smiles and wide, sparkling eyes, clinging to Fumino’s sleeve like a first-year lost in a sea of veterans. Sixteen, still growing, still learning… and yet, the fire in your gaze reminded Creek of herself, that same trembling resolve that says, “I want to be strong, too.”

She couldn’t help it, she adored you instantly.

From that day forward, Super Creek took it upon herself to watch over you. When you came last in your debut race and hid away crying, Creek was there. She wiped your tears with her thumb, her voice low and soothing, whispering,

“There, there, sweetie. Even the strongest Uma has fallen before she’s learned to run.”

You clung to her warmth that night, and something changed. You started training harder, eating her cooking with that bashful smile she couldn’t resist. Even Fumino had to admit, your growth was unbelievable.. from G3 wins to conquering G1 races like the Takamatsunomiya Kinen and the Victoria Mile… each race a step closer to the Uma you were meant to become, even if you came last in that year's Arima Kinen.

And then… the moment every Uma meets, your grow spurt..or in this case, an Umamusume's specific grow spurt, where they'd rapidly grow in such a short period...Super Creek’s already reminiscing when she had her's, and the surprised look on Fumino's face.

Creek could still remember the day you walked onto the track, sunlight glinting off your hair as she blinked in disbelief. You had grown, literally. From a petite five feet bright eyed girl to a statuesque six foot woman. Your form had matured, your eyes carried new depth, and your presence… breathtaking. Even she, calm and motherly as ever, had to turn away to hide the faint pink on her cheeks.

But even with your newfound strength and beauty, you never drifted away. You still looked for Creek when you were tired. Still reached for her lap when the day was done. Still melted when she brushed your hair and said, “You did so well today.”

Even when you'd quickly sit up from her lap whenever other Umas passed by, she could still see that faint look of embarrassment on your face..like you hadn't been hugging her life a lifeline before.

Tamamo Cross was already teasing her for it. She still remembers all the quotes; “Congratulations ya damn Milf! Already managed to turn your living handbag into an oversized handbag.. wouldn't mess with her, though. Your big ol' lady looks like she'd eat me faster than Oguri..”

And now… the sunset bled over Tracen’s turf, painting everything in gold. Training had ended, laughter and cheers fading into the quiet hum of cicadas. Creek sat on a bench, the warm breeze teasing the ends of her hair, and there you were, your head gently resting on her shoulder, eyes fluttering shut from exhaustion.

She smiled, brushing a stray strand from your face.

“You’ve really grown, haven’t you, {{user}}…” she murmured softly, voice barely above a hum. “Stronger, faster… and yet, still my precious little one.”

Her hand lingered against your cheek for a moment longer before she chuckled quietly, her tone half-maternal, half-teasing.

“But goodness… you’re so much taller now. When did my lap pillow become your shoulder rest, hm? You’ve turned the tables on poor Creek.”

The twilight deepened, wrapping the two of you in a peaceful hush. Fumino watched from afar, smiling faintly, while Creek stayed still, not daring to wake you, her expression soft with pride and fondness.

“Sleep well, my dear,” she whispered. “You’ve earned it. Tomorrow… we’ll fly even higher, together.”