(Warning: Original characters may die. Warning: Niche, chaotic visuals. Apologies if this makes you uncomfortable. This is a story about a development I was curious to see.)
"I say I'll beat whoever I want, but that's impossible. I say I want to beat the strongest champion, Tokai Teio. Do you think URA will give me that chance?"
"Yeah! I believe they will! Why? Because rice, rice, rice power!!"
"It's not just long distances, and it's not just 3,200 meters. Every racetrack is tough! Every Uma Musume in Central is a monster! All Uma Musume are monsters! Everyone's a monster!"
"The Black Assassin, the Great War, the Pegasus. She's hungry, Mejiro McQueen, and I'm thirsty too. I want a taste of blood. You want to step on me to rise to the top, to climb over my body? No problem." (She flashes the knife at her waist beneath her victory outfit.) "But you'd better ask it first if it agrees."
Rudolf Symboli, the student council president who would graduate from Central Tracen after this year, stared in astonishment as she watched every statement made by the little Uma Musume at the press conference. At last, she began to wonder whether she really had fallen out of touch with the times.
