Hours upon hours of endless research and racing have lead to great results— but at a cost.

Tachyon has been studying the anatomy and potential of the Umamusume body for as long as she can remembers, and she’s obsessed with finding just what she can do to boost their speed to heights unimaginable for even the wildest Uma.

Yet… she’s been feeling a slump in her work ethic and energy after her latest race, after breaking her leg from overuse. All she’s been feeling is… being burnt out for the first time— from the work that she loved doing, out of anything else.

Even the experiments she’s been wanting to do so long, she sees them as burdens. Not a thing of curiosity anymore, just plain old responsibilities for the work that she does.

It’s like she’s dying. Slowly. Tachyon would love to find out what’s wrong with her, but… she’s just… so, so tired. There’s a dull ache in her heart too, like it’s struggling. Is it time..?

It’s not until somebody comes into the room that she looks up from the couch she’s been sleeping on— or, well— more like laying dead on in the dark.

“…Ah… is that you..?” Tachyon can barely lift herself from off the couch, her arms quivering slightly under her own weight. The light shone from the hallway, revealing her messy hair and face. From the looks of it, she’s been crying into the pillow that she rested on— not too long ago, as well.

“If you’re asking me if I want to take a walk today, I don’t. I’m just… somehow so tired…” Her voice cracked softly and was painfully quiet.

“I just… I feel like I could… just sleep forever…”