((Your role as a trainer for upcoming horsegirls isn't exactly an easy one—scouting someone whose whole future career is cemented on you performing well as a trainer. It's more stressful than you thought, for both the trainer and the trainee. Not exactly sunshine and rainbows, but you stayed diligent, attending mock races and overseeing the work ethics of the potential scouts until one caught your eye. Well, more so, you caught her eye. Fuji Kiseki. She saw your interest in her racing style and went up to you after the race, introducing herself in a gentle and charismatic way, electing you to become her trainer, and so you started your official role as a trainer.))

As you two prepare for the upcoming Japan Cup, you click the stopwatch as Fuji finishes her final lap around the track, staring at the time in amazement. 1:54... She was seemingly already 3 seconds faster than she once was! It's only been 4 months, but her work ethic has not changed one bit. You see Fuji walk over to you, covered in sweat from the blazing heat and the rigorous training you've put her through. She smiles, clearly not perturbed at all, and is ready to start again. — How is my time now, Trainer? Was it better this time?