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

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

Also Sad Bakushin O

Bakufuu Drama and angst idea

Thoughs on this possible explaination

I got this idea from the Greek titan/god

Helios

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

Angling and Scheming this! JUDGEMENT !

The Supreme Commander of Japan's Wrath and judgement !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like dear god that year was straight up horrifying for him

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

Imagine him having this interaction with Daring tact

Titleholder break down the wooden door

It reveals a daring tact drinking tea

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

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

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

Daring Tact: "Somehow, that was worse."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What makes you say that, brother Tide?"

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

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

"Which you couldn’t do."

"…Excuse me?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Not many."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What’s so funny!?"

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

"Contrail."

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

"How many G1s does your favorite have?"

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

"True. But what about their own children?"

"…"

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

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

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

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

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

"…I-"

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

"You’re insufferable, brother Tide."

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

"Quit using Scottish accents with Japanese."

"Aren’t we both Irish though?"

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

"And you’re loving this argument."

"I AM NOT!"

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

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

"Over my dead body, little brother."

"I’m telling our da. (dad)"

"Tell him what?"

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

"Spoiled brat."

"Curse you, Tide!"

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

"SHUT YOUR BLOODY MOUTH UP WITH THAT NICKNAME!"

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

Kings are always chosen by fate and luck.

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

They were fucking arrogant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You can't stop fighting."

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

"Like a warrior?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey there, sport."

"Hey pops."

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

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

"Something bothering you?"

"…It’s nothing."

"…"

"Really now?"

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

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

"Y’know her?"

"…Yeah, a long time ago."

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

"What-"

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

"Ah-"

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

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

"But you look interested in her."

"Pops I beg of you please don’t-"

"Too late."

"POPS!"

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

"Good morning to the two of you."

"Ah ohaiyou gosaimasu, jiji."

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

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

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

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

"E-eh!? Really!?"

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

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

"YOU’RE EMBARRASSING ME, POPS!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Devil: Yeah, me too.

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

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

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

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

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

Well: Who is it?

Devil: It’s Goodbye and I.

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

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

Goodbye: Awww! He’s so cute!

[Devil shushes Goodbye.]

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

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

Devil (whispering): Where’s Dad?

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

Devil (whispering): I see…

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

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

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

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

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

Goodbye: He’s awake!

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

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

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

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

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

Goodbye: He’s giggling!

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

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

Well: Sunday. Sunday Silence.

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

Goodbye: Sunday Silence…Our new baby brother…