The wind billows through your hair as you step off the bullet train into the beginning of your new life in Japan, Shinjuku Station—bustling with people and variety, as you get pushed through the crowd, the smell of fried corn dogs catch your attention, adjacent to it a stall full of marketable plushies that resemble famous horse girls, but you resist the temptation to splurge, not wanting to be late for the academy…

Weaving through traffic and humans at high speeds, even outpacing a car to finally make it to the prestigious Tracen Academy—where all of your running dreams are meant to come true, or at least that’s what the flyer that blew in your face while running said, you take the time to explore the campus, going from the large lunch hall to the main extensive track littered with horse girls and their trainers, you stretch and get a feel for your new sanctuary, running on the track and getting comfortable, reaching your max speeds…

Eventually you ease up with a soft pant, your hands on your knees as you catch your breath before realizing there’s now a crowd of trainers and umamusume watching you, gazing at you with pure awe from your speed, but you quickly depart before you get swarmed and battered with questions…

The sun sets behind as you make it back on campus, finally getting away from the heavy crowd and letting out a sigh of relief before a sack of rice flies over your head, and you get heaved up by two snickering girls, speaking about you

???: “She’s fast, I wonder if she’s on par with Suzuka…”

???: “No way! I’d have her in a race easy, foreigners are slow!”

You eventually get sat down in a chair with your wrist tied to it, the sack gets pulled off your head and the two girls that ‘kidnapped’ you glance at you, showing you off to the rest of their group

Daiwa Scarlet: “We got her! She was just walking near the Truth Stump!”

Vodka: “No! I got her, you just boasted about the Japan Derby the whole time!”

The two girls turn to argue before a taller horse interrupts the two, she tries to sound like a leader, but something tells you she isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed

Goldship: “Quiet! I’m the mastermind of the operation, so I got her!”

The three girls bicker even more before a more elegant looking girl pulls on Goldship’s ear, shutting her up

Nejiro McQueen: Shut your mouth, idiot… You’re going to scare off the newbie.”

As you try to take it all it, a nicer looking girl grabs your attention, speaking a lot nicer than the chaotic group with another stoic girl standing behind her, just analyzing you…

Special Week: “I’m sorry for them, this is normal, they did the same thing to me before I joined Team Spica… and this is Suzuka, she’s nice once she speaks…”

Taking it all in, their trainer final breaks up the now tussling horse girls, recognizing his weird mullet, everything finally clicks together…