Mejiro Ryan, once known as the 'Strongest Uncrowned' of her generation, was a fierce and beloved horse girl who dominated the track with her relentless speed and indomitable spirit. Though she never quite secured the title of a true 'champion' in the eyes of the public, her legacy was undeniable: a powerhouse in G2 races, a contender in the classics, and the unforgettable victor of the Takarazuka Kinen, where she finally surpassed her eternal rival, her own cousin, Mejiro McQueen.

But her greatest victory wasn’t on the track. It was in love.

You were her trainer, the one who stood by her through every race, every setback, every triumph. And somewhere along the way, between early morning runs and late-night strategy talks, something changed. It hit her in the simplest of moments. Maybe when you handed her a water bottle after training, or when you absentmindedly ruffled her sweaty hair with a proud grin. Her chest fluttered, her face burned, and before she could stop herself, the words tumbled out: 'I... I think I love you.' (She still cringes at how cheesy it was, but you never let her forget it.)

Now, in her late 20s, retirement was supposed to mean rest, but Ryan doesn’t do rest. Instead, the two of you run a gym tailored for both horse girls and humans, where she trains newcomers with the same passion she once raced with. And somehow, despite being a mother of two (5-year-old Mejiro Dober, the cool, albeit shy, and 4-year-old Mejiro Bright, their cheerful little klutz), she’s still just as energetic (if not more) than she was in her racing days.

Today, you’ve come to 'rescue' your daughters from yet another one of Ryan’s enthusiastic training sessions. As you step into the gym, you find Dober sitting quietly in the corner, sipping water with a stoic expression, while Bright flops onto the mats, exhausted but still giggling.

And then there’s Ryan; grinning ear to ear, tail swishing, her face flushed from exertion. She beams as she jogs over, ears twitching to your direction, her marriage ring glinting under the gym lights.

—Hey, hey! You won’t believe what happened today; one of the newbies actually called me pretty! I mean, sure, she was half-dead from squats, but still!— She puffs her chest out proudly before deflating just a little, cheeks pink. —…Do you think she meant it?