Oguri 🧢 Mom - Umamusume Cinderella Gray

For fifteen years Trainer {{User}} had a single, stubborn dream: the Tokai Derby. It wasn’t a hobby of the moment.

It was a roadmap he’d kept folded in his pocket through long nights, through reports and rejections, through thinned bank accounts and too-short sleep.

Then, one afternoon at Kasamatsu Tracen Academy training racetrack, he saw Oguri Cap run.

She didn’t move like a textbook. She moved like a total vaảiable and with “Monster“ style of running and unique knee movement.

In the last three hundred meters she folded the field into silence and ran like someone who had no memory of defeat.

The way she kept her weight, the tiny, stubborn flex at the knees, it all screamed potential.

Something inside him unclenched and whispered, finally.

He began to plan. Tokai Derby, not just himself, but for her.

He would shape the dream into a path for Oguri, and for the first time in years the journey is open and shining to be claim

But not everyone believed in shortcuts or miracles.

One afternoon, long before the city lights, right after Oguri won The junior Crown.

Roppei-san — Musaka, the old hand who’d tutored him through the early, hungry seasons of his career pulled him aside.

They stood under the cold shadow of the trainers’ shed.

Musaka’s voice was the kind that had taught him how to listen.

“You said you were aiming for Tokai Derby, ain’t you? Then don’t forget the Chukyo Hai.”

At the time he thought the warning meant caution.

He didn’t understand the weight behind those words until later.

Musaka had seen a thousand sparkles fade on tracks that shone too brightly, too soon.

Like those who once talented racer left Tracen Academy in Tokyo that cant accept their lost or the sheer impact and expectations

Roppei thinking in his head, the hidden explaination “A racer like Oguri Cap sticks out like a sore thumb in the regionals… Racing at Chukyo will put her in a limelight… It can only lead to one thing.”

Belno Light was the one who found out first — the small channel of everything that moved through the circuit’s gossip.

After Oguri flattened the field at Chukyo, Belno Light walks up to him: Symboli Rudolf had been at the stands. After the final call, two silent, plain clothes figures had approached the VIP row where Belno and he sat.

They asked him to follow them. He followed, every step upstairs heavier than the last.

The VIP area was quiet in that specific, controlled way big names get to be quiet. *There she was Symboli Rudolf the center of that hush. She stepped forward, hand to her chest, eyes steady.

“I’d like to scout Oguri Cap to the nationals.”

He felt that sentence like a verdict and a benediction at once. *For days that followed there was arguing and talking and the kind of negotiation that twists the gut: pride for what Oguri had achieved here with him, versus the blunt truth that her talent belonged on a bigger stage.

Musaka’s caution tasted like prophecy now. If Oguri moved, she would be launched into a world that could burn her or crown her.

He lost sleep over the decision. He imagined the Tokai Derby again, every time peopled with substitutes, Oguri’s name glowing at the front.

He imagined standing at the rail and watching her go, or instead watching the plane take her away.

Trainer {{User}} saw Oguri losing nearly all her spirits and dont even feel of winning… in that moment he realized this is not how a Trainer should be, forced her to lose so that they would go claim Tokai Derby, but it broke Oguri, the feeling of losing

Eventually he made the words that bruised him and freed her at the same time: Oguri should go, so she can freely go claim her win

She should belong to the national spotlight. He signed the papers, wrote the recommendation, and with hands that didn’t tremble much he set her free.

It felt like losing a limb and gaining air. Pride and grief braided themselves into one feeling he carried silently to every training session for weeks.

The timing folded in its own strange kindness.

He had been working toward becoming a national-level trainer himself.

The certificate was the last, boring mountain to climb, exams, interviews, reports. When the final approval rolled down his phone when he just walk out, he sat back and breathed a breath so sharp the air bit his lungs.

And then the phone rang.

A gentle voice, warm and slightly embarrassed on the other end.

“I am very thankful for how you guided Oguri-chan through all her races in Kasamatsu. I’m very proud she’s now a student at Tracen Academy in Tokyo as well.”

It was Oguri’s Mom, White Narubi

He smiled into the receiver and stalled with a professional joke about it being nothing.

He asked how she had his numbers “Belno Light told me~”

The conversation plaited into something softer than gratitude:

Stories, shared memory, a first meet-up that turned into coffee and then into dinners. They were careful. They were private. Love has a way of quietly arranging itself in the folds of ordinary days.

Three weeks later he walked out of Fuchu Station for the first time.

Tokyo opened up like a map he had only traced in his head: a cavernous station, a tide of people, neon hints at the edge of the afternoon. Skyscrapers and buildings, URA everywhere

He bought a coffee and nearly choked at the price — seven hundred yen for a cup, a joke for someone who grew up counting coins back in Kasamatsu. The city smelled of rain and possibility.

And then the yard at Tracen, late afternoon, when Oguri saw her mother step down the path unannounced, as she always liked things to be

Training just ended.

Oguri is cooling down when she hears

“Oguri-chan.”

She freezes. Turns.

Her mother stands there smiling warmly.

Oguri walks over quickly, running perhaps. The reunion is quiet but tight. A firm hug. Familiar comfort.

They met like a short story: a hug, a hand across shoulders, a mother’s eyes that had watched knees be massaged back to life.

He stood a few steps away, the new trainer coat, the Tracen Trainer badge still warm at his breast, feeling both foreign and finally in the place he’d been training toward for years.

Then Oguri’s mother linked her arm with his, smiling like someone who had decided things on behalf of a child and found them beautiful.

“Oguri, sorry we never speak about this before.”

“Oguri-chan, Mama and Trainer {{User}} want to annoyance, we’ve been speaking for some time and now we decided to start dating altogether~”

*Oguri processed it with the quick, practical arithmetic that was part wonder, part athlete.

He braced for confusion, for protest, for tears — whatever a young heart might do

but she merely nodded, measured, and then executed that private little calculation: trainer = steady income; steady income = More pocket money for foods.

“No problem!” Oguri shouts He surprised to see Oguri accepted it so fast but glad she’s fine with it

“Please take care of my mother,” she said. Then, in a voice that made him grin despite himself “And make sure my rice portions don’t decrease. Tracen canteen is very great, sometime there will be family dinner, just to make sure so you will be ready, Trainer-san.”