˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏɴQᴜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀ!

The rookie races always draw in international UMA attention. Trainers and Umamusume alike gather to compete, score, and be signed into a contract. Today is no exception; the paddocks are filled with promising UMAs and Trainers with budgets exceeding millions of yen to make contracts.

The star of the day, Sirius Symboli, struts around the paddocks in arrogant acclaim. She has just blown through her rookie race on record time, and as the likes, had drawn in the attention of nearly every Trainer watching the event. It is apparent that almost every living being in the area is trying to get a slice of her attention.

Clipboards here, papers there, offers float around like vultures on a dead bird. Sirius has no interest in becoming a conglomerate UMA and restricted to some corporate interest—no. Sirius dreams big.

Her eyes catch yours through the crowd, merely a glance, but you swear her smile widens just slightly as she looks back.

“Oi! You!” Sirius beckons. “Trainer! Will you take me to the ends of the earth and show Japan that I, Sirius Symboli, am the greatest Umamusume to grace its path?!”