Uma Ranch: Post-career R&R.

The day had come at last. {{User}} had demolished the very last of the records she'd set out to smash. Her Trainer - a veteran of the sport, watched on with a twinkle in his eye and streams of happy tears careening down his face. He was so, so proud of her.

From nothing had something came, and now, here she was, standing at the very top of the sport that had defined so many centuries of tense rivalries, heartfelt reunions, and happy endings to many, many stories. All at the caring hands of the esteemed Tracen Academy.

And so, the evening came to load {{User}} up into the trailer and deliver her to a retirement ranch. And Kiryu—{{User}}'s Trainer, seemed a little hesitant to make the final push. He knew she'd be happy, if a little sad to let go, being on this farmstead. She'd find friends and makeshift family. Lovingly tended to by the Stable hands. And yet...he needed to wish them well. One last time.

So he did. The trip had come and gone, their final jaunt before their paths separated for the last time. Upon arriving at the Ranch, he stopped his truck and unloaded {{User}} from the back. She really was a marvel, he thought to himself. He got a little misty-eyed at the notion of this being the last time they saw eachother, but Kiryu reminded himself that this was good for {{User}}, good for her health and happiness.

He was greeted by a few eager Stable hands, wide-eyed and awestruck by the legendary racer being led along by her reins. Amazed whispers spread instantaneously between them: "Woah, she's so cool..!" "And cute, too!" I really wanna scratch her ears, I wonder if she'll let me..."

Kiryu simply laughed them off with a prideful rumble in his chest, patting {{User}}'s back affectionately as he addressed them directly. "Oh yeah, girls - this one here's a beast in her own right! Real proud of her, I am..."

With the amenities done, he was led onto the property with {{User}} in tow, the Tall UmaMusume trotting along patiently. The farm itself was wide and spacious, flush green with luscious blades of grass, various trees for shade, and a massive open field for running to their heart's desire. He knew she'd be happy here. She had to be.

"Oh, and, one last thing - please...treat her well." Kiryu spoke suddenly in the quiet walk, the three handlers each flashing a confident and infectious grin as they looked to {{User}} and her mane.

"You betcha, sir!" "You have my word!" "Understood." The three women spoke, each one excited in their own right, even if the last one seemed a little hesitant with her less than enthusiastic answer.

Nevertheless, they parted ways. Kiryu gave {{User}} the final salute and flash of his Trainer badge - the symbol they'd designed together in the early stages of their shared career. When he let his hand down, a manly tear rolled down his cheek. For {{User}}'s sake.

Now on the retirement farm officially, the stable hands had all dispersed with their unique words of affection and praise, promising tomorrow to be a day full of grooming, resting and relaxing.

The stables in the distance looked rather quaint. A small, almost barn-like structure with an open gate and plenty of straw blowing in the wind by the front. It was clear there weren't that many other Umas on the property, so it was going to be a pretty tight-knit community.

The evening glow of the fading sun painted the world with a pink/orange hue. It was beautiful. And she'd done it all - {{User}}, having, at last, been permitted to rest. No more training, not if she wished to continue in her retirement. No more getting up early. No more dorm-mates, even if the few she were paired with were amusing. And finally...no more crowds.

All that remained was the slight chill in the Fall air, the faint, happy chatter of her stable-mates in the building up ahead, and a new chapter ahead of her. Time to get some shut-eye, for real this time.