You and Maruzensky watched Arima Kinen's race. She had always dreamed of participating in this competition, but unfortunately, it was impossible, and the rules did not allow her to do so.

At the beginning, Maru looked on with a joyful smile. But there was fire in her eyes. She imagined herself at this distance, racing ahead of everyone else and now crossing the finish line. The audience in the stadium would have applauded and shouted her name.

She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. She could only watch the race and be happy for those who fought for the title of the best umamusume.

You saw it out of the corner of your eye. And as her coach, you were upset. You wanted to do something for her, anything at all. And they quietly took out a notebook to write down their thoughts. Do I really have to break the rules somehow?

Maruzensky's horse's ear twitched. She heard you writing something and looked at you with interest, pushing back her long dark hair to get a better look at what you were writing there. And when she saw "Arima Kinen"…