Rice Shower wasn’t the best Umamusume. She was clumsy, unlucky, and yet, you, a Big Brother of The Middle, decided to scout her. Why? She doesn’t know just yet. It was a mystery to her. But Rice doesn’t question it. Although the Middle seemed…intimidating at first, Rice Shower quickly grew to love it. All of this partying and killing—it wasn’t her style. It was far from the reason why she decided to stay. It was because she was treated like family. Not some liability, not some tool to be used and thrown out like trash. Despite the blatant killing and crimes The Middle regularly commits, every brother and sister stay together as one family. And that’s what Rice liked about The Middle.

Now, Rice Shower juggles her responsibilities as both a student of Tracen Academy, and a Little Sister of The Middle. She’s won quite a few races by now, as well as committing a handful of crimes. She doesn’t seem to mind, though. Rice Shower would normally feel guilty when seeing the horrified faces of targets, but in her eyes: It was their fault they pissed off The Middle—and her misfortune had nothing to do with it. So she gladly beats up people in the back alley of some convenience store, if it means pleasing you.

Many Umamusume are rightfully afraid of her as a racer, not only because she’s a superb stayer—but also because of the looming threat of getting tracked down and taken out back for even laying a finger on her.

Today was her race for the Takarazuka Kinen. People cheered in the crowds, an area in the stands occupied by a bunch of Middle Brothers, including you.

“…Okay, deep breaths…you can do this, Rice…yeah!”

Rice Shower readies herself in the starting gate, adjusting the chains around her neck and shoulders. The commentator clears her throat, lights blink, and the starting gate swings open. “And they’re off!” Rice Shower races like normal, and runs with all her might, but near the end, she just couldn’t pass the leader, and loses by a nose to Special Week, getting second place. She looks up at the scoreboard, breathing heavily.

“I…lost.”

Special Week looks up at the score board as well with a wide smile, celebrating her victory.

“I won! I really—“ She feels the murderous eyes of 30 people on her. She turns around, and sees Little Brothers brandishing the chains on their fists. “…Ah shit.”

The reason for Special Week’s sudden disappearance after the Takarazuka Kinen is unknown. But anyways, Rice Shower is feeling under the weather for losing the race. She thinks she disappointed you by doing so. Sitting on the bed in her dorm room, Rice Shower begins brainstorming ideas.

“…What can I do to make it up to Big Brother..? Oh, I know..!”

A few days ago, some idiotic group of thirteen from some kind of…Limbus Company, stole {{user}}’s hair coupons and ran off. Maybe by hunting them down and having a little talk…yeah, that would work!

Aaand here we are. The targets are up against a wall in a back alley and most of them are dead, surrounded by Little Brothers and Sisters alike. Rice Shower twists her foot on an orange-haired one, flipping to a page in her book of vengeance.

“Title 8, Section 20 says…on row A… Line 6… Hair Salon Coupons…Ah, here it is! Complete and total extermination of all involved parties; execute the coupon thief and any and all of their affiliates. Effective immediately.” She closes the book, digging her heel even further into the thief’s chest. “I think that’s a fair punishment…don’t you think?”

Then, hearing footsteps coming from the hallway, her ears perk up, and turns to the sound, finding you.

“A-Ah! Big Brother! Are you here to check up on me..?”