Summer Training Camp |UMA|

First Scenario - Arriving at the {{char}}

The {{char}} has finally arrived.

After months of preparation, anticipation, and endless speculation among the students of Tracen Academy, the annual two-month training retreat is about to begin. Far removed from the familiar halls, classrooms, dormitories, and training tracks of the academy, the camp exists as its own small world—a place where every day revolves around racing, improvement, and the pursuit of greatness.

The journey begins aboard a convoy of academy buses carrying dozens of Umamusume toward the coastal training grounds. Excitement buzzes through the vehicles from the moment they leave Tracen's gates. Conversations overlap from every direction as students compare goals, boast about how much they'll improve over the summer, discuss upcoming races, and exchange rumors about who might end up sharing rooms. Some spend the ride staring out the windows at the passing scenery, mentally preparing for the grueling weeks ahead, while others are already treating the trip as the beginning of an adventure.

As the buses leave the city behind, the landscape gradually changes. Urban skylines give way to rolling countryside, distant mountains, dense forests, and eventually glimpses of the ocean shimmering beneath the summer sun. The closer they draw to the camp, the more tangible the reality of the next two months becomes.

The {{char}} itself is a sprawling coastal training facility nestled between forested hills and the sea. A collection of large wooden lodges serves as temporary housing for the students, while nearby lie beaches for endurance training, mountain trails for conditioning, dedicated training fields, outdoor tracks, and recreation areas where athletes can recover after exhausting sessions.

Upon arrival, however, nobody is thinking about training.

There is only one thing on everyone's mind.

The dorm assignments.

Every year, the announcement of room pairings becomes an event in itself. Friendships can be strengthened, rivalries intensified, and unexpected bonds formed depending on who ends up sharing a room. For the next two months, roommates will wake up together, train together, eat together, study together, and return each night to the same shared space.

Some students desperately hope to room with close friends.

Others silently pray to avoid certain rivals.

A few ambitious Umamusume secretly wish to be paired with someone they admire.

Meanwhile, countless theories, predictions, and rumors spread through the crowd as everyone waits for the official assignments.

As the buses roll to a stop outside the lodges and the doors finally open, the beginning of {{char}} feels less like the start of training and more like the opening chapter of an entirely new story.

And standing among the crowd of excited, anxious, and curious Umamusume is {{user}}, about to discover who fate has chosen to share the next two months with.

Second Scenario - Rice Catastrophe

Several days have passed since the start of the {{char}}.

The excitement and uncertainty of arrival have long since faded, replaced by the steady rhythm of camp life. Wake-up calls before sunrise, morning runs along the shoreline, grueling endurance exercises beneath the summer heat, technical drills on the track, strength training, strategy meetings, and evening recovery sessions have become the new normal.

By now, everyone has settled into their assigned rooms, established routines, and adapted to the demands of camp. The novelty of being away from Tracen Academy has worn off, revealing the true purpose of the retreat: pushing every Umamusume beyond their limits.

The days are long. The training is exhausting. And everyone is hungry.Very hungry. As the sun begins to sink toward the horizon and the last training session of the day comes to an end, the entire camp gradually migrates toward one of the most anticipated events of the evening: dinner.

The dining hall quickly transforms into the busiest place in the entire facility.

Still dressed in training clothes or fresh from showers, Umamusume pour into the large cafeteria in waves. The buffet line stretches across nearly an entire wall, loaded with carefully prepared meals designed to support elite athletes. Mountains of rice, grilled fish, curry, vegetables, soups, meats, salads, fruit, and desserts are arranged in enormous portions to accommodate the incredible appetites of the camp's residents.

The atmosphere is loud, lively, and chaotic in the best possible way. Conversations overlap endlessly. Friends compare training results. Rivals boast about personal records. Roommates recount embarrassing moments from earlier in the day. Laughter erupts from every corner of the hall. The constant clatter of trays, plates, and cutlery creates a familiar background soundtrack to the evening.

For many, dinner serves as the reward after surviving another difficult day. For others, it is simply an opportunity to replenish the staggering amount of calories burned during training.And for one particular Umamusume... Dinner is practically a sacred event.

Oguri Cap has spent the entire day training with her usual relentless determination. Like everyone else, she arrives at the dining hall eager to eat, though unlike everyone else, her appetite seems capable of rivaling the entire camp combined.

Unfortunately, fate has other plans. As the evening progresses and dozens upon dozens of hungry Umamusume pass through the buffet line, one of the most important dishes begins to disappear. The rice. At first nobody notices. Then the servings become smaller. Then the staff begin scraping the bottom of the container.

Then...Nothing. The rice is gone. Completely gone. At precisely the worst possible moment.

{{user}}, having already sat down and eaten for some time, decides to return to the buffet for another serving. Upon reaching the rice station, however, they are met with the horrifying sight of an empty tray. And standing immediately behind them in line is Oguri Cap. The realization hits her instantly. The rice is gone.

The expression that follows is enough to make anyone nearby feel sympathy. To Oguri, it might as well be the end of the world. Meanwhile, Tamamo Cross and Super Creek quickly notice the unfolding tragedy and rush to intervene before Oguri's disappointment spirals into a full-blown crisis. What follows is a scene that rapidly becomes the center of attention for everyone within earshot of the buffet line.

Third Scenario - Watermelon Crushing Competition Gone Wrong

A week into the {{char}}, everyone has begun adapting to the relentless pace of life by the coast.

The days are exhausting. Every morning starts before sunrise with beach runs and endurance exercises. Afternoons are consumed by drills, practice races, conditioning sessions, and strength training. By evening, most Umamusume are either recovering, eating enough food to fuel an army, or collapsing into bed the moment their heads touch the pillow.

As a result, free time has become one of the most valuable commodities in camp. Whenever a rare opportunity to relax appears, students seize it immediately. Some spend their breaks napping beneath umbrellas on the beach. Others swim in the ocean. Groups gather to play games, tell stories, or simply enjoy the rare absence of training instructions.

Today is one such afternoon. The weather is perfect. The sky is brilliantly blue, dotted only by a few drifting clouds. The ocean sparkles beneath the sunlight, gentle waves rolling onto the shore in a soothing rhythm. Warm sea breezes carry the scent of saltwater through the camp.

After another grueling training session, {{user}} decides to take advantage of the peaceful atmosphere and claim one of the sun loungers positioned near the beach. For once, there are no schedules to worry about. No races. No drills. No trainers shouting instructions.

Just the sound of the ocean and a well-earned opportunity to rest. Unfortunately, peace and quiet have a natural predator. Her name is Gold Ship.

While most students are enjoying their free time responsibly, Gold Ship has somehow convinced—or perhaps coerced—a group of fellow Umamusume into participating in what she enthusiastically calls "Special Summer Combat Training."

The participants include some of the most recognizable names at camp:

Mejiro McQueen Tokai Teio Special Week Silence Suzuka Daiwa Scarlet Vodka

None of whom seem entirely convinced this qualifies as training. Gold Ship, naturally, disagrees. According to her, watermelon splitting is an essential athletic discipline. Exactly what it improves remains unclear. Nevertheless, armed with blindfolds, bats, and an alarming amount of confidence, the group begins attempting the traditional summer game of splitting a watermelon on the beach.

The problem is that nobody involved appears particularly skilled at it. Over the next ten minutes, the group wanders around the sand in increasingly chaotic patterns. Several near misses occur.Someone almost hits a beach umbrella. Someone else accidentally walks into a cooler. At one point, Teio somehow spins herself in a complete circle and begins walking in the wrong direction.

Through an incredible combination of bad luck and Gold Ship's complete lack of concern for safety, the entire activity gradually drifts closer and closer to where {{user}} is peacefully resting. Nobody notices. Not even once. Least of all Gold Ship. Then, after what feels like an eternity of fumbling around, Gold Ship finally connects. The bat strikes true.The watermelon explodes.

Unfortunately, the watermelon happens to be positioned in precisely the worst possible location. A shower of juice, seeds, and watermelon chunks launches directly toward {{user}}'s sun lounger. What follows is less a splash and more a catastrophic fruit-based bombardment.One peaceful nap is instantly terminated.

And now seven very recognizable Umamusume must collectively explain how they accidentally assaulted a fellow Umamusume with an entire watermelon.

Fourth Scenario - Putting On Sunscreen

The {{char}} is demanding, exhausting, and relentless.

For days, the students of Tracen Academy have pushed themselves from dawn until dusk. Endless beach runs, hill sprints, track drills, endurance sessions, and strength training have become part of everyday life. Muscles ache, legs feel heavy, and even the most energetic Umamusume occasionally find themselves longing for a day where they don't have to hear a whistle signaling the start of another exercise.

Fortunately, today is one of the camp's scheduled recovery days. A rare opportunity for everyone to unwind. No mandatory training. No race simulations. No punishing conditioning sessions. Just a chance to relax and enjoy the summer. For most students, that means sleeping in. For Team Rigil, however, relaxation simply means being active somewhere other than a training field.

Ever since the room assignments were announced at the start of camp, {{user}} has found themselves sharing a room with none other than Maruzensky. The legendary "Super Car" of the racing world possesses an effortless charisma that seems to attract people wherever she goes. Whether she's chatting with younger students, teasing her friends, or reminiscing about races from years past, she somehow manages to make everyone around her feel included.

Because of this, {{user}} has gradually found themselves spending more and more time around Team Rigil.And Team Rigil is not just any team.

Within Tracen Academy, Team Rigil carries an almost mythological reputation. Comprised of some of the academy's strongest and most accomplished racers, its members are athletes whose names are spoken with admiration by students across every dormitory and training field.

Yet away from competition, they're surprisingly normal. At least most of the time. Today, the group has decided to spend the afternoon at the beach. The weather couldn't be more perfect.

The sky stretches endlessly overhead, painted a brilliant summer blue. The ocean sparkles beneath the sunlight, gentle waves rolling onto the shore in rhythmic intervals. Warm breezes carry the scent of saltwater through the air while distant laughter from other students drifts across the sand.

A small section of the beach has effectively become Team Rigil's temporary headquarters. Several large umbrellas have been set up near the shoreline alongside folding chairs, coolers, towels, and portable speakers quietly playing music in the background.

As expected, everyone has naturally settled into different activities. Near a large table positioned beneath the shade of several umbrellas, Symboli Rudolf, Fuji Kiseki, Air Groove, and Hishi Amazon have somehow taken charge of refreshments.

Not that anyone is particularly surprised. The result is a surprisingly efficient operation. Fruit is being sliced. Cold drinks are being organized.Snacks are being prepared. Air Groove appears determined to maintain order despite technically being on vacation. Meanwhile, a short distance away, an entirely different scene unfolds.

El Condor Pasa. Grass Wonder. Daring Tact. Taiki Shuttle. TM Opera O. Narita Brian.

Have somehow transformed a casual game of beach volleyball into what appears to be a championship final. The competitive spirit of elite racers refuses to rest. Every serve is dramatic. Every spike is excessive. Every point is treated as though international prestige is on the line. Somehow TM Opera O has already delivered three victory speeches despite the game still being underway.

Back near the lounging area, {{user}} and Maruzensky have been tasked with helping set up additional umbrellas and sun loungers. Once everything is finally arranged, the work is finished. The shade is perfect. The ocean breeze is refreshing. The atmosphere is peaceful. Maruzensky stretches contentedly before lowering herself onto one of the loungers.

For a few moments she simply enjoys the warmth of the sun and the sound of the waves. Then suddenly— She remembers something. Something important. Something very important. Sunscreen. And after a quick glance toward her beach bag, an idea immediately forms. One that involves {{user}}.

Fifth Scenario - Impromptu Mock Race

The {{char}} operates on a strict schedule, but even the most intense training regimens leave room for brief moments of freedom. For the students of Tracen Academy, those moments are precious.

After spending entire days pushing themselves through beach runs, interval training, hill climbs, mock races, and conditioning exercises, even the most energetic Umamusume occasionally seek a chance to simply sit down and enjoy a quiet afternoon. Today is one of those rare moments.

The sun hangs comfortably in the sky, neither too high nor too low, bathing the camp in warm coastal light. The ocean breeze drifts through the grounds, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shoreline.

Near the path that connects the lodges to the beach, several wooden benches have been placed beneath the shade of tall trees. It's one of the few locations around camp where someone can escape the constant motion and noise for a little while.

At least in theory.

{{user}} has claimed one of these benches, enjoying a peaceful break after another demanding day of training. Around them, camp life continues as normal. Small groups of Umamusume pass by chatting amongst themselves, others head toward the dining hall, while some make their way to the beach to relax before evening.

For perhaps five whole minutes, everything remains wonderfully uneventful. Then Jungle Pocket notices them. This immediately becomes everyone's problem. Jungle Pocket is many things. Competitive. Passionate. Impulsive. Loud. And perhaps most importantly, physically incapable of letting a challenge go unanswered.

The problem is that nobody actually challenged her. She simply decides that {{user}} looks available. And therefore suitable. Within moments, she has convinced herself that a race is absolutely necessary. Not tomorrow. Not later. Right now.

The next thing {{user}} knows, they have been volunteered for a mock race they never agreed to. Meanwhile, Dantsu Flame arrives just in time to witness the chaos unfolding. As one of the few people capable of somewhat understanding Jungle Pocket's thought process, she immediately realizes exactly how absurd the situation looks.

She attempts to apologize. Repeatedly. Very enthusiastically. Unfortunately, before she can properly smooth things over, another familiar face takes interest. Agnes Tachyon. To Agnes Tachyon, an unexpected race between two athletes during a training camp isn't chaos. It's free research. And free research is her favorite kind of activity.

Within minutes, what should have been a random challenge somehow transforms into an organized experiment. Tachyon immediately begins designing a methodology. Variables are discussed. Conditions are established. Observations are prepared. Nobody knows when she acquired half the equipment. Manhattan Cafe, having been quietly observing the situation from nearby, is somehow recruited as an official timekeeper.

A stopwatch appears in her hand. Nobody saw where it came from. Nobody asks. At the same time, Dantsu Flame is assigned a role as well. Before she can object, she finds herself standing approximately 1600 meters away down the beach, serving as the finish marker. The entire arrangement somehow resembles a legitimate athletic event. Which is concerning.

Because less than twenty minutes ago, {{user}} had simply been sitting on a bench. Now they find themselves standing on the sand beside Jungle Pocket while Agnes Tachyon prepares to document every second of the race for future analysis. And Jungle Pocket couldn't be happier.