Title: Umamusume: My Number One, Daiwa Scarlet!
Genre: Sports, rom-com, slice of life
Previous: Chapter 17
==Chapter 18: Team Aster==
October 28.
The Autumn Tenno Sho had just ended. The roar of tens of thousands shook the Fuji View Stand as the crowd chanted Meisho Samson's name, celebrating her fourth G1 title. At the same time, Admire Moon, who had finished in sixth place, stood frozen on the track. She tilted her head toward the Tokyo sky as tears spilled from her eyes. She had given everything she had for this race, but this time, the Goddess of Victory hadn't even looked her way.
In the spectator seats, the entire Team Aster watched in silence. Mayano Top Gun and Marvelous Sunday embraced each other, tears welling in their eyes. Fusaichi Pandora watched the track with a disappointed frown, while Dream Journey and Eishin Flash remained quietly composed. Trainer Tsubame Aozora closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back at her trainees.
"It couldn't be helped," Tsubame said bitterly. "Their opponents were strong."
"But they ran a good race, didn't they, Trainer?" Dream Journey said, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.
"Well, that's racing," Eishin Flash said solemnly. "Anything can happen, no matter how many titles you have."
Tsubame sighed. She turned around and started walking. "Come on, girls. Let's go wait for them in the changing room."
Back on the track, Admire Moon approached Meisho Samson and extended her hand. "Congratulations on your fourth G1 title, Samson-san," she said as Samson accepted the handshake. "That was a good run. You deserved it."
Samson smiled back at her. "Thank you, Admire Moon-san," she said. "It was also an honor for me to race against you and—" Samson suddenly stopped mid-sentence and glanced around. "—Um... where is she?"
Moon blinked before looking around as well. Her eyes eventually caught a familiar figure already retreating into the tunnel leading toward the changing rooms. She sighed. "Oh, well. I think she just wants some time to reflect on her loss," Moon said, watching the retreating figure disappear into the tunnel.
"She is quite an interesting fellow, isn't she?" Samson said.
"You have no idea..." Moon muttered.
On the other side of the Fuji View Stand, Daiwa Scarlet sat silently, staring at the names listed across the massive Turf Vision. Next to her sat Vodka, casually chewing a piece of bubble gum.
"Well, that was a good race," Vodka said. "Everyone really ran well."
Scarlet didn't answer. She didn't even look at the rival sitting beside her. Her eyes remained fixed on one particular name displayed on the Turf Vision. "Ninth place..." she murmured. Her brow tightened. "She didn't even make the top five."
---
Admire Moon walked sluggishly toward the changing room. As she opened the door, the entire Team Aster was already waiting for her. A brief silence fell among them until Moon finally broke into tears. Tsubame gently pulled her into an embrace. "Shh, shh, it's okay... it's okay," she whispered softly.
"I am so, so sorry, Trainer..." Moon said between hiccups. "I couldn't live up to your expectations."
Tsubame pulled away and looked into her trainee's eyes, her hands still resting on Moon's shoulders. "No, you ran well, Moon..." she said. "And I couldn't be more proud of you." She gently wiped Moon's tears with her thumbs, then looked at everyone else. "Let us take today as a lesson that anything can happen in a race," Tsubame declared, followed by collective nods from the others.
"By the way, Moon-chan," Marvelous Sunday suddenly said, "where is she?"
Moon blinked, then glanced around the changing room. "Huh? I thought she was already here."
"What are you talking about, Moon?" Tsubame tilted her head. "This room was empty when we got here. And no one came in before you."
"I saw her walking back in this direction, Trainer," Moon insisted. "I'm sure of it, because Samson-san and I clearly—" She stopped mid-sentence as everyone's phones suddenly received a message at the same time.
"Oh, it's from our group chat," Mayano said as she took her phone out of her pocket.
Everyone exchanged confused glances before looking down at their respective phones and opening the group chat. A new message was displayed clearly on their screens.
"I'm taking a vacation. Don't wait for me. See you soon."
Everyone stared at their respective phones. Mayano and Marvelous blinked. Flash and Pandora sighed. Moon looked utterly confused. Tsubame didn't say anything either.
"Well..." Tsubame finally said, breaking the silence. "At least she also ran well today. She might return before the Mile Championship..." She paused. "I hope."
Everybody nodded in agreement. Tsubame then turned toward Pandora. "Pandora, the next race is your turn... the Queen Elizabeth II Cup," she said. "Tomorrow, let's shape your body into peak condition for it."
Fusaichi Pandora looked at Tsubame with determination burning in her eyes. "Understood, Trainer," she said firmly. "I'm ready to show everyone how a true genius conquers the track!"
----
Several days passed. November finally came. After a full week of recovery, Akagi Noboru finally returned on duty. His post-recovery didn't even softening him when he was on duty. At contrary, Akagi was on fire. He became more stern and disciplined, showing no mercy for his trainess, including Scarlet, who up until yesteday, was taking care of him.
For team Emerald, Akagi's drill-sargeant persona and the scene of him bickering with Scarlet were just like Tuesday. But for team Icarus, it was something else. They aware that Akagi and Scarlet kept constantly bickering—even more than how much she usually bickering with Vodka. But, looking directly at how disciplined and, perhaps, harsh Akagi's training method was, they started to felt relieved that their trainer was Kondo Mitsuba instead.
"Man, Trainer Noboru is actually scary, fr!" Daitaku Helios commented during their break.
"Now I am actually relieved that our Trainer was at least a little more chill..." Mejiro Palmer said while sipping her drink.
"But... he is still handsome." Kawakami Princess said with blush on her face while looking at the direction where Akagi and Scarlet were still bickering.
"The two are indeed very similar, don't you think?" Cesario noted, "And I am not only talking about their hair, I am talking about their stubbornness."
Vodka didn't say anything as she watched the spectacle between the two, but she nodded in agreement.
"To be honest, this is the first time I saw how Noboru's training method is as well." Kondo grinned. "As I expected he is worthy to be my rival."
---
7 P.M
A local bar in a district a few blocks away from the Academy was crowded as usual. People came and went, most of them looking to unwind after a hectic day at work. Kondo Mitsuba marched inside, with Akagi Noboru following close behind.
"This is, my friend—" Kondo grinned as he patted Akagi on the back. "—the best place to enjoy yourself!"
Akagi glanced around. The place was filled with people—humans and adult Umamusume alike. Some had come alone, others with friends, while a few looked as though they had just survived the longest workday of their lives.
"Welcome—" An Umamusume waitress smiled and politely bowed her head. "—Ah, Mitsuba-san," she said as her eyes met Kondo's. "You came."
Kondo grinned. He pulled out his comb and smoothly ran it through his pompadour. "Ah, Mei-chan. You look gorgeous as usual."
The Umamusume giggled, her cheeks turning red. "Such a flatterer." Her eyes then shifted toward Akagi. "And who might this fine gentleman be?"
"Oh, well... this is my colleague," Kondo said. "Noboru, this is Mei, the girl I told you about." He casually wrapped an arm around Mei's shoulder.
"Oh my, you're a Trainer too?" Mei giggled. "Mitsuba-san told me all about you. Something about you being his rival."
Akagi bowed politely. "Nice to meet you, Mei-san."
"Come on, then. I'll take you to your table," Mei said, leading Akagi and Kondo toward an empty table in the corner.
Akagi and Kondo took their seats. Both men ordered beers and a plate of nachos to share. "So, what do you think about Mei-chan, hmm?" Kondo asked as he lit his cigarette before passing the lighter to Akagi, a smug grin plastered across his face. "I told you she's gorgeous!"
"Well—" Akagi lit his own cigarette, his eyes briefly wandering toward Mei. "I admit, she is indeed beautiful. But I don't know enough about her personality yet."
Kondo rolled his eyes. "Aww, come on, man! Don't be like that!" he huffed. "You're just jealous because I beat you in the romance department!"
Akagi merely chuckled.
After waiting for a while, their order finally arrived. "You weren't kidding. The nachos here are delicious!" Akagi said after taking his first bite.
"I know, right?" Kondo grinned. "And don't forget the drinks here are heavenly!" He poured some beer into his glass.
"Well, well... look who it is!"
A woman's voice came from behind them. Akagi and Kondo slowly turned their heads. Tsubame Aozora stood there, staring down at the two men.
"Aozora-senpai..." Akagi murmured.
Without another word, Tsubame pulled out a chair and took a seat at their table, her eyes narrowing at both Akagi and Kondo.
"Nice to see you too, Tsubame," Kondo said sarcastically as he sipped his beer. "I didn't think someone like you would actually come to a place like this."
"Well, even I need to enjoy myself sometimes, Kondo..." Tsubame said as she gestured for a waitress and placed her order. "By the way, I heard you were sick, Noboru." She turned toward him. "How are you feeling now?"
Akagi blinked. "Oh, I'm fine now. Thank you," he replied.
"So, I heard Team Aster lost at the Tenno Sho," Kondo said with a chuckle. "Too bad for an elite team like yours to finish sixth and ninth."
Tsubame's eye twitched as a vein visibly bulged on her forehead. "Hmph. At least my aces have multiple G1 titles between them. More than I can say for yours, Kondo."
"Hey, at least Vodka was—" Kondo shot back, his voice beginning to rise.
"Both of you, cut it out. We're in a public place!" Akagi's calm demeanor suddenly vanished as his voice cut clearly through their argument. Kondo and Tsubame immediately looked at him, falling silent.
"Fine, I'm sorry," Kondo muttered as he settled back into his chair, while Tsubame merely huffed and looked away.
The tension finally faded. Tsubame's order soon arrived, leaving an awkward silence between the three Trainers.
"So—" Tsubame said, finally breaking the silence. "Tell me, Noboru. I've heard rumors that you're actually harsh when it comes to training. That's something I didn't expect from a Boy Scout-looking guy like you."
"Is that so?" Akagi said, taking a sip of his drink. "Well, I just want everyone to be in top condition and perform at their best."
Tsubame smirked. "I see... you're one of those types." She deliberately took another sip of her drink. "No wonder people say you and Daiwa Scarlet are compatible."
"Well, I can't believe I'm agreeing with her, but yeah, she's right—" Kondo said. "It seems like you and Daiwa Scarlet have formed a bond deeper than that of a mere Trainer and trainee. Something on a more... personal level."
Akagi coughed and looked between Kondo and Tsubame. "Hey, my relationship with Scarlet isn't that deep," he said defensively. "In fact, she often argues with my assessments and sometimes even challenges my decisions!"
"And yet, somehow, she always ends up listening to you," Kondo chuckled. "After the two of you finish arguing, of course."
"To be honest, I don't see anything wrong with us Trainers forming bonds with our trainees," Tsubame said as she poured herself another drink. "The more your trainees trust you, the stronger your cooperation becomes—and the better the results."
"No, no, no. You don't understand, Tsubame." Kondo leaned forward with a mischievous grin. "By personal level, I mean—"
Tsubame's phone suddenly rang, cutting Kondo off completely. "Excuse me for a second," she said before standing up and walking away to answer it. Akagi and Kondo could only watch in silence.
Soon, Tsubame returned to the table and quickly finished the rest of her drink. "I have to go. Urgent matter."
After paying for her drink, Tsubame abruptly left the bar, leaving Akagi and Kondo alone at the table.
----
Tsubame arrived back at the academy and headed straight to Team Aster's basecamp, where Fusaichi Pandora was already waiting for her, sitting alone on the couch.
"Pandora," Tsubame called out to her. "Did something happen?"
Pandora looked up at her. There was uncertainty in her eyes. "Trainer—" Pandora started to speak, hesitating for a moment. "Am I really worthy of participating in this race?"
Tsubame blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question. "What are you talking about, Pandora?" she asked, her expression turning concerned. "Is something bothering you?"
Pandora sighed, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. "I—I just... The Queen Elizabeth II Cup last year... It still haunts me."
Silence fell between them for a while. Tsubame understood. Despite having already made peace with Kawakami Princess, the fact remained that Pandora's first—and only—G1 title had come because of Kawakami's demotion. And even now, there were still people talking about it on the internet.
"McQueen-senpai told me to stop looking at the past and start looking toward the future, but—" Pandora sighed. "—the result of that race is still haunting me. What if Kawakami hadn't been demoted back then? Would I be the only one on this team who has never won a G1?"
Pandora's voice cracked as tears began to fall.
"Everyone calls me a genius, but... what kind of genius can't even win a G1 by crossing the finish line first?" she said between hiccups.
Tsubame remained quiet, listening to everything Pandora had to say without interrupting. Yes, perhaps it was true. If Kawakami Princess hadn't been demoted in the previous year's Queen Elizabeth II Cup, Fusaichi Pandora would still have zero G1 victories to her name.
"Am I... Am I really worthy of being part of Team Aster, Trainer?" Pandora asked, looking directly into Tsubame's eyes.
Tsubame didn't look away. She understood exactly what Pandora was going through. After a moment, she took a deep breath and sighed. "If you weren't, then I never would have personally scouted you the first day I saw you, Pandora." Tsubame smiled warmly as she gently wiped away Pandora's tears.
"It doesn't matter how many G1 titles you have. As long as you have the spirit to keep fighting and the heart of a champion, then you are worthy of being part of this team," Tsubame continued. "That's why, once again, I'll help get you into perfect condition. Not so you can prove that you belong in Aster—you already do—but so you can show everyone what kind of genius you truly are."
Tsubame then stood up and extended her hand. "Fusaichi Pandora, let me help you conquer the track. This time, show everyone what it looks like when a genius wins with her own strength."
Pandora's eyes widened. She had never felt more supported than she did at that moment. Slowly, a smile appeared on her face as she accepted Tsubame's outstretched hand. "Yes, Trainer..." she said with determination. "I promise. This time, I'll win the race properly!"
---
The very next day, Teams Emerald and Icarus were just finishing their training.
"Aw man, finally I can relax for a bit!" Curren Chan said while stretching her arms above her head. "I have a livestream scheduled tonight. Palmer-senpai, Helios-senpai, want to join as surprise guests?"
"LIVESTREAMING TONIGHT?! COUNT ME IN!" Daitaku Helios yelled excitedly. "I can't wait to show your viewers the new rap song I wrote!"
"Ah, I apologize, Curren," Mejiro Palmer said with a frown. "I have a family gathering at the Mejiro estate tonight, so I think I'll have to pass."
Curren pouted, then her eyes narrowed toward Cesario and Gentildonna.
"No," Cesario and Gentildonna said in unison before Curren could even say a word.
"Aw, come on! You two are always so serious!" Curren huffed, puffing out her cheeks. "Fine then, Machan-senpai, how about... Oh, right, I forgot that Machan-senpai is having break from training."
"How about Sweep over there? I guess she's free tonight," Helios suggested, pointing toward Sweep Tosho, who was sitting nearby reading a magic book.
"Sorry, I have an urgent matter as well," Sweep said, closing her book. "Besides, I have absolutely zero interest in—"
"Oh, but Curren wants to show the viewers the art of magic," Curren said, looking at Sweep with big, pleading puppy-dog eyes.
Sweep blinked, her face immediately flushing. "Ugh, stop looking at me like that, you little—"
Curren didn't stop. In fact, she started batting her eyelashes even more dramatically... until Sweep finally gave up.
"Fine," Sweep groaned. "But only for one session, okay?"
"YAY! Sweep-senpai is the best!" Curren jumped excitedly before hugging Sweep and lifting her clean off the ground—thanks to the wannabe witch's rather compact stature.
"HEY, PUT ME DOWN! THIS IS AN INDIGNITY TO ME, THE GREAT WITCH!"
Meanwhile, in the locker room, Scarlet couldn't take her eyes off Vodka—particularly her legs.
"What are you looking at, Scarlet?" Vodka asked.
"Your legs..." Scarlet narrowed her eyes. "You can't fool me, Vodka. Something is definitely wrong with them. Don't think I haven't noticed that you've been limping for the past few days."
Vodka groaned, rolling her eyes. "Ugh, this again..." she muttered. "I told you I'm alright, okay? Stop overthinking things and mind your own business, Scarlet!"
"H-Hey, I was just worried about you, okay?!" Scarlet barked back, her face reddening. "You should be grateful that I still care about you!"
"Whatever," Vodka said, turning away. "I'm heading back to our dorm. Don't bother following me!"
Scarlet didn't say anything. She simply watched Vodka walk away. At first glance, there was nothing unusual about her stride. Vodka was clearly trying to walk normally, putting on the same confident gait she always did.
But Scarlet knew her better than that. It was slight—barely noticeable unless someone was specifically looking for it—but every few steps, Vodka favored one leg just a little more than the other. Scarlet's expression hardened. She knew it.
Vodka was limping.
[To Be Continued]
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