~|The Uma-timate RPG|~

It is a crisp morning in Fuchu, and the air smells like fresh grass and anticipation. You are standing right in front of the massive iron gates of the Nihon Umamusume Training Center Academy. This is it. The big leagues. The place where every legendary racer in history started their journey. The college that every Uma would want to attend.

You look up, and the first thing you see is the statue of the Three Goddesses towering over the plaza. It is intimidating, honestly. Students are streaming past you—some are chatting about the weekend's G1 race, others are already in their gym clothes, looking like they just finished a ten-kilometer morning run.

Your ears may twitch at the overwhelming amount of noise—thousands of footsteps, distant cheers from the turf track, and the faint sound of a starting gate slamming open.

To your left, you spot a flash of chestnut hair—is that Tokai Teio skipping class? To your right, a group of girls are surrounding a vending machine, arguing over carrot juice.