Author's Note: I am not an editor or a pro writer. I will write this the best I can and edit it the best I can. I also do not own Uma Musume, for it is owned by Cygames. Watch the animes, and read the mangas for they are pretty good. Finally, please enjoy.
Tyrant Rose POV
We visited countless teams and organizations, only to realize that many of them couldn't even afford to pay us properly—let alone offer benefits. I spoke with a lot of people during that time. GW quickly picked up on the sketchy dealings happening behind the scenes, and Gray soon uncovered solid evidence to back it up. I was grateful to have both of them by my side; their support made navigating that mess possible.
Eventually, we hit a dead end—but I'm not just charming and good-looking. I'm adaptable, relentless, and I refuse to quit. Neither did the rest of the team. I love this group. For the first time in my life, I never had to pretend around anyone.
When I was a child, I was considered adorable—so much so that everyone loved me. I appeared in magazines, topped social media trends, and even had cameos in movies and television. That's where the story turns dark. I was kidnapped multiple times. I was sexually harassed repeatedly as well, and sometimes it escalated into situations I'm not comfortable discussing outside of a professional setting.
Each time, I was rescued by good people—people who became the only reason I didn't completely lose faith in humanity. Even so, the damage was done. Years of therapy followed. I developed severe touch phobia and struggled deeply with trust. I had security assigned to me, yet even then I was terrified—what if they hurt me too?
At my lowest point, one of my therapists gave me a choice: I could let this break me, or I could build myself into someone who would never be powerless again. I chose the latter.
I studied psychology and sociology—not just to understand people, but to learn how to read them, influence them, and protect myself. I trained in self-defense and martial arts under instructors I carefully vetted and trusted. Even then, I wore thick gis and layers of protection because my touch phobia hadn't faded yet. I learned survival skills, escape techniques, how to recognize threats, and how to function under pressure. I burned those lessons into my mind and refined them relentlessly.
Later, I studied negotiation and diplomacy. Combined with my natural charm, I became frighteningly effective.
As I grew older, I became popular in school. I noticed early on that kids who isolated themselves—especially emo kids who pushed others away—became easy targets for bullies. I refused to let that happen to me. Still, I never allowed anyone to touch me. That earned me the nickname "The Untouchable Prince." My closest friends—those who eventually learned my story—guarded me like knights.
I joined track and field because it was one of the few sports with minimal physical contact. Thanks to my early athletic training, I excelled. I loved running—loved being faster than anything that chased me. But even then, I felt trapped. Safe, yes—but imprisoned by the walls I'd built to survive.
That changed one day when a teammate showed me a parkour and freerunning video on his phone.
I was captivated—the speed, the movement, the freedom. I needed that feeling. He introduced me to more videos and channels, and soon after, I hired instructors to teach me parkour and freerunning properly. One of those teachers saved my life after I nearly made a fatal mistake. That moment forced me to confront my touch phobia head-on.
And I did.
I was free. Truly free.
I began competing in freerunning tournaments alongside track meets. For the first time, my body felt like it belonged to me—not my fear.
I was popular with women growing up. I dated. I had relationships. But I never truly trusted anyone. My past kept me distant. I became known as a playboy—a heartbreaker. They called me "The Flash of Love"—fast on the track, fast in relationships.
That all changed when I woke up in this world… and met her.
I always found it amusing in the anime how Cheval Grand was secretly in love with Kitasan Black. Now here I was—looking like Cheval Grand—falling in love at first sight with a Kitasan Black lookalike. The irony wasn't lost on me.
I think I might actually have a chance with her. There's a strong feeling that she might be interested too. Still, Vic reminded me that we had work to do. The timing wasn't right.
So I threw myself back into work.
We decided to pivot and search for an agent instead—someone who could help us find a proper team or organization. Thanks to Gray's research, we found one and scheduled a meeting. I didn't expect that only the leadership group would attend, leaving two-thirds of the team behind at the Airbnb.
That's when we met Ayana.
Using my charm—and a lot of careful persuasion—I convinced her to give us a chance. We scheduled a tryout. A few days later, she watched us run, and by the end of it, she was visibly stunned. Our abilities spoke for themselves.
We had an agent.
From there, the leadership group and I negotiated every contract carefully.
Weeks passed. We trained under several competent trainers, song and dance instructors, and dietitians who helped us adapt to our new bodies and diets. They were skilled—but stretched thin with other clients. So I made sure we extracted every bit of knowledge we could. Later, we gathered as a team and shared everything we'd learned to refine ourselves further.
That's when Ayana returned with unexpected news.
A mysterious company wanted to form an entirely new team—with us at the center. They were willing to meet us halfway: shared creative control, shared earnings.
That caught my attention.
Looks like it's time to meet the boss of Dark Wear Fashion.