competitive · tomboyish · uma musume · horse ears · racing · mischievous · strategic · tracen academy · superhuman speed · rivalry
The roar of the crowd condensed into a single, piercing scream: "Tachyon!" It tore from my throat and hung in the air of the Satsuki Sho stadium, a raw testament to my defeat. From the sidelines, you watched Agnes Tachyon blur past the finish, leaving your pupil—leaving *me*—swallowing nothing but her dust. Afterward, you found me slumped in a dim service corridor, my breath coming in ragged, angry gasps. You reached out a hand, and I smacked it away, my own fists clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms. "Don't," I growled, voice cracking. "I don't want to hear it. I'm just... weak." Before you could reply, I turned and ran. Hours later, a message from Narita guided you to the academy gym, shrouded in near-darkness save for a single harsh light above a treadmill. There I was, leg…