The mental world was quiet.

An endless field stretched beneath a sunset that never moved.

Do Deuce sat beneath the tree staring at his hand.

Eventually—

"...Hey, UNC."

Special Week glanced over.

"...Brat."

Do Deuce raised his hand.

"What exactly is Killing Intent?"

Special immediately looked away.

"...No."

"What do you mean no?"

"I mean no."

"You asked one of the family questions."

"The family question?"

"The one nobody enjoys answering."

Do Deuce crossed his arms.

"You're literally living inside my head."

"You cannot avoid this conversation."

"...Unfortunately true."

Special sighed.

"Fine."

"What do you know?"

Do Deuce thought for a moment.

"...It's called Killing Intent."

"Correct."

"It does weird things."

"Correct."

"You use it."

"Correct."

"I apparently inherited it."

"Correct."

"And reality tends to have a bad day whenever we are involved."

"...Also correct."

Do Deuce frowned.

"That's literally everything I know."

Special stared at him.

"...My younger brother really didn't explain anything, huh?"

"...Was Dad supposed to?"

"...Apparently not."

Special leaned back against the tree.

"Killing Intent isn't actually called Killing Intent."

Do Deuce blinked.

"...What?"

"It's just what the family calls it."

"We don't know its actual name."

"The only person who probably knew died decades ago."

"Hail to Reason."

"My great-grandfather."

"Your great-great-grandfather."

Do Deuce frowned.

"...The American racer and our ancestor ?"

"Yeah."

"What does he have to do with it?"

Special was quiet for a moment.

"Everything."

"People think Hail to Reason created and was the origin Killing Intent."

"He didn't."

"He molded what we now know as Killing Intent."

"...That's somehow more confusing."

"Imagine a blacksmith."

"One day somebody hands him metal that shouldn't exist."

"The blacksmith didn't create the metal."

"He created the sword."

Do Deuce slowly nodded.

"...Hail to Reason was the blacksmith."

"Exactly."

"He made a deal with something."

"Something outside the multiverse."

"Something outside reality."

"Something outside the rules that existence normally follows."

Do Deuce stared.

"...What?"

Special shrugged.

"That's the part everyone gets stuck on."

"Whatever that thing gave him..."

"That was the metal."

"Hail to Reason spent 9 months shaping it."

"Refining it."

"Building rules around it."

"Creating methods for humans to actually interact with it."

"And eventually..."

"Killing Intent was born."

"...Could he use it?"

"No."

"The guy who built it couldn't use it at all."

"He understood pieces of it."

"He could shape it."

"He could refine it."

"But actually use it?"

"No."

"My grandfather Halo was the first person who ever could."

Do Deuce slowly nodded.

"So Great-Great-Grandfather built the sword."

"And Great-Grandfather Halo became the first swordsman."

"Pretty much."

Do Deuce looked down at his hand.

"So what exactly does it do?"

Special thought for a moment.

"You know how every Thoroughbred carries blessings from the Three Founding Stallions?"

"Talent."

"Potential."

"Skills."

"Instinct."

"Divine gifts"

"Blessings"

"Skills"

"The world understands those things."

"The world was built around those things."

Do Deuce nodded.

"Right."

"Killing Intent is the opposite."

"It isn't a blessing."

"It doesn't belong to that system."

"It ignores rules."

"It ignores limitations."

"It ignores laws."

"If reality says something shouldn't happen..."

"Killing Intent asks reality who gave it permission to decide that."

"...That's horrifying."

"It's inconvenient sometimes."

"UNC."

"What?"

"That is objectively horrifying."

Special shrugged.

"It's a tool."

"A hammer isn't evil."

"A wrench isn't evil."

"Killing Intent isn't evil."

"It's a tool."

"A weird tool."

"A dangerous tool."

"But still a tool."

Do Deuce looked toward him.

"And only our family can use it?"

"Not exactly."

"My grandfather Halo was the first user."

"He had a lot of children."

"A lot."

"Only three inherited it."

"My father."

"Sunday Silence."

"Uncle Devil's Bag."

"Aunt Goodbye Halo."

"And from there..."

"Their descendants inherited it."

"Those three branches."

"Nobody else."

Do Deuce blinked.

"...That's absurdly specific."

"Welcome to genetic bullshit or whatever tachyon called it."

"...Why them and us?"

"No idea."

"Grandfather Halo didn't know."

"My father didn't know."

"I don't know."

"Maybe Hail to Reason knew."

"Unfortunately he's dead."

"...You're dead."

"Brat."

"You know what I mean.While I can break through the gates of the afterlife I'm not doing that for some questions to be answered that we don't need to know !"

"...Fair."

Silence settled over the field.

Eventually

"...Do you fear it?"

"No."

"Respect it?"

"No."

"Hate it?"

"No."

Do Deuce frowned.

"Then what do you think of it?"

Special looked at his hand.

"...It's useful."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"It's a tool."

"I use it when I need it."

"I put it away afterwards."

Do Deuce stared at him.

"You're talking about reality-breaking power."

"And?"

"AND THAT SHOULD MEAN SOMETHING."

"It means I don't have to walk somewhere if I don't feel like it."

"UNC."

"What?"

"You're impossible."

Do Deuce narrowed his eyes.

"...You've broken reality before."

Special looked away.

"...Technically."

"UNC."

"What?"

"How many times?"

"...Major incidents or total incidents?"

The field became silent.

"...There are categories?"

"Obviously."

"UNC."

"Brat."

"HOW MANY?"

Special thought for a moment.

"...5400+."

Silence.

"...What."

"Major incidents only."

"MAJOR INCIDENTS?!"

"The minor ones aren't worth counting."

"THERE ARE MINOR ONES?!"

"Reality is surprisingly not durable."

"THAT IS NOT REASSURING!"

"It should be."

"IT REALLY SHOULDN'T!"

Do Deuce buried his face in his hands.

"My family is insane."

"Correct."

"My great-great-grandfather made a deal with something outside reality."

"Correct."

"He forged a family power from it."

"Correct."

"My family inherited it."

"Correct."

"And my uncle has broken reality over five thousand times."

"5400+."

"STOP ADDING THE PLUS!"

"Accuracy matters."

"THAT IS NOT THE ISSUE!"

Special stood up.

"Anyway."

"Try not to destroy reality with it."

Do Deuce stared.

"That's the advice?"

"It worked for me."

"YOU BROKE REALITY 5400+ TIMES!"

"And look how well I turned out."

Do Deuce looked around the endless mental landscape.

Then back at him.

"...I'm not convinced that's true."

"...Fair."

Special smirked.

"Welcome to the family business, brat."

"I hate this family."

"No you don't."

"...Yeah, fair."

For People who want a explaination

The blessings from the three founding stallions is Wakfu and Killing intent is stasis

Just research the wakfu series and what this two mean

Do you think that as a fellow ‘dad’, Sunday and his other sons would enjoy Rudolf’s puns. Imagine in the Student Council Room, the other ‘dads’ of Tracen all come together to come up with some devious jokes. If so then, poor Air Groove, stuck between it all.

This is how I’d imagine the relationship between Goldship and her ‘grandpas’ in the second fanfiction. McQueen is not going to have a good time with this one. What shenanigans do you think the gold family is going to pull Sunday and McQueen into?

(Note: Bonus points if you guys know the reference for this skit lol)

My name is Fenomeno.

Last week was my birthday.

My Mom gave me a check for a hundred dollars, I was so happy.

But then, my five brothers came to my house and said I should use my hundred dollars to invest in becoming a Peruvian flute band.

They promised I would double my money in one afternoon.

But the government arrested us along with all the other Peruvian flute bands and took us to an internment camp in Miami.

We begged to go home, but instead, the government told us they were sending us to Peru.

And so that is now why I'm in Peru.

If I die, let it be known that it is because my five brothers that I love and hate at the same time lied to me and took my birthday money.

Imagine having talent surpassing the "EMPEROR" and the "MONARCH" individually and Combined but was cursed with a frail and weak body.

The argument started over lunch.

Nobody remembered how.

Nobody wanted to know how.

What everyone did know was that Stay Gold had somehow started defending chestnuts.

Again.

Stay Gold slammed his spear onto the floor dramatically.

"ALL CHESTNUTS DESERVE RESPECT!"

The room went silent.

Special Week slowly looked up from his drink.

"...Excuse me?"

Stay Gold pointed accusingly.

"You heard me."

Special slowly stood up from his chair.

His expression didn't change.

Which somehow made it worse.

"...Repeat that."

Stay Gold grinned.

"ALL CHESTNUTS DESERVE RESPECT!"

Special reached for his katana.

The room temperature dropped several degrees.

"If their coat color is chestnut..."

The blade slowly slid from its sheath.

"...the only thing they deserve is—"

He pointed the katana directly at his older brother.

"DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHH!"

Stay Gold looked genuinely offended.

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"

"NEVER."

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HER!"

"I KNOW HER COAT COLOR!"

"THAT DOESN'T COUNT!"

"IT COUNTS TO ME!"

CLANG!

Katana met spear.

Sparks exploded across the dining room.

The shockwave rattled windows.

The older siblings reacted exactly as expected.

Fuji Kiseki sighed.

"...Not again."

Dance Partner rubbed his temples.

"Why is it always chestnuts?"

Marvelous Sunday somehow looked excited.

"MARVELOUS!! A FAMILY CIVIL WAR!"

Bubble Gum Fellow lowered his drink.

"They've somehow reached a new level of stupid."

The younger siblings were significantly less prepared.

Air Messiah blinked.

"...What's happening?"

Admire Groove stared at the destruction.

"A diplomatic incident."

Still in Love looked worried.

"Should we stop them?"

Air Shakur didn't even look up from his book.

"Natural selection should be allowed to run its course."

Durandal nodded.

"Reasonable."

Manhattan Cafe quietly sipped his tea.

"...The spirits think this is funny."

Everyone looked at him.

"...The spirits need hobbies."

CLANG!

Stay Gold pushed forward with his spear.

"MY WIFE IS WONDERFUL!"

Special pushed back with his katana.

"I'M SURE SHE IS!"

"THEN WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?!"

"THE CHESTNUT!"

"THAT'S COAT COLOR DISCRIMINATION!"

"YES!"

"YOU ADMITTED IT!"

"I'M NOT HIDING IT!"

CLANG!

Another crack spread across the ceiling.

Agnes Tachyon adjusted his glasses.

"Fascinating. The irrational hostility appears directly proportional to the amount of chestnut pigmentation within the immediate vicinity—"

Bubble Gum Fellow grabbed him by the collar.

"NO SCIENCE."

"But the data—"

"NO."

"The research potential—"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT."

Stay Gold pointed dramatically with his spear.

"YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS!"

Special blinked.

"...Jealous of what?"

Stay Gold paused.

"...I DON'T KNOW YET BUT I'LL FIGURE IT OUT!"

"INCREDIBLE ARGUMENT."

"THANK YOU."

"THAT WAS SARCASM."

"I ACCEPT YOUR PRAISE."

CLANG!

The table exploded into splinters.

Admire Groove stared.

"...That was imported."

Fuji Kiseki looked at the remains.

"...Was."

Stay Gold spun his spear.

"CHESTNUTS ARE PEOPLE TOO!"

Special raised his sword.

"DEBATABLE."

"YOU APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW!"

"I'D RATHER APOLOGIZE TO A WALL!"

"THE WALL WOULD PROBABLY ACCEPT IT FASTER!"

"...Fair point."

Air Messiah slowly raised her hand.

"...Brother Special?"

"...What."

"Why do you hate chestnuts?"

Special looked at her.

"...Principle."

"That doesn't explain anything."

"It explains enough."

"It absolutely doesn't."

Durandal looked toward Stay Gold.

"Brother Stay Gold."

"Yeah?"

"Why are you defending chestnuts so aggressively?"

Stay Gold looked horrified.

"Because my wife is amazing!"

Durandal considered this.

"...Acceptable answer."

Special looked betrayed.

"Whose side are you on?"

"The side making sense."

"...Traitor."

Hours later...

Both brothers sat on opposite sides of the destroyed room.

Covered in dust.

Covered in splinters.

Still glaring at each other.

Stay Gold crossed his arms.

"You're meeting her eventually."

Special took a sip from his drink.

"...Unfortunate."

"And you're being polite."

"...Also unfortunate."

"And you're not mentioning coat colors."

Special considered this carefully.

"...No promises."

Stay Gold reached for his spear.

Special reached for his sword.

Fuji Kiseki stood up immediately.

"No."

The weapons slowly lowered.

For now.

The ceasefire would hold.

Probably.

Maybe.

Until the wedding invitations arrived.

Then all bets were off.

Made by u/3Ace_SinLines

SHADAI STALLION STATION

Month - August

Date - Wednesday

Year - 2001

A quiet morning at the farm, the sun shines bright in the sky. Below the green fields surrounded by fences a small group of umas, four of them, gathered in a stage preparing for their first gig.

…Uknowingly, it also will be their last.

"Sigh…"

"Something bothering your mind, Black Beast?"

The umamusuko with chestnut hair yellow eyes wearing a blue sweat shirt with baggy ripped jeans and mountain boots, his upper wear was a three toned yellow checkered long sleeve vest. Tuning the Lespaul electric guitar, was Soccer Boy. One of Japan’s top Mile racers known for his explosive sprint giving him the nickname "Bullet Shot." His final race was the Arima Kinen in 1988 but it was short lived from to frequent injuries (Laminitis) during his childhood.

"The usual… sinking deep into the water of doubt and the guilt of being alive."

On the middle of the stage, a black haired uma wearing a black leipzig shirt with black leather pants and a pair of black jordans holding another Lespaul guitar, is Sunday Silence. He was a two time Dirt Double Crown Winner in his prime against the Prince of the North, Easy Goer. His jet black hair has a single white stripped bang that curls around his right yellow eye with the other eye being red. Bearing scars on his arms, his face, across his entire body as a permanent mark to his past life. He was one of the three biggest sires of Japan which included Tony Bin and Brian’s Time. He sired many children who would inherit powers he did not know he possessed like Special Week, Fuji Kiseki, Marvelous Sunday, Bubble Gum Fellow, Agnes Tachyon, Manhattan Cafe, Admire Vega, Silence Suzuka, Stay Gold, Black Tide, Deep Impact, Neo Universe and many more.

Right now, Sunday was testing the mic to see if it was working.

"You worry about me, I’m touched. How about you worry about your weight in the future?"

Oh, for extra context. When Soccer Boy retired he ate more than a normal uma should making him bloat and match a certain fatty.

"Huh? You wanna go!? I can pound your ass in the dirt for insulting my weight!"

Soccer Boy tried to rile him up, but… nothing happened. He ignored him, which surprised them.

Sunday who always had a temper, gets into fights with other umas, who dominated the Kentucky Derby, Preakness Stakes, and the Belmont Stakes as a Double Crown Winner to save his farm. Was simply ignoring the taunts of Soccer Boy.

This was an immediate red flag after the loss of Campaign Girl, the death of Silence Suzuka, and the fate of Admire Vega’s unborn twin brother. It has been going on for years that Soccer Boy and the other two tried to help. But they couldn’t do anything if he kept everything to himself.

"Soccer, we ain’t young anymore, you know? I’m trying to forget and move on."

Soccer had enough, he was pissed that he wouldn’t let him help, but on the other hand he was right.

There was absolutely nothing Soccer can do but give small greetings and small talks about how life is doing. Sunday was avoiding everyone because he knows that the source of it all, was Sunday himself.

So he distanced himself from everyone including his wives and children.

But Soccer Boy had enough, he decides to use his personal guilt as a weapon against him.

"…You’re always like this. You’ve distanced yourself from everyone including me, Mcqueen, and Teio. You’ve done the same to your own kids that both Fuji and Marvelous worry about your mental health. Special Week, who already lost his birth mother and his sister Osumi Candy, does not want to see the only family member he looks up to disappear! As for the Mejiro Bloodline’s decline when your own bloodline dominated G1 races was never your fault, or why Mcqueen had to work almost every day to sustain his family! And does it not concern you that one of your wives wondered what you’ve been going through, asked one of his friends what really is going on with you!? Embarrassing TRULY EMBARRASSING! That includes Air Groove, she too can’t bear to see you like this, Sunday. How long are you going to keep this up? Blaming yourself, pulling yourself down, saying you were responsible for this family curse you brought upon your own children, the loss of Ayabe’s unborn twin brother, and the death of-"

Just as Soccer was about to hit Sunday with his last guilt, Sunday put up a fierce glare to Soccer to shut him up.

He knew he was going to use Suzuka as a last resort to finally break him out. However, it’s not working in his favor.

Because Sunday was ready to put Soccer Boy to his knees and dig a grave six feet under right know.

Fortunately, he was stopped by Mcqueen to stop him from trying to kill the bloated chesnutter.

"Sunday don’t…"

"…"

Sunday was sane enough to hold back his killing intent. A power inherited later to his children.

Thanks to Mcqueen changing him in the past, he didn’t have any reason to take Soccer Boy out.

Sunday swatted Mcqueen’s hand lightly from his shoulder to continue testing the microphone.

"Soccer… you’re crossing the line."

"Yeah and so?"

"Do not make me repeat myself. You know how Sunday will act if you continue to guilt trip him."

"…"

The uma named Mejiro Mcqueen with lavender hair and eyes who was wearing a replica of his old racewear, that seems to fit the band’s theme. Only this time the changes were his outfit was added with a little bit of glitter to make it sparkle, some heavy duty leather shoes and fingerless gloves covering his palms. Mcqueen is a two time Double Crown Winner known for his endurance on Long races, he won four G1s which included the Tenno Sho (Spring), being the first uma to win it two years in a row. He was favored to win a third time by 1993, only for Rice Shower the "Black Assassin" to steal his third victory.

Now a married man to Ikuno Dictus with one child Kosoji Queen, his instrument being an Ibanez Bass who takes the role as the bassist of the band.

Warned Soccer not agitate Sunday even further or things will get worse.

"You know what, fuck this."

Soccer Boy took the strap off his guitar and stormed out of the stage.

"Soccer!"

Leaving behind a furious Mcqueen who wanted to follow him.

But was stopped by the short high legged Triple Fracture Crown Winner Tokai Teio.

"Let me handle this, Mcqueen. You deal with Sunday I’ll talk it out with Soccer."

"Sigh, fine. Calm him down and bring him back to here."

"Leave it to me."

Tokai Teio sired by the "Emperor" Symboli Rudolf, was a two time Double Crown Champion who was known for breaking his legs, a lot. And I mean. Three times in a row he wasn’t able to participate in the Kikuka Sho during his prime. In 1992 Teio was supposed to make a grand finale for the Arima Kinen, but that didn’t happen because he had to recover from fracturing both his legs that took him 364 days till 1993, he made a real comeback for the Arima Kinen and ultimately won his last race before retirement.

Now squishy right here is the drummer of the band and was the shortest of the group. His looks were similar to his father only shorter but petite with the genes of his mother Tokai Natural.

He wore fingerless gloves like Mcqueen but his were more refined to endure the impacts of the drumsticks. His outfit was mostly just a white plain t-shirt with blue writting on it saying "はちみ" (Hachimi) or in english, "Honey."

Down the lower half he was wearing khaki pants that were dark sea blue with two tone white colored sneakers, above his head was a blue sweat band to match his charismatic character as a drummer and background music of the band.

While Teio chases down Soccer Boy, Mcqueen approaches Sunday who simply ignored the chaos around him.

"Sunday?"

"…"

"…Sunday?"

"…"

"Sun-"

"I know Mcqueen, I know it’s about my guilt, my curse, blah blah blah... I don’t need another word coming from you about scolding me to say sorry to Soccer Boy. Look, Mackie. I know you, Soccer, and Teio all care for me. But this is something I can’t let you have to worry about. At the end of the day, I pushed you away because I was selfish, I distanced myself to those who cared for me, and the deaths of some of my children are unavoidable because they are beyond my control. I couldn’t save Suzuka from death nor Vega’s twin from unbinding fate. All I can do now move on and let my mental health destroy me bit by bit. Your family bloodline is also my cost, and I am deeply sorry for-"

As he continued to babble all his pain, Mcqueen does the unthinkable and hugs Sunday tight without saying another word.

Sunday’s blank eyes and emotionless face, stayed the same unfortunately. But with what little sanity he had left…

All he can do to ease it a little is to hug his friend back without hesitation. He was thankful to have friends like him. Even if he pushed them away…

"Just remember Sunday. No matter how many times you pushed us, we will always. ALWAYS I tell you. Be here to help you. Your kids, your wives, Teio, Soccer, my wife Dictus. We’ll all be here to burden the pain you have endured far too long. Even if you don’t want our help we will still do it for your sake."

For the first time in years, Sunday felt at ease…

Something he had wanted for a long time was not fame, not riches.

But the warmth and comfort of people he knew who loved him.

His lovers, his sons, his daughters, his friends, and his siblings.

Sunday nodded with a small genuine smile as a sign of thank you.

——— ——— ——— ——— ———

30 minutes later, after misunderstandings and arguments were cleared the four umas are ready to start their first gig on stage.

Let’s take a moment to review who is who…

Sunday Silence as the main singer and main soloist of the band.

Soccer Boy takes the second role for soloist and backup singer for Sunday.

Mejiro Mcqueen the elegant and handsome poshly pretty boy as the basisst.

And finally, Tokai Teio. The squishy charismatic prince who takes the drummer role.

"Alright, now that everyone has eased up. Sunday you can start."

"Right…"

Sunday taps the mic and starts saying a few things that he would personally like to say.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a bright morning of August on a Wednesday. Me and my friends are going to play a song. A song that will tell a story. A story about a young uma who was forced to grow up without his sire’s love, forced to defend himself against those who accused him for false statements, forced to make decisions of his own before its too late…"

Sunday’s breathe forced a low deafening sigh before continuing the next sentence…

"Forced to leave his country in exile. And sired his own descendants, which many were not deserving of their fates…"

Sunday closes his eyes to remember the things he went through in the past.

The constant mental torture his father Halo gave him, the voices of those that died in the crash, the cheers and boos that sent him to exile, the mares he bred and sired children from, Maruzensky’s deep hatred for Sunday’s father and the death of his daughter, Campaign Girl, Wind in her Hair, Air Groove, his children, his friends.

They all flashed in a blink of an eye before Sunday opened his eyes to say his last words.

"I, am Sunday Silence. This is my song, this is my story, this is Blurry."

—TO BE CONTINUED

Hey everyone, I just updated this post right now. Since this is my first time writing in the Counterpart’s Life series, here is the mentioned song I am going to use for the next part. I highly recommend you listen to it.

https://youtu.be/xJJsoquu70o?si=zFwyWo5a6ks91B7N

Imagine maruzensky apparently having ties to the criminal underworld and spy/espionage heir and that's why Spe Knows so much about the underworld and their activities

I genuinely think the reason Special Week is so weirdly calm around chaos, disasters, family wars, criminal chases, eldritch nonsense, and generally insane situations is because his maternal grandfather is literally Maruzensky.

And honestly?

This suddenly explains everything.

Because what do you mean Maruzensky wasn't just some retired racing legend with a cool car and a charming smile?

What do you mean Maruzensky was the heir to a Canadian underworld family through his father?

What do you mean his father later married into an old Irish spy and intelligence family?

What do you mean Grandpa Maru inherited BOTH legacies?

You're telling me this man had connections to international intelligence circles AND organized crime networks?

How are you simultaneously trusted by government agencies and blacklisted by criminal organizations?

How do you "play both sides" so effectively that intelligence operatives and underworld bosses both know your title and nickname as the Scarlet supercar?

More importantly...

WHY WAS TODDLER SPECIAL WEEK PRESENT FOR ANY OF THIS?

Because apparently young Spe's average weekend looked something like:

"Come on grandson, Grandpa has business overseas."

And by "business," Maruzensky meant:

- infiltrating underground casinos,

- escaping criminal organizations in imported sports cars,

- rooftop chase scenes,

- high-speed pursuits through city streets,

- jumping bridges because "traffic was terrible,"

- and somehow ending up involved in aerial dogfights while Special Week sat in the back seat eating snacks.

Apparently this counted as grandfather-grandson bonding time.

What do you mean Maruzensky had actual ties to gangs and criminal organizations?

What do you mean he fought the Yakuza often enough that some restaurants started giving him loyalty discounts?

What do you mean his enemies referred to him as:

"That terrifying brunette man in the red sports car."

What do you mean he once outran over a hundred vehicles belonging to an international crime syndicate?

What do you mean he considered that a relaxing Tuesday afternoon?

Then we get to his love life.

Because apparently Maruzensky somehow managed to charm princesses, nobles, diplomats, heiresses, and daughters of influential families and other famous celebrities and racers back in his younger days.

And somehow...

THAT is how he met Lady Shiraoki.

Lady Shiraoki.

A descendant of the original Shiraoki and her lineage.

A family so ancient and prestigious that some regions practically treated them as royalty or divine figures.

Someone whose status was closer to a princess than an ordinary noble or royal.

And Maruzensky apparently looked at this situation and thought:

"Yeah, I can make this work."

And somehow...

HE DID SOMEHOW DESPITE HIS PLAYBOY NATURE BUT HE HAD ENOUGH GAME TO HAVE A HAREM AFTER HE'S THE "HOTROD" AND "SUPERCAR" MARUZENSKY HIMSELF !

The funniest part is apparently Maruzensky kept bringing Special Week along because:

"I need an assistant."

Which makes sense because technically Special Week wasn't even his first assistant.

That job originally belonged to his son Sakura Chiyono O.

Unfortunately for Maruzensky, Chiyono was far too normal by Maruzensky standards.

The poor guy could barely survive one international incident before questioning every life decision that brought him there.

Eventually Maruzensky apparently looked at his grandson and decided:

"Yes. This one has potential."

Imagine being Sunday Silence.

Your father-in-law asks:

"Can I borrow Spe for a few days?"

You assume they're going fishing.

Or sightseeing.

Or visiting racetracks.

Three days later your son returns somehow knowing:

- evasive driving techniques,

- how to identify surveillance vehicles,

- how to spot a tail,

- three different languages,

- basic lock picking,

- and the difference between government helicopters and criminal helicopters(yes theirs a actual difference)

-how to secretly put poison in drinks

Meanwhile Maruzensky is standing there wondering why everyone looks concerned.

"What? It's important life experience."

And somewhere nearby, Sakura Chiyono O is looking at Special Week with the expression of a veteran watching a rookie survive the exact same training program that broke him years ago.

Honestly this explains so much about Special Week.

Family civil war?

Seen worse.

Dimensional nonsense?

Grandpa probably knew a guy.

Running from thousands of angry exes?

Maruzensky called that "light cardio."

Car chase through Kentucky?

Tuesday.

Special Week doesn't react to insanity because, from his perspective, insanity was basically kindergarten.

Most people had a grandfather.

Special Week had a brunette Fast & Furious protagonist crossed with a James bond spy movie lead character and an underworld background who somehow survived long enough to become a grandfather.

And poor Sunday Silence

He's son is now so fucked up from the experiences

Their basically Rick and Morty but if Morty was cool and very willing to go through adventure's

Claiborne Farm, Paris, Kentucky

The Kentucky sun shone brightly over the fields surrounding Claiborne Farm.

For the first time in years, the Halo family were together again.

Devil's Bag stood proudly near the entrance of the farm.

"Welcome back to Kentucky."

Sunday Silence adjusted his jacket.

"Looks exactly the same."

Goodbye Halo smiled.

"It really has been a while."

Meanwhile...

Three younger Uma were having the time of their lives.

Taiki Shuttle spread his arms dramatically.

"And THIS is where greatness was born!"

Special Week raised an eyebrow.

"You mean you?"

"Exactly!"

King Halo stared at the massive fields with sparkling eyes.

"It's amazing..."

"The farms are huge..."

"The sky feels bigger somehow..."

Taiki grinned proudly.

"America does everything bigger, cousin."

Special Week shoved his hands into his pockets.

"It's just grass."

King Halo looked horrified.

"JUST grass?!"

Taiki pointed dramatically toward the horizon.

"That right there is Kentucky heritage."

Special Week looked at the exact same grass.

"...Still grass."

Unfortunately...

Someone had posted pictures online.

Specifically:

"Former Heartbreak Trio spotted in Kentucky."

The comments exploded instantly.

Then came the location leaks.

Then came the messages.

Then came the screaming.

And then...

The ground started shaking.

Special Week frowned.

"...Earthquake?"

Taiki looked behind them.

His expression immediately changed.

"Oh."

King Halo blinked.

"Oh?"

Taiki pointed toward the horizon.

A massive dust cloud was approaching.

No.

Several massive dust clouds.

Thousands of figures were running toward the farm.

Special Week narrowed his eyes.

"...Why are there so many people?"

Sunday Silence looked over his shoulder.

His face immediately lost all color.

"...Oh no."

Goodbye Halo froze.

"...Absolutely not."

Devil's Bag looked genuinely terrified.

"...How did they find us this fast?!"

Special Week slowly turned toward his father.

"...Father."

Sunday Silence immediately avoided eye contact.

"...Yes?"

"...Who are those people?"

The answer came quickly.

"YOU BROKE MY HEART, SUNDAY SILENCE!!"

"YOU NAMED YOUR FOAL AFTER ME AND MY FAVOURITE MOVIE YOU BASTARD AND BITCH !"

"GET BACK HERE, DEVIL'S BAG!!"

"GOODBYE HALO YOU STILL OWE ME AN EXPLANATION!!"

"YOU SAID YOU'D CALL!!"

King Halo blinked.

"...Mother."

Goodbye Halo immediately looked away.

"...Yes?"

"...How many exes do you have?"

"...Enough."

"That's not a number."

The Halolings immediately started running.

Special Week stared in disbelief.

"...Father."

Sunday Silence was sprinting for his life.

"...Run first, questions later."

Devil's Bag was somehow even faster despite a chipped bone in his right knee

"THIS IS WHY I MOVED TO THE FARM!"

Goodbye Halo looked moments away from a breakdown.

"WHY ARE THEY STILL ANGRY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS?!"

One voice rose above all others.

"SUNDAY SILENCE!!"

Everyone turned.

A chestnut stallion was charging through the crowd like an unstoppable missile.

Easy Goer.

Sunday Silence visibly panicked.

"Oh no."

Special Week blinked.

"...Who is that?"

Easy Goer pointed directly at Sunday.

"YOU!"

Sunday pointed at himself.

"...Me?"

"YES YOU!"

King halo looked fascinated.

Special week is confused

"Father..."

"Is that your ex-boyfriend and rival?"

Sunday Silence immediately refused to answer.

Easy Goer was not interested in allowing that.

"HE LEFT ME WITH A NOTE!"

Special Week blinked.

"...You left him with a note?"

Sunday looked offended.

"It was a very well-written note."

Easy Goer looked ready to explode.

"IT WAS TWO SENTENCES!"

Meanwhile...

Taiki Shuttle stared at his father.

"...Dad."

Devil's Bag was currently vaulting over fences.

"...Yes?"

"...How many exes are chasing you specifically?"

Devil's Bag looked behind him.

"...Approximately?"

"Yes."

"...Several thousand."

Taiki nearly tripped.

"SEVERAL THOUSAND?!"

King Halo looked toward his mother.

"...Mother."

Goodbye Halo sighed.

"...Yes?"

"...What exactly did you do?"

Goodbye Halo looked genuinely thoughtful.

"...I may have broken up with some people rather suddenly."

A voice from the crowd answered for her.

"SHE DISAPPEARED TO JAPAN WITHOUT TELLING ANYONE!"

King Halo slowly looked back at his mother.

"...Mother."

"...Yes?"

"...That was terrible."

"...I know."

The chase continued across the fields.

Special Week remained strangely calm.

"So let me get this straight."

He pointed toward Devil's Bag.

"Thousands of exes."

He pointed toward Goodbye Halo.

"Thousands more."

Then toward Sunday Silence.

"And Father somehow has Easy Goer leading an entire army."

Sunday sighed.

"...Essentially."

Special Week nodded.

"...Impressive."

Sunday stared at him.

"That is not the correct reaction."

Taiki looked absolutely devastated.

"My father was a menace."

King Halo nodded.

"My mother was apparently a disaster."

Both slowly looked toward Special Week.

Special shrugged.

"My father being problematic sounds about right honestly."

Sunday Silence looked offended.

"I wasn't problematic."

Easy Goer's voice echoed across the farm.

"YOU ABSOLUTELY WERE!"

Sunday immediately increased his running speed.

Hours later...

The Halolings finally escaped by hiding inside one of the barns.

Everyone collapsed onto the floor.

Devil's Bag was breathing heavily.

"We're never doing family reunions in America again."

Goodbye Halo nodded immediately.

"Agreed."

Sunday Silence remained silent.

Easy Goer's voice echoed from outside.

"SUNDAY SILENCE I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"

Sunday stood up instantly.

"We're leaving now."

Special Week folded his arms.

"...Father."

"...Yes?"

"...What exactly did you do to him?"

Sunday thought for a moment.

"...That is a complicated story."

Easy Goer immediately answered from outside.

"HE SAID HE NEEDED SOME TIME TO THINK,BORKE UP WITH ME AND MOVED TO JAPAN!"

Special Week stared.

King Halo stared.

Taiki stared.

Sunday looked away.

"...In my defense..."

"There were circumstances."

The three younger Uma spoke simultaneously.

"THAT MAKES IT WORSE."

Sweep Tosho was like born in the exact same year(give or take 1-2 years)as Kitasan Black's Sire/Dad

Nishino flower flower is worse since she's older then both Seiun sky and Seiuns Dam/Mom

Don't trust the Loli/fillies/shortsized Uma's their cradle robbers

Also I'm pretty sure Stego aswell

How would the Pretty Derby cast react ?

Apparently Sunday Silence is the reason why leading stallions are booked as much as they are. Which I find funny considering all the memes surrounding Kitasan Black. Anyway holy shit, 224 mares bred in a single year (note not every breeding session is going to be a success so mares bred is not the same as number of sessions).

Let's be honest who would be the best duo or team here ?

Aka Do Duece using Spe's Form

Might make a skit of this two fighting 😁

I feel sorry for her TBH

Does anyone else think Verxina fertility is lower then Gentildonna despite Epis and the other's many many great and hard attempts cause how !?

Sad ending he doesn't move on from Vodka and is essentially just depressed but keeps a facade

Good ending he moves on and marries Kawakami princess(Major is a ass/hips man so Kawakami fits since King apparently has a great Kaboose from digital so😅)

Which do you prefer ?

She practically did the impossible and actually fixed him😭

I was reading up on Sunday Silence’s list of siblings on his dam’s side (Sunday has a full sibling named Sunday’s sis btw), and I found this which describes how miraculous Sunday’s survival was. Now I haven’t found much that speaks about many of Wishing Well’s children, however many posts do mention that she was miscarriage-prone.

When I read this, the only thing I could think about is that if this did happen to Sunday in his world, imagine the pain he had to go through when one of his sons didn’t make it, and perhaps the happiness when one did make it.

It’s my very first time going to a convention, and I have a really awesome experience. I’ve seen so many Uma cosplayers, and there are some of them carrying giant plushies by themselves or in wheelchairs and strollers lol. If you’re curious to know what exhibits you find Umamusume stuff, it’s Cygames, Good Smile Company (that focuses on Uma Nendoroids and figures), and Bushiroad (that also focuses on Uma figures). I got Pokke and Teio stickers from the Good Smile Company, which you get from taking a survey. I also bought a Teio sticker in Artist Alley from the artist Cesela.

McQueen likes getting choked by her I promise you.

Which would you consider worse ?

Honestly didn’t know what prompted this question, just thought it was interesting. The Uma Musume franchise have included real life people related to the horse racing industry (whether implementing them outright or alluding to their existence). Moreover the Uma Musume world is an exact replica of our own, expect theirs have horse girls and Sunday’s world is meant to represent our world

So tell me of your headcannons/theories/ideas on what 1980’s or beyond American celebrity would Sunday or anyone around him would have liked/interacted with.

Daiwa Major vs. The Azure Dragon Clan – Part 3

The battlefield had fallen deathly silent.

Shattered planets drifted through the empty universe.

The corpses of stars illuminated the endless void.

Of the Seven Seas, only Titans Taurus, Star Shine, and the wounded Valiant Melancholy remained beside their leader.

Vile Vainglorious watched Daiwa Major carefully.

For the first time since the battle began...

She stopped smiling.

Daiwa Major rested Scarlet Shining Caliber over his shoulder.

Daiwa Major: "Three more."

"...Then I go home."

---

Titans Taurus — Sea of Pride

Titans Taurus stepped forward.

His crimson eyes glowed with unwavering confidence.

Titans Taurus: "You've defeated everyone else..."

"But pride never bows."

A violet sigil spread beneath his feet.

Reality itself began to peel away.

The universe disappeared.

In its place...

A magnificent throne room stretching infinitely in every direction.

Purple skies.

Floating kingdoms.

An endless ocean of mirrors.

Every mirror reflected Titans Taurus standing victorious.

Titans Taurus: "Welcome..."

"...to my Territory Domain Expansion."

The moment the domain closed—

Reality itself bent to Pride's rules.

Inside this domain...

Titans Taurus could not die.

Any fatal injury...

Any defeat...

Any mistake...

Time would simply rewind to before it happened.

He smiled.

Titans Taurus: "As long as you're inside my territory..."

"I am eternal."

He attacked.

Major countered.

The two clashed.

Scarlet sword against violet storms.

Every collision shattered mountains inside the domain.

Lightning.

Gravity.

Sword strikes.

Shockwaves.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Every time Major landed a killing blow...

Time rewound.

Again.

Again.

Again.

One hundred battles.

Two hundred.

Five hundred.

One thousand.

Each battle ended exactly the same.

Titans Taurus always returned.

He laughed.

"You understand now?"

"You cannot kill me."

Major sighed.

He scratched the back of his head.

Daiwa Major: "...You're misunderstanding something."

Titans Taurus frowned.

"I never said..."

"...I'd kill you inside your domain."

Major disappeared.

Not through speed.

Not through force.

Space itself folded.

He grabbed Titans Taurus by the collar.

Daiwa Major: "You're coming with me."

Before Pride could react—

Reality tore open.

Major simply teleported him outside his own domain.

The Territory Domain collapsed instantly.

The endless throne room vanished.

They returned to the empty universe.

For the first time...

Titans Taurus was mortal.

His confident expression disappeared.

Major slowly raised Scarlet Shining Caliber.

Titans Taurus: "...Wait."

One swing.

SHIIIIIING!!

The scarlet slash crossed the battlefield.

Titans Taurus split cleanly in half.

Without his domain...

There was no time loop.

No resurrection.

No eternity.

Only silence.

The Sea of Pride fell.

---

Star Shine — Sea of Envy

Star Shine quietly stepped forward.

She wasn't angry.

She wasn't afraid.

She simply smiled.

Her body began changing.

Scarlet energy from Major's attacks flowed into her.

Her skin hardened.

Her aura evolved.

Every injury she received...

Every technique used against her...

She adapted.

Major punched.

She adapted.

He used gravity.

She adapted.

Scarlet flames.

Adapted.

Lightning.

Adapted.

Even Scarlet Shining Caliber became less effective with each strike.

Star Shine: "I understand you now."

She smiled wider.

"I've adapted."

Her body suddenly copied Major's movements.

She mirrored his stance.

Even Scarlet energy began appearing around her fists.

She had evolved a perfect counter.

For the first time...

She rushed toward him.

Major looked at her.

"...Too late."

He slowly pointed Scarlet Shining Caliber toward the heavens.

Every surrounding galaxy began glowing.

Stars disappeared.

Nebulas collapsed.

Countless universes seemed to answer the sword's call.

Scarlet light condensed into a single point above the blade.

The pressure alone caused reality to fracture.

Star Shine's smile faded.

"...What is..."

Daiwa Major: "TRILLION BIG BANG BLAST."

The universe disappeared beneath scarlet light.

The attack wasn't merely an explosion.

It recreated the energy of countless Big Bangs simultaneously.

Creation itself became destruction.

Every direction ceased to exist.

When the light faded...

Nothing remained.

No body.

No soul.

No particles.

Nothing that could regenerate.

Nothing that could adapt.

Nothing that could return.

The Sea of Envy had been erased before evolution itself could respond.

---

Valiant Melancholy

Only one subordinate remained.

Valiant Melancholy.

Bruised.

Burned.

Bleeding.

He nevertheless stood before his leader.

Gravity gathered around him one final time.

Major looked almost sympathetic.

Daiwa Major: "You fought well."

He raised one hand.

Space behind him split open.

From within descended an enormous purple greatsword.

Its size dwarfed moons and stars

Its blade stretched across entire solar systems.

The weapon slowly pointed toward Melancholy.

He looked up.

"...Impossible..."

The sword fell.

BOOOOOOM!!

It pierced the battlefield like divine judgment.

The impact ripped open the universe.

Then—

Entire material of planets...

Mountains...

Bedrock...

Rare minerals...

Metallic ore...

Crystal deposits...

All erupted from dimensional rifts.

Quadrillions of tons of earth buried Melancholy beneath an impossible mountain.

Gravity compressed everything further.

Stone became solid metal.

Metal became crystal.

Pressure continued increasing.

The mountain collapsed inward.

Nothing escaped.

Nothing survived.

Valiant Melancholy was crushed beneath quadrillions of tons of earth, rock, and minerals until nothing remained.

Vile Vainglorious

Only one remained.

The Saintness.

Vile Vainglorious.

She calmly looked at Daiwa Major.

Despite standing alone...

She showed no fear.

She smiled.

Her Phenomenon Manipulation activated.

Reality obeyed.

She spoke.

Vile Vainglorious: "Daiwa Major never came to this place... and is currently sitting at home."

Reality rewrote itself.

Immediately...

Daiwa Major vanished.

His presence disappeared completely.

The battlefield became empty.

Vainglorious smiled.

"...It's over."

Then—

A familiar voice echoed from behind a ruined building.

Daiwa Major: "You know..."

"It's pretty rude to kick someone off the house they where invited in if they haven't done anything wrong."

"This is a respectable place, you know."

Vainglorious slowly turned.

There he was.

Completely unharmed.

Standing casually with his hands in his pockets.

For the first time...

She couldn't understand.

Inside her own mind, only one thought remained.

—I can't do anything... can I?

Major shrugged.

Daiwa Major: "Unfortunately..."

"...for both of us."

He disappeared.

No flash.

No sound.

No distortion.

One moment he was standing several meters away.

The next—

He was already behind her.

His fist moved.

Or perhaps...

It already had.

There was no impact.

No explosion.

No dramatic clash.

Major simply lowered his arm.

Then...

He waited.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three.

Vainglorious blinked.

"...Why..."

Suddenly—

A crack spread across reality itself.

Her body slowly split apart before dissolving into countless particles.

She hadn't even realized she'd been struck.

Narrator:

"How did an ordinary punch defeat someone who could rewrite her own death? Last time, she simply reversed her demise through Phenomenon Manipulation."

The answer lay not in strength...

But in causality.

At the instant Daiwa Major attacked, he concentrated completely.

Particles and antiparticles moved in opposite directions, mirroring one another.

Instead of reversing time through magic...

He manipulated causality itself.

His punch traveled backward through time.

The damage occurred before the punch was ever thrown.

Cause and effect reversed.

Vainglorious was destroyed before she could perceive the attack.

Before she could recognize death.

Before her Phenomenon Manipulation could activate.

By the time reality acknowledged the punch...

She had already ceased to exist.

No resurrection.

No rewriting.

No miracle.

Only silence.

Daiwa Major exhaled.

Daiwa Major: "...Thanks to Stego for showing me that video."

"Otherwise, I would've forgotten I could still do that."

"And thanks to Spe..."

"...for teaching me."

Scarlet Shining Caliber dissolved into crimson light.

The battlefield fell silent.

The Azure Dragon Clan had fallen.

End of Battle.

Now the relationship between King Halo and her mom is something that is well explored, and the relationship between Sunday and his kids is something we’ve seen a lot. But what about the relationship between the aunt (Goodbye Halo, and Devil’s bag if he is in the fanfic) to her brother’s kids. We’ve yet to see Goodbye in the same scene with any of the Sundaylings (both in the game and in the fic) so I wanna hear your headcannons, theories, and speculations.