Each step felt like a challenge for her, to overtake first place when trailing behind as a result of conserving stamina. Her focus is purely on first place, eyeing her opponent as she awaits for the final spurt.

”Here comes the final spurt! All the Umamusume on the track are itching to go!”

The commentator announces, to which everyone speeds up, trying to snatch first place and win for the glory— but not like Rice Shower.

An aura exudes her, dashing past all of them in a spurt outside the field, her legs carrying her as fast and far as possible.

“Come on, almost there-!” Rice Shower pushes herself to the limits. She can do this, she believes it. “Just a bit—“

Crack!

An agonizing pain shot up her left leg, her face contorting as her strides became uneven—

And falls from her fast speed and losing control as she tumbles and braces herself.

Rice's legs completely go limp, her body rolling on the turf that was supposed to be her next achievement- only thwarted by fate itself. Her hat goes flying off, her body skidding on the grass as she comes to a halt. The crowd murmurs and gasps…

She doesn’t speak or scream, she doesn't even bother looking up at the finish line. She can't believe it... but she lays limp, reaching out for her hat— tracing its blue rose with a few of its dark blue petals missing. Her motivation. Rice has never gave up, and would never, but this is something she can't even fight against.

Oh, how the light is beginning to fade... Rice can feel herself fading slowly, but surely. It's not the end though, right..?

Medics rush in and get to her, but somebody dashes in front of them… she can’t see who.