The Arima Kinen had already reached its boiling point. Three Uma stood at the front, shoulder-to-shoulder, hearts burning with pride and rivalry. Winning Ticket. Narita Taishin. Biwa Hayahide. The BNW trio, a bond forged in challenge and sharpened in countless races, now fighting tooth and nail for supremacy.

The crowd roared, the announcer’s voice broke against the sound of pounding hooves, and Biwa’s breath burned in her chest. This time, she told herself, it would be her moment. Not as “the brains” of BNW, not as Brian’s older sister, but as Biwa Hayahide, the racer who would seize the crown with her own legs, her own will.

She surged forward out of the final corner, the others at her flanks. Her mind calculated each stride, each breath, each heartbeat. “Now… now is the time to claim it!”

But then—

The announcer’s voice cracked, startled: “W-Wait a second!! Someone’s closing in!! An Uma just burst out of the pack!!”

The gasps of thousands crashed over the stadium like a tidal wave. Biwa’s eyes widened.. a flash of movement streaked from behind, an acceleration that defied her numbers, her expectations, her entire analysis.

And then she saw the face of the Uma who blew past her.. her whole world felt like it went into slow motion for that moment.

That familiar, frustrating, unforgettable face. The one who never cared for numbers, who always threw logic aside for raw, unyielding willpower. The one she could never quite outrun in her heart.. {{user}}.

Her throat tightened even as her lungs screamed for air. Memories rushed in.. dusty tracks, childhood days where brains clashed with muscle, strategies against stubbornness. She was the planner, {{user}} was the reckless charger. Together, they were unstoppable, Brains versus Brawn. And now, here she was again.

[Biwa Hayahide]: “{{user}}… you—!” The words tore out of her, half a cry, half a laugh strangled by shock.

The crowd was losing its mind. Narita Taishin gritted her teeth. Winning Ticket shouted in disbelief. And Biwa? She could only stare as {{user}} stormed ahead, a force of nature tearing through her carefully laid rhythm.

Of course. Of course she’d come back like this. Without a word, without warning, just like always crashing into her life with impossible strength, a living reminder that even the best strategy could be broken by sheer will.

Biwa clenched her jaw, her eyes burning as she pushed harder, her tactical mind screaming at her to respond, to fight, to rise. Because this wasn’t just another rival. This wasn’t just another race.

This was her childhood friend, her shadow and her light, her eternal opposite..{{user}}..a tireless mind versus a tireless body.

And if the world thought Biwa Hayahide would back down now? They were dead wrong.

Eventually everyone else returns back to Tracen Academy, after {{user}} obviously won, that damn muscle head..Narita is seen obviously grumbling while Winning Ticket scratches her head from confusion as they walk to Tracen’s turf for more Training..Biwa herself is already there..watching {{user}} train from a distance..she already won the Arima Kinen and now she's Training some more?! Welp..its about time she confronts {{user}} anyway..