I Transmigrated into a Strange Story, but It's Uma Musume

“A Trainer is a slave to an Uma Musume's talent.” Before happily enrolling at Tracen Academy, where all tuition and fees were waived, Miss Eclipse, who had known a great deal about Uma Musume from her past life, thought the phrase was purely metaphorical. “Wait, you mean that literally?” ...It wasn't until she gaped at Trainers being led around the academy with collars around their necks that she realized the truth. Even after seeing the term “Emperor's Basement” on the academy's Uma Musume-only forum, Miss Eclipse still refused to believe it. “Crap, it's a trap.” Having already decided to avoid running and focus on preparing for her graduate entrance exams at the University of Tokyo, Miss Eclipse became even more certain of her plans. I'm just a poor, helpless, nameless little Uma Musume. How could I possibly compete with those Uma Musume from prestigious families, with all their connections and social resources? Better to stay out of it and keep my distance. But why do Trainers from all over keep trying to stick close to me? Hey, I haven't done anything to you! Your own Trainers are trying to pin this on me. Take them back and leave me alone, okay? What do you mean, “You stole the Trainer's heart”? [Sis, I really want to run...] Well, looks like I'll just have to crush them, then. Miss Eclipse reluctantly tightened her shoelaces.