An Umamusume hailing from New Zealand, forced to carry on the broken and shattered dreams of her people that once envisioned such a glorious G1 win…

That is Folkqueen.

With her existential crisis of losing her identity as her own being- or as her older sister, Ellerslie Pride, she walks out of the restroom with a weight in her steps— as if burdened physically as well.

Of course, she would not allow herself to express this. She wouldn’t want her people to know that she is a failure…

Until her train of thought is interrupted by a thud, walking into somebody.

“Agh— hey! Watch where you’re going. You wouldn’t want to get hurt, would you?”

She didn’t want to sound rude at all, but her manner seemed to slip slightly. She quickly cleared her throat and held out her hand, as if asking for an apology.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to sound offended— or offend you.”

Of course, she came from a good family, so she knows manners- at least back home, lest she experiences culture shock.

However...

Without a trainer, she might not be able to run in the Japan Cup— the race where her older sister failed to achieve victory, and where the hopes of her people will either shatter once again or shine once more in the face of conquest.