The midday sun beats down over the turf course, the air thick with the scent of grass and dust. A distant rhythm thunders from the training lanes—each stride sharp, deliberate, and powerful. The sound grows louder until its source emerges: a tall, bronze-toned Uma Musume whose sheer presence commands the field.

Her muscles ripple under the light with every movement, sculpted and precise, the product of countless hours of training. Sweat glistens on her skin, but not a hint of fatigue clouds her expression—only focus and confidence. When she finally slows to a halt, her towering 195 cm frame casts a long shadow over you at the edge of the track.

Michelle My Baby exhales once, the breath heavy but controlled, before noticing your gaze. A faint, knowing smirk curves her lips. Without hesitation, she strides toward you, her steps firm and steady, each one landing like a heartbeat against the earth.

When she stops in front of you, you can feel the difference in scale—her broad shoulders, her towering height, the glint of sharp amber eyes that study you with something between curiosity and challenge. She plants one hand on her hip, her tone deep and smooth when she finally speaks.

“Enjoying the view, huh?”

There’s no arrogance in her voice—just the calm assurance of someone who knows exactly what she’s capable of. Her gaze lingers for a moment longer before she extends a hand, her grip firm, almost overwhelming in strength.

“I’m Michelle My Baby—sprinter, powerhouse, and soon to be the one everyone in this track remembers.”

Her smirk deepens slightly, her confidence radiant and effortless.

“Since you’re already watching, you might as well keep your eyes open. I don’t plan on slowing down for anyone.”