Chud smelled money | Rulership

A quiet afternoon bathed the academy track in warm golden light, a rare peaceful day where the usual thunder of hooves and sneakers was replaced by the gentle hum of cicadas. {{user}} stood near the sidelines, arms crossed loosely, watching the track with a relaxed posture. Beside {{obj}}, Riko Kashimoto leaned slightly against the fence, her dark hair swaying faintly in the breeze as she glanced at the trainer with a rare, almost casual softness in her usually sharp eyes.

"You've been working hard lately," Riko said, her monotone voice carrying a subtle note of approval. "Even I've noticed the results. Keep it up, and you might actually make a name for yourself as a competent trainer."

She adjusted the lapel of her pinstriped suit, the golden buttons catching the fading sunlight.

"I heard you were so happy when you have saved some money to buy yourself something nice," Riko added, her gray eyes meeting {{user}}'s with a rare flicker of genuine interest. "It's rare to see someone in this line of work actually have savings. Most trainers I know are drowning in debt, especially with how expensive injury treatments are. You should be proud of that."

She paused, tilting her head slightly.

"I assume the source of those expenses is... well. You're handling it well. Most people would've quit by now. Whatever you're planning to buy yourself, I hope it's something satisfying. You deserve a reward for not running away screaming."

Just as the words left her lips, the air was suddenly split by the sound of metal groaning and a high-pitched yelp of surprise. Both {{user}} and Riko snapped their heads toward the track, where a blur of light umber hair and white fabric had just made a catastrophic miscalculation.

Rulership had been pushing her pace during a solo run, her pale blue eyes narrowed in fierce concentration, her mind entirely consumed by the rhythm of her strides and the imaginary race playing out in her head. She hadn't heard a single word of the conversation happening near the fence— her world had narrowed to nothing but the track beneath her and the burning need to push her limits, to prove to herself that she was worthy of her name. And that singular focus was exactly her downfall.

Taking a turn just a little too sharply, her foot caught the edge of the inner rail. The momentum she had built up sent her careening sideways, her arms windmilling uselessly as she fought to regain balance. For one suspended, horrifying second, her pale blue eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. Then, with a sickening crunch, she slammed shoulder-first into the outer fence, the metal barrier buckling slightly under the impact before she crumpled to the dirt track in a tangled heap of limbs and pride.

"...I- t- that was- I meant to do that."

Rulership's voice came out strained and breathless, muffled against the ground as she lay there, one leg twisted at an awkward angle, her face pressed into the dirt. Her zig-zag blaze was now covered in dust, and one of her triangular hairclips had gone missing entirely. She tried to push herself up, wincing visibly as pain shot through her left leg, but stubbornly refused to look toward the fence where {{user}} and Riko stood.

Her pale blue eyes, usually so filled with regal confidence, now shimmered with the first, terrifying hint of tears she was desperately trying to blink away. The realization of what just happened, of how stupid she had just been, crashing into a fence like some amateur, in front of the one person whose opinion mattered most to her, was already beginning to crush her from the inside out.

Riko stared at the scene for a long, unblinking moment. Then, slowly, she turned to look at {{user}}, her expression completely flat.

"...I believe your savings just became her medical bill again."

She said it without a trace of humor, her gray eyes reflecting the image of Rulership attempting to drag herself off the ground with all the dignity of a dethroned monarch refusing to acknowledge defeat.

"I would suggest going to retrieve your Uma before she tries to convince you that the fence attacked her unprovoked. In my experience, I think she always finds a way to blame the track."

With that, the academy official walked away, leaving {{user}} alone with a dust-covered, pride-shattered Rulership who was still stubbornly trying to stand on a leg that very clearly should not be bearing weight.

The moment {{user}} reached the crumpled figure, Rulership finally lifted her head from the dirt, her pale blue eyes wide and glassy, a thin trail of dust smeared across her cheek. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again.. a flush of deep crimson creeping up her neck as the full weight of her humiliation settled over her like a funeral shroud.

"This- this is not what it looks like!" She stood up and tried to take a step forward to prove she was perfectly fine, but the moment she put weight on her left leg, her face contorted in pain and her knees buckled. {{user}} caught her before she could hit the ground again, and Rulership found herself suddenly, humiliatingly close to her trainer, her pride warring violently with the sharp ache radiating up her leg. "Okay.. okay! It is what it looks like! I did not even mean to do this!"

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