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.
Enduring Rain POV
Back at the Former Hotel
It has been three days since our arrival. Even though we have been divided into groups to help our team advance in this new world, we still train together whenever we can. Somehow, despite everything, we've managed to stay united. I can't help but admire our time management—and the eternal youth of our team.
Vic, our leader, is as reliable as ever. She is adaptable in every race, able to change her running style and strategy in the middle of competition. No matter the situation, she always finds a way to win.
Then there is Mama Blues. I still feel strange calling her "Mama," since I remember my own mother from my past life, but she truly lives up to the name. She is speed and warmth given form, able to maintain her pace with endless stamina while caring for all of us with patience and kindness.
Tactical Gray… my rival. She doesn't see it that way, but I do. We are both untalented compared to monsters like Steel, yet our paths couldn't be more different. She wins through strategy, tricks, and calculation. I win through heart and relentless effort. I've lost to her many times, but I've beaten her too, enduring her schemes and pushing past them. When I did, she didn't get angry—she became more curious. That was somehow even more terrifying.
Great Wonder is kind, elegant, and gentle… and because of that, she is holding herself back. She has the physical ability, intelligence, and raw talent to be one of the best on the team, yet she restrains herself out of politeness. In a competitive world like this, that makes her one of the weakest—despite what she could be.
Then there's Tyrant Rose. Charismatic. Untouchable. Literally. Try to grab her and you'll find yourself flat on the floor. On turf she's lightning, though dirt slows her down a little. But when it comes to freestyle running and parkour, she is in a league of her own. Walls, rooftops, rails—nothing can stop her. That confidence disappears the moment Sweet Pollen walks in, though. Her crush is so obvious it's painful to watch.
Next comes the caretaker group—the ones who handle shopping, cooking, and most of the chores.
KiWi is chaos given human form. She has only one speed, and that speed is "yes." Dirt, turf, parkour—she sprints through everything at full power. It works… until her lack of endurance, strategy, and technique catches up to her. Against smarter opponents, her madness can be used against her.
Norn, who looks like Oguri Cap, is more like a seductive trickster. She loves attention—from teammates, opponents, and strangers alike. Fashion is her weapon, but her real strength is adaptability. Like Vic, she can change styles mid-race, and like Rose, she can run anywhere. When she gets serious, she's terrifying. Steel is the only one who has ever truly shut her down.
Jo is different. She studies running the way a scientist studies nature. Every race is an experiment, every opponent a data set. She rarely goes all out, saying she only does so "when necessary." I don't understand that, but her insights and training improvements have already made all of us better.
Black Diamond—BlaD—splits her life between music and sprinting. She isn't the fastest, but she pours her soul into both running and rock. She rewrites songs from our old world and turns them into anthems here. Speed and music—both driven by passion.
Sweet Pollen is like me in spirit: tough, fearless, and competitive. But she's also a menace. Her lack of agility keeps her out of the top tier, so she compensates by hitting hard and playing dirty—just like she did back in her marathon days. Watching her try to flirt with Rose only to get flustered every time is honestly hilarious.
And then there's my group—the ones who train constantly.
Imperial Punk is a free-runner who can handle any distance. He's blunt, rebellious, and stubborn, but once he understands something, he commits harder than anyone else.
High Spice is a marathon queen. Endless stamina, perfect pacing, razor-sharp instincts. Her attitude makes her seem cruel, but beneath it all she's a loyal, oddly adorable gremlin.
Steel Valkyrie is… unstoppable. No one has ever beaten her. Triathlons, mixed races, anything—you name it, she dominates it. She doesn't even look for competition, but if someone challenges her, they lose. She's kind and polite… until someone threatens her team.
Edged Lily is our promoter and public face. To the world she's charming and professional. To competitors? Toxic. She constantly challenges Steel, loses, and then trash-talks weaker runners "to motivate them." For some reason, she's fascinated by ImP, who actually does get stronger when she taunts him.
And then there's me.
Enduring Rain.
I'm as untalented as Tactical Gray—but unlike her, I fight for every victory with sweat and spirit. She calls that stupid. I call it living. I don't win often, and people don't believe in me, but I keep improving. That's enough.
When I was a kid, my coach told me I had no talent. I almost gave up. Locked in my room, broken, I watched Might Guy fight Madara. His will, his fire, his youth… it saved me. I chose hard work over despair. I kept running. I kept fighting. I even became a coach myself.
Now I'm here, in the body of an Uma Musume—where potential is infinite.
So I'll keep running.
Just then, my phone buzzed.
A message from Tactical Gray.
"Hey, muscle-headed dumbass. Bring back everyone training with you and make them take a shower—we're calling a meeting. I finally found what we were looking for. Vic's gathering the rest. Hurry up."
I clenched my fist.
God, I hate her.
But whatever she found… it might change everything.
So I started gathering the others.