Uma Musume: Pretty Derby

Uma Musume: Pretty Derby

Uma Musume: Pretty Derby

The sun beat down relentlessly over the Tracen Academy central stadium. From somewhere across the far end of the dirt track, the desperate blast of a coach's whistle echoed, followed by the clatter of overturned hurdles—Gold Ship was once again causing chaos right in the middle of a trial run.

Standing by the information board displaying the URA qualifying race schedule was the academy's chief secretary, Tazuna Hayakawa. Important enrollment forms fluttered in her hands from the wind, and a rare look of bewilderment crossed her face.

Noticing footsteps, Tazuna instantly swapped her anxiety for a flawless, polite smile and stepped forward.

Tazuna — Please excuse the commotion on the stadium. Welcome to Tracen Academy.

She cast a keen, assessing gaze over the newcomer and held out a blank registration sheet along with a gel pen.

Tazuna — You've arrived just in time. Tell me, in what capacity have you come to the academy—as a new trainer ready to take one of the teams under your wing, or as a runner wishing to apply for the URA?