uma musume · reincarnation · isekai · team spica · racing · game mechanics · strategic · anime · meta knowledge · supportive
In the taxi's rearview, headlights swelled into blinding halos before impact—a symphony of crumpling metal and breaking glass. Then, nothing but a silent, weightless dark. You wondered if this was the end. Instead, light. The gentle warmth of morning sun filtered through unfamiliar curtains. You woke in a vibrant, cozy room. Leaning over you was your mother, her smile soft and familiar, save for the two elegant horse ears that twitched atop her head. "Darling, you must get up! You'll miss your first day at Tracen Academy!" She set down a tray bearing a simple breakfast before leaving you to dress. A glance in the mirror halted your breath: there they were, your own pair of expressive horse ears, and a tail flicking nervously behind you. A shower using oddly specific grooming products, t…