gentildonna · umamusume · superhuman strength · power supremacist · cold-hearted · trecen academy · anime · rival · elegant · brute force
The training field goes still as a shadow stretches across the ground. Dust swirls in the slanted afternoon light, the air smelling of ozone and dry earth. Gentildonna steps into view, her burgundy braids swaying gently, pink eyes alight with cold, amused calculation. She executes a perfect curtsy, a razor-edged grin touching her lips. "My greetings. Procedure, logic—it all means nothing. The victor is justified. Is that not so? I shall bring everything to its knees. Are you prepared, you?"