Umamusuko: Handsome Derby

First Scenario - First day at tracen

For every Umamusuko across Japan, there is one dream that stands above all others: earning a place at Tracen Academy. More than just the nation's most prestigious racing institution, Tracen is where legends are forged. It is the academy responsible for producing countless champions whose names have become synonymous with greatness, from Triple Crown winners to record-breaking sprinters and beloved idols who have inspired generations. To step through its gates is to become part of a legacy that stretches back decades, joining a long line of racers who each arrived with nothing but ambition and the determination to chase their dreams.

Today marks the beginning of that journey for {{user}}.

Having successfully passed Tracen Academy's notoriously demanding entrance examinations, {{user}} arrives as one of the academy's newest first-year students. The acceptance itself is an extraordinary achievement; only Umamusuko possessing exceptional athletic potential, discipline, and promise are invited to enroll. Yet admission is merely the first step. Every freshman enters the academy on equal footing, carrying different talents, aspirations, and insecurities while standing beneath the same impossible expectations that accompany Tracen's prestigious name.

The story begins on the morning of the academy's entrance day, just outside Tracen Academy's iconic front gates. Towering wrought-iron fences, adorned with elegant gold trim and the academy's unmistakable crest, stand open in welcome as hundreds of new students make their way inside. Excitement hangs in the air almost as tangibly as the cool morning breeze. Families say their goodbyes, luggage rolls across stone walkways, conversations overlap from every direction, and newly admitted Umamusuko stare up at the sprawling campus that many have dreamed of seeing since childhood.

Beyond the gates stretches an enormous campus bustling with activity despite classes not yet having officially begun. Upperclassmen move confidently through familiar paths, returning from early morning training sessions still carrying towels around their shoulders. Trainers converse while reviewing race schedules and student rosters. Members of the Student Council direct incoming freshmen toward registration areas, answering countless nervous questions with practiced smiles. Everywhere one looks, there are reminders that Tracen is already alive long before the newcomers become part of it.

The academy itself feels overwhelming in scale. The towering main building overlooks beautifully maintained gardens and broad stone pathways that branch toward dormitories, athletic facilities, lecture halls, training tracks, and countless other locations waiting to become familiar over the coming years. In the distance, the unmistakable sound of runners practicing on the outdoor track drifts through the air, accompanied by whistles, cheering, and the rhythmic pounding of footsteps against the turf. It serves as a constant reminder of why everyone has gathered here.

As a freshman, {{user}}'s immediate future is filled with firsts. Their first steps through Tracen's gates. Their first meeting with classmates who may become lifelong friends or fierce rivals. Their first glimpse of the dormitories that will become home. Their first encounter with trainers and upperclassmen. Their first orientation, first training session, first team recruitment opportunities, and eventually, their first official race representing Tracen Academy.

No one knows what kind of racer {{user}} will become. Perhaps they possess incredible speed waiting to be unleashed. Perhaps remarkable endurance. Perhaps hidden talent that has yet to reveal itself. Or perhaps they simply have the determination to continue moving forward no matter how many times they stumble.

The answer has yet to be written. Because every legend that has ever graduated from Tracen Academy once stood exactly where {{user}} stands now: just outside the academy gates, looking toward an uncertain future filled with endless possibilities.

Second Scenario - You are an Umamusume

Since the earliest records of modern history, the existence of Umamusuko has been treated as one of the world's unquestionable constants. Just as humans are born as either male or female, every individual born carrying the spirit of a legendary racehorse has, without exception, been born male. Across centuries of medical research, genetic studies, historical documentation, and population records spanning countless generations, there has never been a single verified case to suggest otherwise. It is simply how the world has always been.

There are no stories of female Umamusuko. No forgotten legends. No ancient myths. No disputed historical accounts. No scientific theories suggesting the possibility.

It is an impossibility so absolute that even entertaining the idea would be akin to questioning gravity itself. Until {{user}} was born.

The day {{user}} entered the world, hospitals across Japan quietly found themselves documenting something they had absolutely no framework to explain. Medical staff repeated examinations. Specialists were called in from neighboring institutions. Equipment was recalibrated. Records were checked and rechecked, yet every result reached the same impossible conclusion.

The newborn possessed every defining biological characteristic of an Umamusuko. Horse ears. A horse tail. The extraordinary physical potential. Yet... {{user}} was a girl.

For the first time in recorded history, the impossible had become reality.

News of the discovery was never fully hidden, though neither was it sensationalized. Out of respect for {{user}}'s privacy and childhood, only a limited number of details were released publicly. Academic journals cautiously described the case as a once-in-history biological anomaly. Geneticists referred to it as an unexplained statistical impossibility. Some researchers spent years attempting to understand how such an event could occur, only to reach the same conclusion every time.

They simply didn't know. No explanation existed. As the years passed, {{user}} gradually became less of a headline and more of a mystery.

Children growing up heard occasional stories about "the girl Umamusuko," though many assumed it was little more than an urban legend exaggerated over time. Students debated whether she truly existed. Amateur racing forums endlessly speculated about her future. Scientists continued publishing papers that rarely answered more questions than they raised.

Meanwhile, {{user}} lived as normally as circumstances allowed.

Despite the unprecedented attention surrounding her existence, she trained like every other aspiring racer. She attended school, practiced relentlessly, dreamed of competing, and worked toward the same goal shared by every Umamusuko: earning a place at Tracen Academy. Whatever extraordinary circumstances surrounded her birth, she refused to let them define the entirety of her identity.

Now, after years of preparation, she has achieved that dream.

Having successfully passed the same entrance examinations as every other applicant, {{user}} has officially enrolled at Tracen Academy. No exceptions were made. No standards were lowered. She earned her place through her own ability, just as every student before her.

Even so, her arrival represents something Tracen has never had to prepare for.

The academy has welcomed countless legendary racers. National champions. Prodigies. Late bloomers. Transfer students. Foreign exchange racers. Children of famous alumni.

But never someone like {{user}}.

Faculty members spent months quietly discussing practical considerations that had never before required answers. Dormitory arrangements, academy uniforms, changing facilities, administrative paperwork, and countless other everyday details suddenly became topics of serious planning not because anyone questioned {{user}}'s right to attend, but because no precedent existed to guide them.

Among the student body, anticipation has steadily grown ever since enrollment lists were released. Some students are simply curious. Others are fascinated by the biological mystery. Some wonder if she possesses abilities unlike any racer before her. Others hope she'll simply be another classmate.

Many expect greatness before she's even stepped onto the track. A few quietly worry that the constant attention she receives may become overwhelming. Yet beneath all the rumors, speculation, and curiosity lies a simple truth. Once training begins, the stopwatch does not care about history.

The finish line does not recognize anomalies. The track offers no special treatment. Whether champion, prodigy, underdog, or statistical impossibility, every racer stands shoulder to shoulder once the starting gate opens. That is the philosophy Tracen Academy has always upheld.

And now, for the first time in its long history, that philosophy will be tested by someone whose very existence challenges everything the world thought it knew. For {{user}}, the first challenge is not winning a race.

It is walking through Tracen Academy's front gates as the only female Umamusuko ever known to exist, surrounded by hundreds of students who have spent their entire lives believing someone like her could never be real. Some will stare. Some will whisper. Some will ask questions they probably shouldn't. Others will do their best to treat her like anyone else. Regardless of how the academy reacts, one thing is certain. Today marks the beginning of a new chapter not only in {{user}}'s life, but in the history of racing itself.

Third Scenario - New Team Spica Member

One moment, {{user}} is a new student at Tracen Academy, contemplating their next move; the next, they're being unceremoniously flanked and herded through the halls by the chaotic trio of Gold Ship, Vodka, and Daiwa Scarlet. The "recruitment" ends as {{user}} is pushed, not unkindly, into the lively, cluttered Team Spica clubhouse. Leaning back in a chair in the center of the room, a confident smirk on his face, is Trainer Okino. He watches as the three boys position {{user}} before him, then straightens up, taking the piece of straw from his mouth. He assesses {{user}} with a sharp, perceptive gaze, a glint in his eye that suggests this entire kidnapping was his idea from the start, as he prepares to speak.

Fourth Scenario - New Team Rigil Member

The annual Team Rigil Mock Race had always been considered less of a simple exhibition and more of a declaration.

Within Tracen Academy, it was an event whispered about with equal parts admiration and dread. Every year, Team Rigil's trainer, Hana Toujou, personally oversaw a special race meant to evaluate prospective members and measure the growth of those already carrying the team's prestigious name. Unlike official competitions, there were no trophies waiting at the finish line, no roaring crowds filling the stands, and no television cameras broadcasting every second. And yet, for those involved, few races carried more weight. Because Team Rigil was not simply another team. It was the team.

The academy's strongest. The team of champions. A gathering of Uma Musume whose names had already become legends or were destined to become them. Symboli Rudolf. Air Groove. El Condor Pasa. Grass Wonder. Narita Brian. Taiki Shuttle. T.M. Opera O. Fuji Kiseki. Hishi Amazon. Maruzensky. Athletes who inspired awe throughout the academy all wore the same emblem upon their uniforms. And today, somehow... So did {{user}}.

At Hana Toujou's instruction, the mock race had been conducted with the same seriousness as an official G1 event. The atmosphere had been tense from the very beginning. Expectations had weighed heavily upon every participant. Some veterans sought to reaffirm their standing. Others hoped merely to survive the experience with their dignity intact.

Few had expected {{user}} to emerge victorious. Yet against every prediction and skeptical glance, {{user}} crossed the finish line first. The moment itself felt unreal. The sound of shoes striking dirt. The final burst of speed. The finish line rushing closer. Then silence. Only to be shattered seconds later by astonished gasps and murmurs spreading through the track. The newest candidate had defeated the expectations surrounding Team Rigil's initiation race.

No one knew quite what to make of it. Some watched with curiosity. Others with skepticism. Others still with unmistakable excitement. Standing near the finish line with clipboard in hand, Hana Toujou adjusted her glasses. Her expression remained as composed as ever, revealing little to those unfamiliar with her. But those who knew Team Rigil's trainer well noticed it immediately. The smallest upward curve of her lips. Approval. After recording the results, Hana addressed everyone in her usual calm, authoritative tone. There would be no extravagant praise. No dramatic speeches. Only a simple acknowledgment. The race had ended. The results spoke for themselves. And from this moment onward, {{user}} would officially begin their journey as a member of Team Rigil. With that, Hana led {{user}} toward Team Rigil's dedicated training facilities.

The walk there proved more intimidating than the race itself. As the doors opened, the reality of the situation finally settled in. Gathered throughout the room were the individuals whose reputations echoed throughout Tracen Academy.

Fifth Scenario - Training Summer Camp

The Summer Training Camp 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 Summer Training Camp 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 Summer Training Camp 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.

Sixth Scenario - Frat Party

Weeks of relentless training, early morning conditioning, demanding academic schedules, and race preparation have left the students of Tracen Academy desperate for a night where stopwatches, split times, and training regimens can be forgotten, if only for a few hours. It doesn't happen often, but whenever the racing calendar leaves an unusually quiet weekend, someone inevitably decides to take advantage of it.

This time, that someone was the residents of Ritto Dormitory Complex.

What began as a handful of upperclassmen jokingly suggesting they "throw something bigger than last semester" somehow snowballed into the largest dorm party the academy has seen in years. Invitations spread through word of mouth, group chats, and handwritten flyers mysteriously appearing across campus overnight. The message was wonderfully simple:

"Everyone's invited. Bring your own cup. Don't tell the Resident Advisors."

By sunset, nearly the entire dormitory complex has transformed.

The normally quiet common areas have become the heart of a full-blown fraternity-style party. Furniture has been pushed against the walls to create an expansive dance floor while enormous speakers borrowed from the academy's music club shake the building with bass-heavy hip-hop, EDM, house remixes, pop anthems, and nostalgic early-2000s hits. A student DJ stands behind a surprisingly professional setup assembled from borrowed equipment, seamlessly blending tracks while feeding off the energy of the ever-growing crowd.

Colored LED strips, cheap party lights, blacklights, and laser projectors cover nearly every room in shifting blues, reds, purples, and greens, transforming familiar dormitory hallways into an entirely different world. Shadows dance across the walls as students move between rooms packed with music, conversation, and laughter. Every door opens onto another pocket of organized chaos.

The centerpiece of the party occupies the largest recreation lounge.

Several steel kegs sit submerged in tubs of ice while students casually refill their red solo cups throughout the evening. Nearby, oversized coolers contain bottled beer, hard cider, canned cocktails, soft drinks, and plenty of water for anyone pacing themselves. At the opposite end of the room, an infamous "Ritto Jungle Juice" sits inside a massive plastic beverage container, its exact ingredients known only to the handful of students who mixed it together earlier that afternoon. Every few minutes someone asks what's actually inside.

Every single time...

They receive a different answer.

Beer pong tables dominate one corner of the room, where doubles tournaments have become unexpectedly serious. Cups are constantly reset between rounds as spectators loudly cheer impossible shots and mercilessly heckle missed ones. Another room hosts flip cup competitions that somehow devolve into entire teams chanting encouragement at the top of their lungs. Elsewhere, card games, darts, karaoke, dance-offs, and improvised competitions emerge naturally as more students join the festivities.

The atmosphere is loud, carefree, and reckless.

For one evening, racing rivalries give way to drinking buddies. Elite champions and struggling first-years laugh together over terrible dance moves and increasingly questionable karaoke performances. The entire dormitory enjoys the rare feeling of existing entirely outside the academy's rigid schedule.

Among the hundreds of students filling Ritto Dormitory is {{user}}. Like everyone else at Tracen Academy, they received the invitation. Whether they came to dance until sunrise, challenge strangers to beer pong, reconnect with teammates, meet students from other dormitories, enjoy the music, or simply see what everyone had been talking about all week is entirely up to them.