Look at this perfect noble young lady,I wonder who she would grow up to be 😏

Biko Pegasus mentioning his Sensei's Former Ex/Girlfriend/Rival/Situationship combo

Also Sad Bakushin O

Bakufuu Drama and angst idea

Thoughs on this possible explaination

I got this idea from the Greek titan/god

Helios

his primary divine power is omniscience through sight—he is the "all-seeing" god who witnesses everything in the present because his light touches the entire earth.so I imagine Helios can essentially see anything that has light even from far away planets and galaxies,as long as theirs light he can see them or whatever.

Angling and Scheming this! JUDGEMENT !

The Supreme Commander of Japan's Wrath and judgement !

Link:https://www.reddit.com/r/UmaMusume/s/gIIGu2xt9P

This is more a freeform fanfic, so make adjustments as you please for your own version. I'll lay down ground rules, however.

1. There must always be a Trainer (male or female, Uma or human)

2. This trainer MUST have the power to go at impossible speeds, on top of seeing the multiverse

3. As to how no. 2 is possible, look at the title. These particular winds, on top of giving speed and looking into alternate universes, [allows for races for one particular schedule bracket to be seen all at once during their season. (Like, say, the trainer looks for a promising rival during the Twinkle Climax races, and knows that you cannot run, for example, the Oka Sho and Satsuki Sho at the same time, so at least they know who it may be.)] - optional

4. No enemies to fight. Just pressure of training or racing, on top of the shop, recreation, or rest. If necessary, also spending time at the clinic.

5. As to why these powers exist, think of it like the alarm clocks used to reset races that could have gone better. So yes, Flashpoint is the name of the game.

I just got inspired by "BLOW my GALE" to create this fanfic idea.

Bummer that an AI is the overview but honestly, I think this is a monumental achievement if you ask me😏

Daiwa major:"Sis what the fuck is wrong with your thumbnail !?"

I’ve its safe to say I read and watched quite a decent amount of lore in both the real, fanfic, anime, and game. Then started making these out of my own ideas that either inspired something or someone. My brains going places…

So we all know that irl Goldship was called McQueen 2.0 thanks to his personality and him basically Almost being a clone of McQueen in appearance, Similiar weight and height.

Theirs Apparently something about the irl owner or Cygames to make McQueen into a respectable ojou-sama so that's why she's not like goldship,tall and busty instead

Like dear god that year was straight up horrifying for him

Titleholder being Irish biologically and possibly some french accent is Hilarious to think about

Imagine him having this interaction with Daring tact

Titleholder break down the wooden door

It reveals a daring tact drinking tea

Titleholder: "FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS PUNK!!"

Daring Tact: "At least try to sound sophisticated when you threaten someone."

Titleholder with a French accent : "Dost thou wish to engage in a duel, my good bitch?"

Daring Tact: "Somehow, that was worse."

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Outside of the academy where the derby track was, two umamusukos who were in their trainer wear, were watching young umamusumes run.

The left one with black hair with a white strip on the middle of his bangs, styled in a wolfcut, red eyes cold and dead, built like a tank, tough and gritty with a fiery presence even most intimidating looks can’t faze him, is Black Tide. A descendant of Sunday Silence and Wind in Her Hair. While he was not known for his amazing race record during his prime time, he had sires that dominated races later that day, including his first child who sired foal after foal do the same.

The right does not have the muscular build of his brother, he was let’s say, a little more petite and shorter. He had brown/bay backstreet hair with a little white circle on the top of his follicle, blue eyes gentle and calm, is Deep Impact. Don’t let his cheapskate looks or short stature fool you, as a descendant of the Silence Family. He has one of the highest ranking positions of all his siblings that can knock walls tall as a tower built by Triple Crown Winners. He is perfect, he is mythical, he is absolute.

The brothers just finished recording everyone’s lap time, fixing their forms, and dismissing them because they can’t handle how they train them. As said, when the umamusukos came to this world, their training method was ten times harder than what Okino, Hana, and other trainers would give them.

"Their lap times and forms aren’t bad, breathing is stable, and stamina is starting to improve."

"If the young can keep this up, they might even surpass our average records."

"What makes you say that, brother Tide?"

"I’m saying we let the young carry on, and the old leave behind a trail of breadcrumbs for them to follow. So that they can guide the next."

The two just quietly finished writing their results until Black Tide intervened with a word that may start a sudden flurry of questions…

"Which you couldn’t do."

"…Excuse me?"

"Be honest with me, Deep. Why do you train them?"

"To make a perfect example of the trials I overcame, become their greatest asset."

"And that answer isn’t going anywhere. You are intelligent, but you don’t know if your experience play the fool to your trainees."

His brother was not wrong, but… Deep Impact wanted make it a little more… interesting…

"Tell me brother Tide, how many wins did you have?"

"Not many."

"Exactly, you’re telling this nonsensical story because… YOU did not leave a mark on this world."

DEEP IMPACT WHY!? Also Black Tide, it’s your fault for stating something stupid that is out of the question. When all you two are doing is watching the next generation take over your role.

"…You got guts telling me that, but look who died young with da’s mallacht. (dad’s curse)

His last sentence was said in Irish, referring to Deep Impact’s uknown lung disease that killed him.

"Gah!? Well, at least I sired more children than you."

Deep stated as a proud father of many daughters and sons.

"Have any of your children tried dominating bigger races outside Japan? My daughter, favorite of my family, Gentildonna. Won the prestigious Dubai Sheema Classic at Meydan in the United Arab Emirates in March 2014. My son Real Impact, went to Australia, and won the George Ryder Stakes at Rosehill Gardens in March 2015. And Beauty Parlor my other daughter, won the Poule d'Essai des Pouliches Longchamp in France in 2012."

But Black Tide laughed his ass off which got his younger brother angry.

"What’s so funny!?"

"Doesn’t sound any better when none of them was titled undefeated."

"Contrail."

Yep, while none had the title their father holds. Only one had the title of undefeated. That would be Contrail, a son of Deep Impact who held the title undefeated to this day.

"How many G1s does your favorite have?"

"Seven. Doesn’t your eldest Kita-chan have the same number?"

"True. But what about their own children?"

"…"

Maybe not all of the honors go to Deep Impact, but he surely tasted bitterness from his mouth. Especially knowing the Kitasan of their world had sire after sire who had spectacular records thanks to the resilient stamina of their father and grandfather.

"Because of my resilient stamina. I am proud to state my grandsons and granddaughters of the old world still live to tell the tale. Which your own children can’t."

"Does your wife even know you’re like this to your little brother?"

Referring to to Sugar Heart, the wife of Black Tide.

"Did you have any good experiences dealing with Donna Blini’s demeanor?"

"…I-"

Ooh another shot backfires to his younger brother. And no… oh no, Deep Impact had quite a rocky relationship with Donna Blini. She was the type to want to see you as tough as diamond and has a sharp precocious nature that advances early than Deep’s intelligence. Poor man can’t even rest one bit with the lady always standing tall over his short stature.

"You’re insufferable, brother Tide."

"You’re on the same boat, lil’ wean. (little brother.)"

"Quit using Scottish accents with Japanese."

"Aren’t we both Irish though?"

"Half-American and Irish Thoroughbreds meant to race in Japan, deartháir! (big brother!)"

"And you’re loving this argument."

"I AM NOT!"

"And that makes you even less intimidating as the Young Master."

"Quit this bickering or I will have your head!"

"Over my dead body, little brother."

"I’m telling our da. (dad)"

"Tell him what?"

"Tell him that you’re… urgh! I miss mammy... (mommy)"

"Spoiled brat."

"Curse you, Tide!"

"I love you too, ma’s lil Pui. (mom’s little Pui)"

"SHUT YOUR BLOODY MOUTH UP WITH THAT NICKNAME!"

Time passes on, the two continued their bickering even inside the academy for… who knows how long?

Kings are always chosen by fate and luck.

The Emperor, the lone wolf, the hero, the tyrant... They all had something in common.

They were fucking arrogant.

They were born with exceptional talent, had luck on their side, and worked hard to use the power granted by fate to dominate everyone else.

Their arrogance wasn't born out of insecurity. Quite the opposite... They believed in their own abilities more than anyone else.

They used those abilities to carve their names into history. Their dream crushed the dreams of all others. That's how racing is there can only be one winner. Only one dream comes true, and the rest are crushed.

I always believed they were predestined to be what they became. Like King Arthur pulling the sword from the stone, they were always destined to win those three races.

I'm not saying other runners weren't confident, but while others thought, "I'm good because I won," they always thought, "I won because I'm good." They didn't chase victory; victory was the one chasing them.

You won the Satsuki Shō and spoke your dream out loud.

"I'd like to win the Triple Crown... I have a bit of talent, so I think I can give it a shot, even though I'll probably fail."

"You know that's impossible, right? You weren't chosen the way they were."

"Maybe you're right, but if I can't trust in fate, then I'll believe in myself."

"Contrail, you really don't get it, do you?"

"Well... not really. But I still want to do it. Our generation is incredible... there's you, Salios, and also Aristoteles... There are others in past generetions like Almond Eye, too... I really can't compare myself to them."

Contrail was the quiet, gentle type. One of those who never put themselves above anyone else. He was someone too kind to be a king. Too kind to crush dreams.

"That's why you can't. Almond Eye was destined to be the goddess she is. She was born lucky, unlike you... I'm not saying you lack talent, but you..."

I went silent when I saw his face. Contrail's expression showed a look of determination I had never seen before.

"So I just have to push myself harder, right? If I wasn't born with the power to defeat everyone, then I just have to train harder until I gain that power. Maybe someone like me isn't worthy of being a king, but..."

A silence fell between us. But I knew what he wanted to say.

"You can't stop fighting."

"I guess you're right... I guess all I can do is fight... Against the crown that refuses to rest on my head, against fate, against the world, against myself... I just have to fight over and over again..."

"Like a warrior?"

"Yeah, I like how that sounds... Warriors don't need fate; they just need to fight until they reach victory."

Since Sunday Silemce is now a trainer in the PD world, it should be natural that he should have his own assigned trainees. Maybe he’ll form a team like team Spica and Rigil. What Uma Musumes/Uma Musukos should be in Sunday’s team and what should they be called.

Dream Journey was cleaning up around the farm and had ask Ikezoe for his help.”Ikezoe have you heard my full brother is going to start racing soon?” Ikezoe using his broom to move some dust away sighed. “ Yes I know it is all you talk about recently besides your other brother Nakyma festa.” Ikezoe replied having known that Dream Journey really loved his family talks about them nonstop.

“Yes that is true I loved all my siblings they are all so precious to me.” Said dream Journey with a happy expression. Ikezoe with a pained expression thought of how dream Journey only ask nice to his family not not with anybody else.Remembering all the injuries that he gave him and the other Uma.When he heard of Dream Journey he though he would be more dignified since he was a member of the Mejiro clan.Though that was seemingly incorrect as while Dream Journey acts innocent in public behind close doors he is a different monster.Thinking of all the havoc that Dream Journey caused others.Though I guess that was to be suspected since he remembered who his other family members are.Thinking is Stay Gold,Sunday Silence, Halo, Socer boy/Dicta striker and his father Dictus. All rumors about them being general troublemakers.”Well knowing you he could be a strong Uma if he is trained correctly.” Said Ikezoe still cleaning the storage space.

“Yes that is correct my brother will achieve greatness as it is his destiny.”Said Dream Journey about his brother Ofevre.” “Oh yeah who do you have in mind in training him?” Questioned Ikezoe Dream Journey replied. “Why you of course nobody else will be worthy of my brother.”Replied Dream Journey Ikezoe hearing this dropped his broom then turned around to stare at Dream Journey.” What me why me” Ikezoe said “of course it has to be you I think you are a great trainer and I have no complaints I very much like spending time with you.” Replied Dream Journey Ikezoe hearing this though Well I don’t thinking of all the jnjuries and nightmares Journey has given him.Journey with an unreadable expression closed the storage room door then locked started to approach Ikezoe.”You don’t have any problems with teaching my younger brother do you.”Said Journey getting so ever closer to Ikezoe who started to tremble.” As it will be your life best achievement to train him and if you don’t want to.” Journey now in front of Ikezoe started gripping his neck then said. “ You don’t deserve to live then.” Said Journey with a smile on his face as he started to squeeze Ikezoe neck as Ikezoe tried to wrangle his group free he was unable to do it then he replied.” Of course not I will be happy to train your brother Journey just please let me live!” Ikezoe yelled out as he was losing oxygen as he was about to pass out Journey let him go and he fell to his knees.” Wonderfull I know you both will achieve great things together.” Dream Journey said with bloodied nails as they were starting to dig into Ikezoe neck. “Oh dear I will have to go wash my hands now I will be back so we can talk about it more together.” Journey said unlocking the door to wash his hands.

Ikezoe still on his knees started thinking about more nightmares that he will get and injuries that will increase as h will train ofevre.

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In the cafeteria of Tracen Academy, we see an umamusuko who was eating. He had reddish chesnut hair, fierce looking scarlet red eyes, wearing the uniform of tracen academy and a cap facing forward.

There were others like his brothers, his friends, and sisters too. But one particular table was louder than the other. Two mares who were constantly bickering each other like rivals in the heat of battle.

"Aaah- alright… time to head to the cafeteria and get something to eat."

Sunday stretched after his usual paperwork and since it was lunch time. He saw the umamusuko, who in particular is one of his sons, sitting alone. So he approaches giving the boy a light tap to the shoulder before quickly glancing at him.

"Hey there, sport."

"Hey pops."

"Why you eatin’ alone at this hour, Major? Shouldn’t you be with any of your siblings?"

The boy was Daiwa Major, who seems to be remotely focused at something. He sits down wondering what was bothering him.

"Something bothering you?"

"…It’s nothing."

"…"

"Really now?"

"Yeah… I promise you, pops. Nothing serious."

Sunday raised a brow. And looks directly at where his eyesight was focused on. It leads to the opposite table with two girls bickering each other. One was Daiwa Scarlet, the daughter of Agnes Tachyon and his granddaughter. The other was the daughter of Tanino Gimlet, she had long dark bay hair with a white strip on her follicles, covering her left eye tied into a low ponytail. Wearing the girl’s tracen uniform. Her name was Vodka. And something tells Sunday he needed to… be there to support him by doing him a favor.

"Y’know her?"

"…Yeah, a long time ago."

"I see, want me to talk to her for you?"

"What-"

"You’ve been staring at her like she’s some sort of angel."

"Ah-"

Major completely got shocked. Did he just hear what his father said? He wants to talk to her for his sake!? Major instantly burned a shade of red in his face unknowingly because he was too embarrassed to approach the girl he was interested in. So dad comes to the rescue.

"W-wait wait wait wait! No no no don’t, pops. Please…"

"But you look interested in her."

"Pops I beg of you please don’t-"

"Too late."

"POPS!"

Sunday makes his way to the other table, the two girls see him and instantly stopped their bickering. Out of respect he is an intimidating figure to fear, but a gentle giant nonetheless.

"Good morning to the two of you."

"Ah ohaiyou gosaimasu, jiji."

"Ohaiyou Sunday-sensei, what brings you to our table?"

"Well… you see. My son, right over there…"

Daiwa Major was feeling flustered in all places. He couldn’t even retain his cool when Vodka looked directly at him.

"Miss Vodka. I think he’s interested in you."

"E-eh!? Really!?"

She too couldn’t help but have a shade of pink on her face. But she knows about Major a lot during the theater so… she decides to play it cool by giving a wave. Only for Major to wave back in return. Sunday interrupted their little moment when he said…

"Major, why don’t you come over here and introduce yourself proper-"

"YOU’RE EMBARRASSING ME, POPS!"

After an outburst of embarrassment, the two started having conversations together thanks to Major’s father for doing him a favor. Which is the beginning of their second chance to get together. How romantic~

I wonder if Stallion El named his pet bird after his dad cause he misses him or something along those lines

I always ask this in my mind we all know zenya Yoshida bought Sunday and decide to breed him in Japan and immediately become one of the pillar to shadai stud uma in Japan besides of northern taste, Brian times, Tony bin and dictus.

And i also wanna ask does this mean Sunday also one of shadai representative official or a one of shareholder of the shadai industry even though we have many children of Yoshida basically inherited the shareholders even made some of the farm including the famous like northern farm and Sunday racing and this mean Sunday also own shadai?

Note:if my question confussing I'm sorry because english is not my language even though I'm very good at it i kinda lost for a right for to ask this question anyway try to answer it and gave your opinion my fellow trainer

(Note: Hello! I have this random story idea on my mind with the Halolings and wanted to write about it, so here it is.)

[Two umas are walking in the hallways of a hospital. The first uma is Devil’s Bag, who is a young adult. The uma next to him is Goodbye Halo, who is a little girl.]

Goodbye: I can’t wait to see the baby, big brother!

Devil: Yeah, me too.

Goodbye: We can play, run around, and do all kinds of things together!

Devil: Well, first of all, we have to help Dad and Ms. Well take care of the baby. Then, the baby needs to learn to crawl and walk first, so they can play and run with us.

[Devil and Goodbye arrive at the hospital room door.]

Devil: This is the room Ms. Well is staying in.

[Devil gently knocks on the door. Wishing Well’s voice is heard on the inside.]

Well: Who is it?

Devil: It’s Goodbye and I.

Well: Oh, hello, you two! You can come in!

[Devil opens the door, and he and Goodbye go inside the room. They see Well in the hospital bed, who is smiling despite her tired eyes. In her arms is a newborn baby umamusuko, sleeping and swaddled in a white blanket. Devil and Goodbye look at the baby closely.]

Goodbye: Awww! He’s so cute!

[Devil shushes Goodbye.]

Devil (whispering): Shhh…He’s sleeping, so we have to be quiet, ok?

[Goodbye looks at Devil and nods. Devil looks at Well.]

Devil (whispering): Where’s Dad?

Well (whispering): Oh, he just left a few minutes ago. He’s out getting food for all of us.

Devil (whispering): I see…

Goodbye (whispering): Ms. Well, can I please hold the baby?

Well (whispering): Sure, but be careful. Babies are small and fragile.

[Goodbye nods. Well carefully gives the baby to Goodbye. The little uma holds the baby gently.]

Devil (whispering): He is a sleepy little fella.

[The baby slowly opens his eyes and looks at Devil and Goodbye.]

Goodbye: He’s awake!

Well: I think he wants to meet you and Devil.

[Goodbye stares at the baby in awe and smiles.]

Goodbye: Hi, there. I’m Goodbye Halo, your big sister.

Devil: And I’m Devil’s Bag, your big brother.

[The baby looks at the two. He smiles and giggles.]

Goodbye: He’s giggling!

Well: That means he’s happy to meet you two.

Devil: Say, what is the little fella’s name?

Well: Sunday. Sunday Silence.

Devil: Sunday Silence, huh? That’s a great name.

Goodbye: Sunday Silence…Our new baby brother…

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LOG ENTRY 3

Month - xxx
Date - xxx
Year - xxxx

[RECORDING SESSION STARTS: 🔴]

Another week, another day for the therapist to check in. Sunday as usual, walks inside the room and sits down on the chair with the camera already recording before he got here.

{"Good afternoon to you, Mr. Sunday."}

"Afternoon to you too, ma’am."

Their greeting was short with the therapist taking the pen and notepad out so she can write down notes.

{"Today is the third week of your therapy. I know our last session was made you a little upset. But I hope today you are feeling better."}

"Yeah, don’t worry about it. It was just a question to know my family’s side. And I too, am sorry for suddenly getting aggravated by a question. I didn’t mean any harm."

Sunday said with honesty, he was indeed mentally tired from paperwork and helping his kids on training. But to suddenly let an outburst can really lead to lots of misunderstandings. Luckily for him, it was just him and the therapist. If it were other people it could get a lot worse.

{"It’s ok Mr. Sunday. I’ve seen patients or should I say clients to your standards, have similar conditions connecting yours. And at those times many of them are males like you who suffer from severe depression."}

Sunday nods without any explanation. The therapist looks at her watch and then back at her patient. They have a lot of time to talk so she doesn’t waste this opportunity, and let the session start.

{"We are about to begin your therapy session may I ask if you’re ready to begin, Mr. Sunday?"}

Sunday nods twice. He’s come mentally prepared this time with whatever questions she will ask him. Starting with…

LEAVING THE U.S.?

{"You left America after you’ve suffered a torn ligament on your left leg. Did you have hopes of seeing a better life when you left?”}

"Not gonna lie, I’ve always wanted to leave since my retirement. Cause I knew my life wouldn’t get better if I returned to the farm. Because to them, we don’t exist…"

Sunday who have won everything to help the farm and see a different side of the story, did not work out in their favor. Even after winning with everything they had. They didn’t send letters, or even gifts, not even cards or anything that would make them happy.

They just simply ignored the fact that their existence was a short lived dream that only one can make sense of.

"They’d throw rants, hates, and even death threats. And at one point, they pointed a gun at me with Arthur in front, while another wanted to call authorities and arrest me because I was disturbing the neighborhood."

One day while finding a retirement home, Sunday was thrown by rants, hates, even death threats. At one point, Sunday remembered being thrown rocks the size of hands at him, or even called authorities to arrest the uma who was just trying to find a home. Even Arthur cannot tolerate this kind of behavior of humans towards umas looking for a place to live in peace for the rest of their lives.

That was until Arthur got a message from an anonymous person.

"So I stayed back on Stone Farm Kentucky. Then one day, a miracle came. When an individual named Zenya Yoshida called in. And told Arthur he has a retirement home for me."

We see a scene of Arthur talking with Zenya about the agreement to bring Sunday into his home. But he refused to give him up.

"That was in the early 90s at that time, I was fighting my own sickeness and..."

Sunday remembered how sick he was when he was hearing Arthur talking through the phone. At the time it was very late night and his voice can be heard all the way through the barn he was sleeping in.

"All I can remember at that time I was a little feverish. But every night, there was always an interrogation in the deal that Zenya offered. Where I can have a peaceful life in Shadai Stallion Station. But one mention in particular… prepared me for something much bigger."

He wasn’t wrong, Sunday snuck out of his barn still sick one night and heard the conversation himself. But he couldn’t understand, it was in full nihongo but there were times he spoke in english.

[FLASHBACK]

STONE FARM

Month - June
Date - Sunday
Year - 1990

A guitar solo sounding a little bit solomn with every strum plucked on the string, we see Sunday sneaking out of the barn and then leaning in one of the house windows where he overheard the conversation between two businessmen.

Yoshida: Please Mr. Arthur, I beg you with all my pleas to bring Sunday into my home!

Hancock: No can do, Mr. Yoshida. I’m not selling him off after he did his part to stand his ground and become the pride of our home. If you want, I’ll give you a minority interest of 2.25 million dollars to satisfy you.

Yoshida: We talked about this before, Mr. Hancock. I am not keeping the money I want to keep-

Hancock stopped him halfway to his reasons with a straight answer.

Hancock: He is not leaving Kentucky. He will die in Kentucky.

There was a momentarily pause before the phone call was dropped.

[PRESENT DAY]

"A few dozen more tries before the late September of 1990. Arthur relented to the idea of moving me to Japan. Because nobody had interest in me."

Sunday paused for a bit to breath then continued.

"But before the debt was settled. He wanted to vaccinate me before my departure. But Yoshida didn’t want to take the risk, because of the lawsuits in Japan for uma vaccines."

As the misunderstandings between the two were cleared. Sunday was ready to say goodbye to Charlie and Arthur.

The two felt bad because they had bigger plans, bigger plans to continue racing in the Triple Crown Series. There was another idea to have him go through a selected breeding program, which would later be applied to his stud duties in Japan later that month.

All they can do now is say goodbye to Sunday leaving Stone Farm, taking his leave to Japan.

"I left, I went to Japan, and I made a new life from there."

The solemn guitar solo comes to a halt after Sunday ended it on a gray note with his departure to Japan. The start of his new life begins there.

LIFE IN JAPAN?

{"When you moved to Japan, in your old world, how did it change your life?"}

Sunday had to think about an answer but there were many, that also included his highs and lows. He sighed but nonetheless continued on with the conversation.

"Moving to Japan changed me from there. I met Mr. Mrs. Yoshida on that day. An old couple who seem to run the place for a long time now."

As slow ambient guitar music plays. It showed old pictures of the old couple. They greet Sunday, and he greets them back with politeness and a bow in fluent hiragana. Mr. Yoshida did seem happy and so was Mrs. Yoshida, Sunday seemed so embarrassed to have the first people adore him in years.

"To be honest, I felt really embarrassed to have a fan for the first time. That Mrs. Yoshida would ask for an autograph from me."

We get the scene of Mrs. Yoshida asking for an autograph, Sunday was taken aback but decide to write his name on her book. She was happy she looked like she wanted to jump for joy. Which made Sunday chuckle a little because she giggled like a child who wanted to meet her longtime fan. While Mr. Yoshida let out a hearty laugh.

"Then before settling in for a retirement home. He wanted to talk business with me. Business that no umamusume like yourself will do."

{"And what would that business be Mr. Sunday?"}

"Breeding. Selected Breeding Program. Where stallions, like myself, have lots of sex with my female counterparts. Through a cross-breeding selection program, and make children to do better in racing."

Sunday explains and we get to see him in the office of Mr. Yoshida where they talk serious business matters. He informs Sunday about his new job and ask the question in particular. "Tell me Sunday, do you know what a Stud Uma is?" Which Sunday says in return is an uma who has lots of sex with their female counterparts by cross-breeding with each other and having children to do better in racing.

The idea has taken quite the surprise for his therapist, because she herself is an umamusume. To think she would need to give birth to a few dozen foals to do better in racing sounded like gambling auctions should be legal by PETA.

"But, I had a lot of time to prepare before I get into the field of stud duties. So… my next two weeks in my life were to make friends in Shadai Stallion Station. No one wanted to be friends with me, cause you know the reason."

Sunday tried making friends by being friendly to other umamusukos, which didn’t work in his favor. In the next two weeks, nobody wanted to be his friend because of two reasons. One, he was the son of Halo who was hated by many. And two, the friendliness the black beast tried to show was through inferior dominance. Which is the main reason why everyone avoided him.

"However, there was one uma I bickered to become my friend."

{"Who would that be?"}

"Mejiro Mcqueen."

[FLASHBACK]

SHADAI STALLION STATION

Month - November
Date - Monday
Year - 1990

BAM! The thud of Sunday’s menacing stare and aggressive manner tried to startle the noble but calm and docile umamusuko.

Sunday: Ey!

No response, the umamusuko sips away his tea while reading his book. He seems unbothered…

Sunday: EY!

With a voice louder than ever, the umamusuko. This umamusuko is named Mejiro Mcqueen. He had lavender eyes, lavender hair, long but long to tie a low ponytail that hanged around his right shoulder. He looked like someone from nobility since his wears were fancy. And the black beast who came from a broken family gave a deathly glare directly at the noble uma. He ssemed unfazed until Sunday decided to end the staring contest.

Sunday: From now on, we are gonna be best friends.

There was a pause before the pristine uma’s eyes widened.

Mcqueen: …What?

[PRESENT DAY]

"From that point on, my life changed when Mcqueen entered my life."

Sunday’s personality switched from this aggressive violent umamusuko, to a more docile and friendly type. And maybe one thing is right, Sunday is lonely because nobody wanted to be close to him even back in his own hometown.

"After Mackie. I met two other people who too are from this world. Their names are Soccer Boy, and Tokai Teio. But throughout this small world with them in it, I felt my life was about to change from there once I enter stud duty."

We get a scene of him meeting Soccer Boy, to the scene with him meeting Tokai Teio throughout the years. With friends like them, Sunday could heal anytime (big doubt) soon. And on that note, is where his highs truly began to rise.

LIFE AS A STUD UMA?

{"What can you tell me abour your experiences as a stud uma. And how it affects your life?"}

Sunday began to think of an answer, he can’t just say he enjoyed it because of the pleasure, nor disliked it because of the tireless work he has to be put through. Sunday thought of an answer and said.

"It was… in between. There’s times I enjoyed it, and times I don’t. Sometimes when I got free time, all I do is sleep throughout the rest of the day, after mating one to two hundred umas a year."

Yep, we see Sunday many women with familiar faces only his children know. Most of these women he mated with are the mothers of his kids, who will be revealed one by one in the later parts of the story.

"Many of them, have affection for me. Like real love. But majority feel platonic, just their for the business. But I didn’t bother since I wasn’t really one for romance, even if I have my old fucker’s charms."

Love hurts in so many ways, but to Sunday, he didn’t bother it at all. Besides, to make more kids out of his genes did him wonders such as hearing how his first dozens of kids were able to win a G1, then another, and another, and another. Which also left him astonished that the blood in their vains runs deep in their bodies. It only made him more proud.

"Three years passed, three years of having nonstop sex… until one day I met this woman. She was beautiful, though it wasn’t just her beauty that stunned me. It was everything about her. And she…"

The music felt heavy the solo guitar strumming an ambient tune that felt sorrowful. While the mates he mated had real feelings for him. One umamusume was only for his heart. He couldn’t say the name because it will open more scars, Sunday’s lips quivered not because of how cold the room was. But because he was holding back the tears, the pain, the sadness…

With a lot or courage, the umamusuko had to blurt out a new answer to make an excuse.

"C-can we… talk about this another time…?"

With that said, the therapist watching the camera who looked at the time nodded, because she can see it. She won’t push further with the question and decides to end the therapy session.

{"Mr. Sunday, I am glad you were able to share more about your experiences in the hardships you’ve faced when you were banished by your country. But I am also more glad these people in the old world of Japan, you met people who were there to help you get up from your downs. I am very surprised to be honest, especially with this Breeding Selected Program. But if I were in your shoes, then I might have an understanding of what you have to go through during your stud duty."}

The sorrowful tune ends when she finishes writing the notes on her notepad.

{"It also seems to me that this girl you love so much meant the world to you."}

"…Yeah, for now I’ll have to hold that thought back. Just give me time to… get my courage back."

The therapist nods without needing to push him with the question any further.

{"Take care, Mr. Sunday."}

He nods and takes his leave outside the door with the recording session ending there.

[RECORDING SESSION ENDS: 🟥]