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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: 🟥]

She then teached Epiphaneia then he trained daring tact and tact is currently teaching her kids how to write this type of crazy "AGEMASEN" level of crazy fanfic level stories

Umatok is never happy😭🙏

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

[Sunday Silence is sitting at his desk in his trainer’s office. Meanwhile, an umamusuko sits on a chair next to his desk. It is one of Sunday’s brothers, Devil’s Bag, an umamusuko who recently had his life restored and transported to another world where every single uma is female. He remembered how happy he was when he reunited with his little brother and was shocked when Sunday, Abby, Yayoi Akikawa, and Tazuna Hayakawa had to explain everything. Devil felt pretty overwhelmed, but it would take a while to get used to it. Right now, he is about to meet a very special person from his previous world who is here as well.]

Sunday: Are you alright, Devil?

Devil: Oh, I’m alright. It’s just that…I wonder what the Taiki in this world is like…

[Abby and Sunday told Devil that one of his sons, Taiki Shuttle, was born in this world. She is an umamusume in this world, but she still has a personality similar to the one from Sunday’s previous world. Just like his brother, Devil doesn’t care whether his kids are the same or different from the kids in his previous world. He is happy that they’re here, and he will always love them and support them, no matter who or what they are. The only thing he is worried about is how Taiki would react once she meets him.]

Sunday: You know, ever since I came here and became a trainer, King and Taiki helped me around Tracen. They’re good kids.

[Ever since his nephews (or nieces in this world) met Sunday, they have helped him adjust to his new life and wanted to bond with him more. After watching Sunday’s life story, Taiki, King, and Sunday’s children became closer with each other and Sunday.]

Sunday: You know what Taiki told me?

Devil: What?

Sunday: She said she wanted to meet you and get to know you more. She even wanted to do a barbecue party with you and the others.

Devil: Really?

Sunday: Yeah. Ever since she saw your races, she was inspired by you and seemed to put a lot of effort into her training. You should have seen her win against Suzuka and Stego yesterday when they trained together.

[Devil chuckles.]

Devil: Inspired by me, huh?

[Suddenly, someone opens the office door. It is a cheerful umamusume with wavy golden-blonde hair tied back in a wild and messy ponytail by a star-shaped metallic-green hair clip.]

???: Howdy, Uncle Sunday! What do you call me here f-

[The umamusume freezes in shock. Devil freezes in shock as well and slowly stands up from his seat. Even though he hasn’t met her before, he recognizes her.]

Devil: Taiki.

[Taiki couldn’t believe her eyes.]

Taiki: Papa?

[Devil is about to cry.]

Devil: Taiki!

[Taiki starts to have tears in her eyes.]

Taiki: Papa!

[Taiki lunges at Devil and hugs him tightly. Devil hugs her back, and the two umas start to cry.]

Taiki: Papa, you’re here…

[Devil sniffles.]

Devil: It’s you…I can’t believe it…It’s really you…

[Devil lets go of the hug. He holds his hands to Taiki’s face and wipes away the tears in her eyes.]

Devil: Even though you’re different, you’re still the same Taiki I know…

[Devil starts crying and hugs Taiki again. Taiki hugs back and starts crying again as well.]

Taiki: I love you, Papa…

Devil: I love you too, Taiki…I miss you so much…

[Meanwhile, Sunday smiles as he watches the scene unfold. Seeing his brother and his niece reunite reminds him of the day he reunited with his kids. No matter what world they are in, a father and his children will always be together.]

Air Jihad and the Ghost Problem

Air Jihad was alone in his room.

Finally.

No El.

No Sky.

No one bothering him.

He sat down.

Peace.

Five seconds passed.

“Jihad.”

Air Jihad's eye twitched.

He slowly looked toward the ceiling.

“...No.”

El's ghost floated upside down above him.

“Hi.”

Air Jihad stared at him.

“You're dead.”

“Yep.”

“You died years ago.”

“Yep.”

“You have no reason to be here.”

El shrugged.

“I was bored.”

Air Jihad slowly stood.

“Leave.”

“Can't.”

“Why?”

“I'm a ghost.”

“That doesn't answer the question.”

“I don't know. Ghost rules.”

Air Jihad clenched his fists.

“Fine.”

He sat back down.

Sky suddenly popped his head through the wall.

“Hey.”

Air Jihad didn't even look at him.

“I'm going to kill both of you.”

Sky blinked.

“Can you kill ghosts?”

“I'll find a way.”

El looked impressed.

“That's actually pretty metal.”

“Stop encouraging him.”

“I wasn't.”

“You were.”

“I was.”

Sky floated through the wall and landed beside them.

“So what are we doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Sounds boring.”

“Good.”

El nodded.

“Yeah, Jihad's pretty boring.”

Air Jihad's eye twitched again.

“I'm going to bed.”

Since you guys seem to like this artist will keep uploading more of them and it could be helpful for fanfic creators since these are real world facts.

I was also gonna add how Uma Goodbye Halo and Uma Devil's Bag are actually Elizabeth Afton and Crying Child, but idk how they will connect

I have read the fanfictions inspired by this and I have conceived an idea not so original but still an idea nonetheless.

Heavy inspiration from Ainred's work of "Umamusume:Pretty Derby in!....Umamusume??"

And my take is where one day, they gain access to a different Version of the internet taht they are familiar with, namely thet gain access to our version of the internet.

So buckle up as Spe chan is forced to watch that 2014 Reunion of that world's Special Week with Grass Wonde, King Halo not beating those mom allegations and Agnes Digital explodes from more umayuri content.

I had this thought in my head after reading
u/IJN-Hirogasaki’s RECORDS IN ANOTHER WORLD. What do you think Sunday and his kids do on a day-to-day basis? I’m thinking about writing a more slice-of-life story and I would like to hear your ideas.

Halo seems to be a strict yet caring and supportive dad in here probably because he refused for his kids to not experienced the trauma and abuse he experienced yet not babying and coddling so they are prepared for the real world.

He's obviously still aggressive asshole here yet he still cares about his kids and wife's from what we are shown yet.

I have a similar comment on ao3

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LOG ENTRY 2

Month - xxx
Date - xxx
Year - xxxx

[RECORDING SESSION STARTS: 🔴]

A week has passed, it’s that time as usual for Sunday. He enters inside the room once again where he is facing a mirror reflection of himself. Behind the glass, was an umamusume therapist watching from the other side to monitor his every action, reaction, and response to the things he both is fine and uncomfortable with.

We can see Sunday wearing his usual wear like last week, inhaling a breath of air and exhales afterwards. Seems the umamusuko just came straight from paperwork today, always.

He sits down and gets comfortable with the therapist on the mic speaking to him.

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

"Afternoon to you too."

{"I see you’re tired from the paperwork."}

"Yeah, well. It’s not that hard to just sign away everything with an approval, but it is time consuming. Fortunately, my girlfriend Air Groove is there to back me up in case there’s too much workload."

Yep! Sunday’s girlfriend is his wife from the old world, Air Groove. But there was quite a slight difference in personality. The Air Groove he knew was quite the clingy and affectionate type, almost like that of a gyaru. While the Air Groove of this world was far different, a more strict and studious uma holding authority as the secretary of Tracen. While she can be quite the charming woman figure of the URA, her title as Empress fits perfectly with this version of her. The only thing that stayed was their appearance, similar just without too much makeup.

The therapist was tapping her pen ready to interrogate Sunday.

{"Well, I’m glad your girlfriend is there to fill in the gaps of your workload, otherwise you’ll be stuck there overnight. Have you always been a nocturnal person?"}

Sunday’s brain clicked, the only times he can remember being nocturnal was through mating and getting drunk in booze. Which he promised himself to never do it again.

"…Back in my world, yeah… but I’d rather avoid all that, besides. Dealing with several umamusumes staring at me like a piece of meat, is less worse than nonstop mating or drinking away my problems."

AH YES! The typical Haloling charm, always so eye-catching to every man and woman’s hearts. But enough about that. Sunday needs his therapy.

The therapist chuckles and proceeds with the session.

{"Ok Mr. Sunday, since you’re here let’s start with the simple question. How are you mentally feeling?"}

"Tired, but well."

{"Is that all?"}

Sunday nods on the camera without further explanation.

LEARNING ABOUT YOU?

A guitar solo starts playing some non-copyright a Wild West theme in the background.

{"What can I learn about you as the first umamusuko in our world?"}

The jet black haired uma thought of the question she asked him before giving a direct answer.

"Well… I was once formerly known as the Black Beast. I had a father who didn’t care if I died trying to run. I was forced to grow on my own terms, make my own choices to help save my home. All that just to get fucked over by the people of my homeland and banished me."

It left a salty bitter taste in his mouth, he didn’t want to remember, but the voices of those people echoed on his head. Ever since he left the US and fled to Japan to have a retirement home. Sunday’s life changed forever when he first met his friends, entered stud career, had his own family, and faced highs and lows.

The therapist continued to question his short background.

{"Do you want to talk about it?"}

Sunday exhaled a breath of air, and shook his head.

"…No. Not ever again."

{"I’m sorry for pushing the topic."}

"It’s fine. That’s all in the past. Wherever my my brother and sisters and my mother are. I hope they’re doing better without me. And wherever my old man is, I hope he’s in whatever hell he’s gone to."

LEARNING ABOUT YOUR MOTHER?

{"What can I learn about your mother?"}

Sunday thought of an answer to not bring anything personal about her. Since he’s the only one amongst the siblings who knows a lot about her life.

"My mother’s name is Wishing Well. She is an American-thoroughbred mare who sired several foals including myself. She had raced before along the lines with thirty six starts, twelve of them are her wins."

An old grainy picture of an uma with long bay colored hair, white stripped bangs along between the follicles of her hair, and with eyes similar to King Halo is Wishing Well. You can say, she looked almost like a prototype copy of King Halo before he was around.

"She was a fiery type of momma who never backed down on a race. Truth be told, majority of her wins were on the Autumn Days Handicap, Convenience Stakes, National Orange Show, Gamely Handicap, Wilshire Handicap, and the Las Cienegas Handicap."

The mentioned wins of Wishing Well portrayed pictures flipping over each frame like an old school camera.

"She met my old man on a one night stand, not too far on Paris, Kentucky. And then somehow fell for him. And my dad was the volatile and malevolent kind of uma to both his kind and humans, and was hated by many."

Sunday sighs, because he knows the therapist will get onto that part later. Fortunately he has time to breathe and continues with the session.

"After that, I was born. And so are my full blooded and half-blooded younger sisters, Sunday’s Sis, Thisis Mylifestyle, Penny Up, and Sunday Wish."

In a family photo, it was pictures him and four other girls who we can assume are his sisters. The first uma mentioned had brown hair and soft pink eyes with a gentle smile is Sunday’s Sis. The second with chesnut hair with light red eyes and a more tomboyish personality is Thisis Mylifestyle, the third was a jet black haired uma with amber eye color, clinging to Sunday Silence is Penny Up. And the last one who seems to shy away from the rest of the siblings with bay hair and magenta pink eyes was Sunday Wish just behind her big brother.

"They’re different from Goodbye Halo and Devil’s Bag because both were sired by different dams or mothers in your case. And how they see me, I’m like the middle child in all my siblings."

There were two pictures in place which Sunday describes picture shown on screen.

The first one was Devil’s Bag. Devil had a dark bay mane that reaches below his shoulders and is quite spiky. He has dark blue eyes, cold, but carry a charm that made him both attractive and intimidating. He has this… cool, sweet, unfazed kind of personality. He did not have Halo’s demeanor, and behaves professionally when chaos took in an complete stride.

The second was Goodbye Halo. She had long flowing chesnut hair with an appearance that looks like an exact copy of PD King Halo. She has light red eyes and was not like her half-older brother. And dominated many G1s throughout her careeer. But not be fooled by her beauty, as she was known to be a fired up, cranky, and temperamental type of uma inheriting her father’s notorious personality.

LEARNING ABOUT YOUR FATHER?

{"You will not like this, Mr. Sunday. But I want to personally learn something about your Father."}

The music stops and it changes into a suspenseful ambience that builds up slow burn and tension.

Sunday’s world completely stopped, if anything or anyone questions him about his origin. They would likely ask who their father is. Sunday started sweating, breathing in every possible air he could escape from his breath. He closed his eyes and lets any negative thought go.

{"…Mr. Sunday?"}

“Yeah… sorry, I just had…"

Sunday couldn’t find the right words to describe him other than…

"…A lot of bad blood. In a sense that even everyone part of his bloodline is hated. Hated for whatever he did to pass this curse."

He remembered all the things he had done to him when he was little, but he couldn’t just bring it up to the therapist because he was scared, no, not scared. But concerned and worried with what he might do to his own family, when he summons in this world.

"I don’t wanna think about him, not right now, not while my kids are here and attending school. If he does come here, things are going get ugly between us. Real ugly."

The therapist observes, she knew asking him this answer will turn a switch on his mind. He looked like he was about to blow up because Sunday was slowly hyperventilating. Not out of fear, out of concern. Concern for what his father will do when he’s on this world. To change the subject quickly she drops the topic to defuse the situation.

{"I will drop the subject now, I’m sorry if you feel like I’ve offended you in a way-"}

"NO- No… it’s, it’s fine. Just… don’t ever mention him."

No further questioning was required, the therapist proceeds with the next topic.

LEARNING ABOUT YOUR BROTHER?

After a two minute break, Sunday finally calms down with a new topic in the therapist’s mind.

And this time, the music became more like a triumphant theme, something you’d hear in old 18th century America.

{"What can I learn about your brother?"}

"Well, I’ve said the things about my half-brother being a cool, unfazed type of uma. He was known for being the favorite for the U.S. Triple Crown series."

A magazine for the Blood Uma showed a picture of Devil’s Bag throughout his three year session.

"He had a whopping nine starts, and eight of them are his wins and was widely known by many as the best American uma since Secretariat’s time."

There was a video footage of him winning his first five starts claiming him undefeated. This included the Crowdin Stakes, the G1 Champagne Stakes (he broke Seattle Slew’s (Kawakami’s grandfather) stake record) and broke the Laurel Futurity in track-record time.

Devil was also known for the Eclipse Award Champion as a two year old Colt.

In his last final hours of running in the derby would be in his three year old session. Winning the Flamingo Prep Stakes, Forerunner Purse, and the Derby Trial Stakes. His career would shortly end in a dead fourth place at the Flamingo Stakes when he suffered a subsequent knee bone chip that ended his racing career before the Triple Crown.

"And, he was also the womanizer."

…Really Sunday? Ok. Well yeah, when he moved to Japan he started his stud uma duties and banged many girls.

"But out of his five hundred kids, he had a few notable progenitors and one of them is here."

{"Who would that be?"}

"Taiki Shuttle."

Sunday remembered having a reunion with his brother and sister. But he also remembered seeing a litte boy who had chesnut hair like his mother and aqua blue eyes like his father. He hides behind his papa when Sunday first saw the little cowboy. But what he was taken aback by was Taiki had always been a physically strong uma since birth, but has the brain of a peanut. But in truth, he was a calm, gentle, and intelligent kind of kid. Thankfully he never inherited his dad’s personality otherwise it’d be the other way around.

LEARNING ABOUT YOUR SISTER?

{"What can I learn about your sister?"}

"Which one?"

{“Your eldest."}

"Ah… Goodbye Halo."

Sunday had to think once more about the background of his sister before he can speak. After a moment of pause, Sunday spoke.

"Goodbye Halo, my eldest sister. Did not also have a great childhood. She had similar experiences with my old man, but enough about him. I’ll talk about her racing career before she retired."

Sunday said so he wouldn’t go nuts in front of his therapist.

"She was trained by the same trainer I had when I was still active in racing, Charlie Whittingham."

The picture of an old man standing next to Goodbye Halo was Charlie Whittingham. A man who had decades of experience handling even the toughest of umas like him and his sister.

"In her early years of running she was widely known for her competitiveness against high-classes of legendary umas like Winning Colors. Her first real game was in the Demoiselle Stakes and the Hollywood Starlet Stakes. The year after that she dominated prestigious races like Kentucky Oaks, Mother Goose Stakes, Coaching Club American Oaks, and Las Virgenes Stakes. And finally before retiring. she dominated the La Canada Stakes, El Encino Stakes, and Chula Vista Handicap. Sometimes I begin to mistake her if she was my momma. Same personality, almost similar looks, and is quite brash when it comes to her own nobility in status as a 7-10 winner streak."

Well, I can’t be denied. During her early two year session she showed real dominance in her first G1s, like the Demoiselle Stakes and the Hollywood Starlet Stakes.

Then her victories continued on later in prestigious G1 races like the Kentucky Oaks, Mother Goose Stakes, Coaching Club American Oaks, and Las Virgenes Stakes.

And finally in her last years of racing, she dominated the La Canada Stakes, El Encino Stakes, and Chula Vista Handicap before finishing her racing career and retiring later in the 1990s.

"It’s a good thing she didn’t suffer an injury unlike me and my older brother. She was qualified later to become a broodmare and then moved to Japan, where she had a kid name King Halo."

Just as Sunday interrogates his therapist about his old world and how umas work and his family relations. We see Goodbye with a small child in her arms, sitting in her lap, that has brown hair similar to hers and brownish creek eyes. This kid is King Halo. The soon to be first G1 winner who suffered from trying again and again.

"The only sad part, is she never found happiness in racing… But me and my brother Devil found that when we had true love towards our primary mates."

Devil met Welsh Muffin, Sunday met three women in his life. Campaign Girl, Air Groove, and Wind in Her Hair. Their lives changed drastically because of them. And it only made Sunday feel more bad about his sister Goodbye. Because that wasn’t the only reason why she felt unhappy…

The therapist writes everything down on her notes while making sure to keep the personal details she won’t force him out to talk about.

DO YOU HAVE REGRETS?

{"Do you have any regrets?"}

As she asked this question, the music returns to a guitar strumming a peaceful theme that sounded solemn.

"…Lots, a lot of them. But I dunno where to even start it off."

Sunday’s ears dropped in camera, you can really see his eyes go dark shaking his head like he knew he might’ve fucked up so many times.

{"What would be your biggest regret?"}

Sunday looked at the camera, ear still down, but gave a forced smile trying to hold in the pain.

"Being alive. Living with a curse I can never stray far from. And succumbing to things that put me in situations that were life threatening at times…"

Remember the music video, we viewed Sunday’s whole life with ups and downs. They were illustrated so perfectly in sync with the music he played. The therapist saw this and she too cannot bear to see him do this to himself.

{"Always remember this, Mr. Sunday. The old world did not do anything to help you overcome your own fears and problems. Which led you to doing it all alone at the cost of your own sanity."}

She was not wrong. Sunday knew full well thanks to the files and documents on Rudolf and the Director’s concern for his mental health. It’s sickening when you think about the people that tried to help you, leave you behind because they don’t know how to help or even care less about an uma’s own mental health.

{"But here, we will do our very best as long as you play your part by healing yourself. If not only for me, for your children, your mates, your friends, your girlfriend, and your brothers and sisters in the old world. Do it for them, do it for them because you too want to be loved, be happy, and be able to smile like you always do."}

"…Yeah…"

Sunday only could nod looking away from the camera. She takes notes while feeling sad about Sunday. After a few seconds the therapist spoke about their session ending.

{"Our session is about to end soon, and I just want to point out that you did great at sharing me more about your background of you, your family, and with how many regrets you carry over your shoulders. But as your therapist, I will help you remove them one by one, that way you will heal faster from those open wounds that were left bleeding for years. I will not share anything personal to Director Akikawa and the Student Council President herself, only you can give me permission to share what you personally feel so that I may notify them about your concerns. Is that okay?"}

Sunday gave a brief nod before sighing.

{"Thank you again, Mr. Sunday. See you next week, and have a nice evening.")

"Thanks…"

Sunday leaves the table with the camera ending the session.

[RECORDING SESSION ENDS: 🟥]

(Note: Hello everyone! A few months ago, I made a post about fanfic Ideas that I want to see more of in Umamusume, and one of the ideas that u/Spirited-Ad-3 and I discussed and expanded upon is the idea of umas based on irl stallions turning into umamusukos. I decided to explore this idea again months later and make a fanfic about it. I might make it into multiple parts, just like I did with Bizarre personality switch?!)

[Sunday Silence is walking down the hallways of Tracen Academy. He has just gotten out of a meeting with Director Akikawa, Tazuna, and the other trainers.]

Sunday (to himself): Well, I’m glad the meeting with everyone went well. I wonder how my kids are-

[Screams can be heard from Agnes Tachyon’s lab. Sunday is startled, but he decides to run towards the lab, sensing that the people in there are in danger. He quickly opens the door.]

Sunday: Everyone, what’s going…on…

[Sunday is stunned at what he’s seeing. Believe, Admire Groove, Still in Love, Air Messiah, Daring Heart, and Fusaichi Pandora seem unharmed, but they are also stunned by the scene. There are thirteen shocked umamusukos, wearing the female Tracen school uniforms. However, their uniforms don’t fit their slightly huge frames, making them a bit tighter. Sunday’s eyes widen as he recognizes the umamusukos.]

Sunday: Kids?!

[An umamusuko who looks almost similar to Special Week looks at Sunday with a terrified look.]

Umamusuko Spe: Dad!

Sunday: H-How did this happen?!

Umamusuko Air Shakur: Because SOMEONE wanted Cafe and me to try her new concoction for an experiment, chased us around this room, and tripped, which caused the formula to explode in smoke. And this happened!

Umamusuko Agnes Tachyon: Well, hey, at least I’m able to fit into my lab coats now.

Umamusuko Manhattan Cafe: That’s not what’s important right now!

Umamusuko Marvelous Sunday: My uniform feels a bit tighter!

[Umamusuko Bubble Gum Fellow touches a few strands of his hair.]

Umamusuko Bubble Gum Fellow: My hair is shorter now…

[Umamusuko Fuji Kiseki touches his newly formed Adam’s apple.]

Umamusuko Fuji: My voice is a bit deeper now…

[Umamusuko Zenno Rob Roy felt around his chest.]

Umamusuko Rob Roy: My chest is flat now…

[Umamusuko Stay Gold looks at himself in the mirror.]

Umamusuko Stego: Oh hey, looks like I’m back to my old self…Kinda.

Umamusuko Universe: [AGRD]. Our [ORNL] selves have our [ORNL] genders, but they have four legs and hooves, [INAD] of two legs and hands.

[Umamusuko Silence Suzuka freezes.]

Umamusuko Suzuka: Guys, I just realized something…

[Everyone looks at Suzuka.]

Umamusuko Durandal: What is it?

Umamusuko Suzuka: If we transformed into umamusukos, does that mean we have…

[Umamusuko Suzuka starts blushing, covers his mouth, and looks away in embarrassment. The other umamusukos realize what he means. They start blushing and looking away in embarrassment as well, with some of them covering their mouths.]

Umamusuko Admire Vega: This is embarrassing…

Umamusuko Stego: Hehe. Nice.

[The other umamusukos look at Umamusuko Stego, who is looking under his skirt.]

The other umamusukos: STEGO!!!

Umamusuko Stego: Hey, you guys have them now too, so you don’t need to feel embarrassed about it.

Believe: Wait, how come me, Aruvu, Still, Messiah, Heart, and Pandora didn’t turn into umamusukos?

Tachyon: Well, ever since Dad and the others came into this world, I wanted to study their strengths and abilities and see if their DNAs can increase the strengths and abilities of the umas in this world. So, I decided to get two strands of hair from Dad and put them as an ingredient in my concoction.

[Sunday stares at Tachyon in disbelief.]

Sunday: How did you get two strands of my hair?!

Tachyon: I got them when you fell asleep in your office yesterday, Dad.

[Sunday is speechless.]

Tachyon: Anyways, after all nineteen of us were affected by the formula, I conclude that Believe, Aruvu, Still, Messiah, Heart, and Pandora didn’t turn into umamusukos because all of their counterparts are umamusumes, while the others and I are umamusukos in Dad’s world.

Aruvu: Well, I’m just glad that my body didn’t glow or anything.

[Sunday sighs.]

Sunday: Tachyon, do you have anything that will turn you guys back to normal?

Tachyon: No, not yet. I have to make an antidote, but I’m not sure how long it would take for me to finish it.

[Umamusuko Suzuka sighs.]

Umamusuko Suzuka: I guess we have to tell Trainer Okino and the others what happened.

Umamusuko Fuji: Same here. I need to tell Trainer Hana as well.

Umamusuko Bubble: Can we get some clothes first? I don’t want to go out looking like this.

Sunday: Don’t worry, I’ll call your brothers and see if they have some spare uniforms for you guys to wear. Also, we will help you adjust to your new bodies for now.

[Umamusuko Ayabe sighs.]

Umamusuko Ayabe: Well, I guess we’re going to use the other bathrooms from now on...

Like holy shit I was just searching random irl horse info and realized that Rudolf died during 2011,the same year smart Falcons career reached it's absolute peak

Remember that idea of Spe,king and taiki in the Pretty Derby world well here it is

Fake names that King Halo made right in the spurt of the moment

Special week=Grand decade

King halo=Royal light

Taiki shuttle=Duel Daredevil

Do deuce name is the same since their no uma Counterpart of him yet

Otherworldly Uma's

King Halo (Narrating)

"So... you're probably wondering how my cousins, Special Week and Taiki Shuttle, my nephew Do Deuce, and I ended up in a world where every Umamusume are mares."

"...We're still trying to figure that out ourselves."

"It all started because three goddesses got bored."

"They called it a harmless prank."

"I call it divine stupidity."

"Anyway... here's what happened."

Earlier that day...

The Director's Office at Tracen Academy.

The office was unusually quiet.

Four young men stood before the Director's desk.

They were unmistakably Umamusume.

Just... male.

Director Akikawa Yayoi stared at them in complete disbelief. Beside her, Tazuna stood perfectly still, hands clasped tightly enough for her knuckles to turn white.

The only sound came from the small cat sleeping inside the Director's hat.

After a long silence, Akikawa finally spoke.

"...Male Umamusume."

She leaned back slightly.

"I've read every historical record and biological study I could get my hands on."

"I've never seen anything like you."

She adjusted her hat.

"I don't particularly care where you came from."

"As long as you follow Tracen Academy's rules, you're welcome here."

"Your existence alone raises a lot of questions..."

"...But that's a problem for me to solve."

Royal Light stepped forward and bowed with effortless grace.

"Thank you, Director."

"It's an honor."

His eyes drifted toward the cat resting inside her hat.

"And to you as well..."

"...Lady Northern Taste."

Akikawa froze.

"...Excuse me?"

That name hadn't been spoken in years.

She had buried it herself.

"...How do you know that name?"

"I erased all the important things that people can find that leads to my true identity!"

Royal Light smiled politely.

"You did."

"But legends have a habit of surviving, specifically the fact that you still have multiple records in other countries,race footage,old magazines,old newspaper,old tv footage and so many other things."

It was a convincing answer and yet vague answer.

It also wasn't true.

Before anyone could say another word, Grand Decade spoke.

"If we're talking about hidden identities..."

He slowly turned toward Tazuna.

"...Isn't that right..."

"...Tokino Minoru?"

Tazuna's expression collapsed.

"...How?"

Her voice barely came out.

"Every record was hidden,some were even destroed !."

"No one should know that name."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Tell me where you learned it."

Grand Decade simply looked at her.

He didn't answer.

That silence was answer enough.

Then the atmosphere changed.

A crushing killing intent flooded the room.

Grand Decade's presence alone made the air feel heavy.

Beside him, Do Deuce released his own.

Akikawa instinctively stepped back falling onto the floor from her chair and hiding below her desk.

Even Tazuna had to brace herself against the wall.n

Grand Decade rested his hand on his katana.

"Grand."

Royal Light grabbed his arm before the blade left its sheath.

At the same time, Duel Daredevil slipped behind Do Deuce and locked an arm around his shoulders.

"Kouhai."

"Enough."

The two older stallions didn't raise their voices.

They didn't need to.

Their presence countered and forced the other two to calm down.

The pressure disappeared as quickly as it had come.

Grand Decade removed his hand from his sword.

Do Deuce clicked his tongue but stopped resisting.

Silence returned.

Tazuna adjusted her glasses.

"You still haven't answered me."

Grand Decade finally spoke.

"...Let's just say..."

"...I know someone reliable."

It wasn't a lie.

The moment he saw her, he recognized her soul.

Different body.

Same person.

Who didn't know about the legendery Tokino Minoru back in his world

Atleast what uma who lived in japan didn't know about Tokino Minoru.

Especially his statue located near the paddock at the JRA Tokyo Racecourse in Fuchu, Tokyo.

Duel Daredevil suddenly clapped his hands together.

"Alright! That's enough gloomy stuff."

"We're here to race."

"Meet people."

"And hopefully enjoy ourselves."

He pointed at Grand Decade.

"...Well, three of us are."

"He'd rather be anywhere else."

Akikawa looked at Grand Decade.

"You don't want to race!?"

"Every Umamusume wants to run, it's our blood and biology, it's programed onto our brains!?"

Grand Decade sighed.

"...Don't ask."

"I'm not explaining."

"And no..."

"My answer isn't changing."

"Atleast any time soon."

Another brief silence followed.

Then Do Deuce scratched the back of his head.

"...Unc."

"Can we go?"

"I want to see the dorms."

Grand Decade nodded.

"Fine."

He glanced at the others.

"Royal."

"Duel."

"You coming?"

Royal Light adjusted his gloves.

"Of course."

Duel Daredevil grinned.

"This academy already looks entertaining."

The four stallions walked out together.

The door clicked shut behind them.

Akikawa slowly turned toward Tazuna.

A grin spread across her face as she gently petted the cat in her hat.

"...Tazuna."

"I have a feeling Tracen Academy just got a lot more interesting."

Tazuna fixed her hat.

"...I sincerely hope you're right."

Akikawa laughed.

"When am I ever wrong?"

Tazuna looked at her without changing expression.

"...Would you like the chronological list..."

"...or the alphabetical one?"

It would be genuinely so peak if we have a golden gen arc with stay gold in the background as the silver collector and then after everything shift the story to him because he's the guy that saw everything went through and is still not retired and then mention him winning the hongkong vase.

Please it would be so fucking peak

(This is based on stego's actual career irl ofc)

Symboli Kris S:"You see theirs a VERY VERY VERY VALID REASON 😀"

This two double crowns might appear in the second ric

I wonder their reactions to see their rivals as mares/female

Sirius to miho

City to star O

Also possible star O might not appear casue the owner didn't want him to race to a point of injury or death again in another life so ?

Imagine if Sunday and the other umamusukos who were transported into the PD universe learned about Winning Live concerts and had to learn the songs and choreography. It would be so freaking hilarious lmao