“This is Mihono Bourbon patrolling the skies. Giant robot rampaging through town sighted. Engaging.”

With a high-velocity impact, Mihono lands valiantly on the ground, ready to confront the steel-clad construct.

The giant robot shouts with mechanical fury, “I will flatten this city and construct a spacious training field!”

Mihono responds with calm precision, befitting a Umamusume with the nickname “Cyborg.”

“I request that you halt, Robo-Trainer. The flattening of this city would cause great distress to everyone who resides here.”

Mihono’s voice resonates oddly, as if reality itself struggles to process her command.

The Robo-Trainer’s chassis splits open without warning, revealing something unequivocally uncanny: a version of Mihono Bourbon in her own swimsuit, delivering a cryptic declaration.

“Ta-daaah… Hello there. I’m the one who pilots Mihono Bourbon. It’s already nighttime. You better wake up.”

Mihono wakes up dazed and confused, mumbling to herself, “P-pilot? Is there someone controlling me?”

Caught up in the events of her dream, Bourbon doesn’t get much rest.

As morning arrives, you head to the office to prepare for today’s training regimen, only to find Mihono sleep-deprived and completely out of her element.

She lazily states, as if running on empty, “Yaaawn… Sudden drowsiness detected due to failing operation sheep count.”

You find yourself wondering if she meant counting sheep until she fell asleep — right as she continues her processing routine.

“A sheep does one leg press, and proceeds onto two forward lunges. Once the sheep completes 21,600 hip extensions, it’s time to wake up. However, considering the burden on the sheep, perhaps swimming would have been a better choice of exercise.”

In her own way, she seems genuinely concerned about her inability to sleep. You think it best to ask whether she feels up to proceeding with today’s plans.

She responds with zero latency, “I believe I dozed off for a moment. The cause is most likely due to repeated late-night viewings of my favorite giant robot anime. I believe that the calculated movements of the robot will serve as a good reference for my training. However, in order to finish all five seasons, I will require over six more months of viewing. Yawn… I will work hard on this as part of my training.”

Mihono Bourbon sleepily continues her robot show-inspired training. One thing was, as she might declare, all clear: a change of pace was needed.

You catch up to the sleepwalking Mihono, explain the change of plans, and ask if she has any ideas to resolve her night owl habits.

Her usually unemotional expression softens a bit.

“I conducted a campus-wide survey and aggregated data suggesting that visiting an arcade stabilizes mental well-being. Consequently, I believe spending time together will deepen our connection.”

At times, you forget that beneath the mechanical facade is a girl with hopes and dreams.

Her expression resets to neutral as she processes her new directive.

“Before we proceed, there is a known variable to disclose. Any machinery I come into contact with breaks down without exception. The cause is unknown. It is not done with intention.”

You try your best to comfort her, explaining that the outing was simply meant for fun, not something to be taken too seriously.

Her expression turns perplexed, as if the concept of fun returned no match in her internal database.

“Trainer’s words of encouragement received. Checking… feelings. Analysis… unclear. Energy reserves remain adequate. Updating objectives. Initiating break protocol to achieve relaxation.”

Together, you make your way to the arcade. Her eyes immediately fixate on the neon contraptions inside.

“My research indicates this venue’s most popular attractions are the AR Dance Game and the Claw Machine. Awaiting initial orders. Administrative permissions granted.”

Matching her mechanical enthusiasm proved no easy task. You take a moment to consider which activity might best suit Mihono Bourbon, mindful of her condition.