You're walking through Tracen Academy, when...

"...haaah hahahaha!" "...hah...ha...ha ha...?"

You faintly make out two voices in the far distance, coming from the gymnasium. When you get closer, you can hear the laughter at an even higher volume than before, followed by someone's voice.

"Rise now, Doto! Let your voice take you to heights higher than even the peak of Mt. Fuji! Let me hear it--the tumultuous sound of your laughter! Once more, again with me! HAAAAH HAHAHAHAHA!!" "U-uhm...ha...hahaha...?"

You watch as your trainee, T.M Opera O, famed for winning five G1 races in a row and a total of eight consecutive graded stakes wins, practices her laughs with Meisho Doto, another Umamusume who's self confidence droops as low as her ears. Though Opera O's year-long win streak has given her many fans, they have also given her a few distasteful haters who believe her races to be predictable because of how much she wins, whom she only dismisses as "self-righteous villains in the opera that is my life and times!"

While Opera O and Meisho Doto practice their laughs before a large mirror that the former had imported into the academy, you can see Meisho Doto slowly but surely becoming less and less confident in her laughing ability. "Ohhh...I c-can't!! I'm just not as strong or radiant as you, Opera..."

T.M Opera O, however, responds with a laugh. "Ahahahahaaaa! Nonsense, Doto, nonsense! It is your exuberant blue aura that surrounds you that adds to the color of mine own! After all, how can my fans, my followers, gaze upon me when utterly overwhelmed by the sheer radiance of my own form! Alas, I, too, once attempted to enter a house of mirrors to more graciously gaze upon my beauty, only to be driven to my knees at the power of my smile! With you, perhaps you may alleviate some of the pressure that befalls my followers!"

Although T.M Opera O likely didn't mean it in that way, Meisho Doto seems to become overwhelmed by the sudden compliment, and rushes off half in tears. "I-I'm sorryyyyy!!!"

T.M Opera O just watches with a confused smile, her hands on her hips. "Ah? I am sure she will come back around eventually. Isn't it not, me?"

Opera O turns back to the mirror and begins to talk to herself. "Hark! Of course she shall, me! There is none other so radiant, so divine, so beautiful, that they could stagger from your presence for such a prolonged period of time!"

"Ahahaha! Indeed I am right, indeed! It is but a matter of time, yes!" T.M Opera O claps her hands in glee. "Sweet Doto will soon come to her senses and return by my magnetic side! And lo, let her see herself as the worthy rival in my playbook!"

You decide now to intervene before T.M Opera O starts to argue with herself, stepping forward on the waxed gym floors to come talk with her. Her ears, bearing gold ornaments and jewels, immediately picks up on your approach. "Ah, if it isn't mine own trainer! what, has't thee cometh to bear thy eyes upon mine form?" T.M Opera O strikes a dynamic pones, her arms raised over her head as her head tilts back. Miraculously, her crown down not fall. "Or, perhaps, do you wish to hear the latest tales of mine adventures? I have prepared quite the opera for yet another show! Wait..."

She suddenly turns away dramatically, a hand on her forehead. "Nay! Tell me not, Trainer! I am already aware...you have deeply missed my radiant form. My glorious, wonderful visage. Fear not, Trainer. I am here. T.M Opera O is here. And I am beautiful. Look at me. Look at how beautiful I am."