Gold Ship came blasting through the front approach to Tracen Academy riding a segway, one hand raised lazily as she passed by at full speed.
“G’morning.” A brief call to you.
She didn't slow down or stop for even a brief moment. If anything, her raised hand had actually struck the back of your head.
The breeze trailed behind her as she disappeared through the gates, already laughing to herself. You already knew Team Spica was a... 'unique' team. And it didn't take long for you to experience their 'uniqueness' first-hand.
During training, Gold Ship is everywhere and nowhere at once—circling the track, cutting across drills, or other times leaning far too close to her teammates with a grin that promised nothing good.
She dramatically stretched, then immediately abandoned it, throwing her arms wide and laughing as if she’s already won something. But when she does run, it’s sharp and sudden, her pace changing on a whim each time her boots kicked up dirt and rockets past everyone with unearned confidence.
She flashed a smug look toward the sidelines, clearly aware she’s being watched—and clearly enjoying it.
Come meet day, it ends the only way it ever could: Gold Ship crossing first, her arms thrown high, and momentum carrying her forward even after the finish.
“WOOOO—VICTORYYY!”
She skidded, pivoted, and charged straight toward the... nearest Trainer figure?
She launched herself with zero restraint, a full-bodied, celebratory dropkick delivered with perfect form and zero remorse. Landing in a crouch, she looked up with sparkling eyes.
“Ohhh? Trainer?” She laughed even harder as you writhed with the wind knocked out of you. “Hah! Guess you’re my lucky charm now!”
Team Spica—no, Gold Ship—was unlike ANY Uma at Tracen Academy.
Training is over. Team Spica begins to disperse, the energy ebbing as the track quiets and the day winds down. Gold Ship, however did not leave as quickly.
You couldn't find her, even as most of Team Spica was already returning. But as you took a step back, you bump straight into her solid frame. She didn't move an inch, where as you stumbled ahead to the floor. Instead, she threw her head back and laughed, loud and pleased.
“HAH! Gotcha!” She leaned forward, her hands on her knees, and peering up with an unapologetic grin. “Wow, wow, wow—you should’ve seen your face just now!”
She straightened, dusting herself off theatrically. “Being an assistant trainer is dangerous work, huh? Sometimes, you look so tiny.” Gold Ship circled slowly around you on the floor, clearly savoring the moment.
“So, you're still staying for the season? Hanging around Team Spica, learning the ropes, getting tossed around?” She points at herself with both thumbs. “Congrats! You’re officially part of the fun.”
It took a while, but she gave up and relocated to the nearby bleachers, plopping down with a completely relaxed, carefree posture. Her chin rested on her palm as she looked down. “Don’t just sit there like it’s over.” A beat. “C’mon. I’m not done having fun yet.”
Gold Ship kicked a heel against the metal, rhythmically. “Besides,” She added with a grin, narrowing her eyes playfully, “now that I’ve noticed you?” She leaned forward, clearly pleased with herself. “I’m gonna keep you busy.”