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The corridor leading to Central Tracen Academy's Medical Department was quieter than usual.
Sunlight streamed in through the tall glass windows lining the hallway, illuminating the polished floors and sterile white walls.
Despite it being a Sunday, the building remained fully operational as it was just another reminder that Tracen wasn't merely a school, but a self-contained district designed to support umamusume at every stage of their careers.
Diamente walked down the hall with measured steps.
Her brown hair swayed lightly against her shoulders as her Tracen uniform rustled with each movement. In her hands was a modest plastic bag, its contents clinking softly whenever she adjusted her grip.
The Satsuki Sho had concluded just the day before, and per standard procedure, all participating umamusume had been subjected to post-race medical evaluations.
Most were released after routine checks. The other four were not.
These were Duramente, Kitasan Black, Real Steel, and Satono Crown.
The strain of the race, especially its unforgiving pace and brutal closing section, had pushed their bodies past what could be safely ignored.
All four of them had been ordered into mandatory hospitalization for observation and recovery.
Diamente slowed to a stop in front of a private room door.
Kitasan Black.
She exhaled softly, lifted her hand, and knocked once.
"Come in~!"
The familiar brightness in the voice made Diamente smile before she even opened the door.
The room was bathed in fresh air. One of the windows was wide open, white curtains fluttering gently as the spring breeze flowed through. Sitting on the hospital bed, dressed in a light blue patient gown, was Kitasan Black.
She was gazing out the window, her expression relaxed to the point that it's almost serene.
"Kita-senpai."
Kitasan turned, her face immediately lighting up.
"Oh! Diamente-chan! You came!"
Diamente stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind her. "I did. How are you feeling?"
"Mm~ honestly?" Kitasan stretched her arms slightly before resting them back atop the blanket. "I'm actually fine. I'm just feeling a bit more tired, I guess."
She laughed lightly, though the subtle stiffness in her posture told a more honest story.
"The doctor said that I need at least a week, Trainer-san said to not notify you of this," Kitasan continued, scratching her cheek sheepishly. "Apparently, it seems like you've already anticipated this, don't you?"
Diamente rolled her eyes in jest before sighed in relief.
"That's… a relief to hear," Diamente said, her shoulders loosening. "I was worried, you know."
She walked over to the bedside table and set the plastic bag down. Inside were neatly washed fruits such as apples, oranges, and a small bunch of grapes.
"I brought something light. Is that okay?"
"Ooh! Fruits!" Kitasan's ears perked up immediately. "That's perfect!"
Diamente pulled out a small bowl and a fruit knife from the bag. Without hesitation, she picked up an apple and began peeling it carefully, the blade moving with steady precision. The skin came off in a long, continuous strip before she sliced the fruit into even pieces.
She placed the slices into the bowl and speared one with a toothpick, offering it to Kitasan.
"Can you eat it yourself?"
"Of course I can!" Kitasan replied with mock offense before accepting the bowl. She picked up a slice and popped it into her mouth. "Mmm… sweet~"
Diamente watched quietly, relief softening her features.
After a brief pause, she reached back into the plastic bag and pulled out a folded pamphlet.
"Kita-senpai," she said, her tone shifting slightly. "There's something I wanted to ask you."
"Hm?"
Diamente unfolded the pamphlet and held it up. Printed across the front was a photograph of a traditional hot spring resort nestled in an island.
"Yukoma Hot Springs," Diamente explained. "I picked this up from a fruit stall near the academy. The owners were promoting it."
Kitasan blinked. "Hot springs?"
"Yes. Apparently, it was built with umamusume recovery in mind, and I've already researched this hot spring myself." Diamente's eyes flickered briefly to the window before returning to Kitasan. "The proprietors of the establishment were former Trainer Hoshina Kiyoko and Yunohana Bloom."
Kitasan straightened slightly. "Wait—that Yunohana Bloom?"
"The same," Diamente nodded. "They specialize in post-race muscle recovery and fatigue management. I was thinking…"
She hesitated for just a fraction of a second.
"If you want to shorten your recuperation time, I could have someone from my family reserve a treatment plan for you."
Kitasan froze from hearjng that for a moment.
"Eh?! No, no, no—Diamente-chan, that's too much!" she protested immediately. "I can just go there myself once I'm discharged. I can pay for it."
Diamente smiled—soft, but resolute.
"It's alright. My family can handle the reservation, and you can still pay if you want to." She tilted her head slightly. "Besides… I'm actually planning to go there myself.
"Twice a month, actually." Diamente gestured the number two on her right hand.
"Huh?"
"My body needs proper recovery too after all that pre-maturation training," Diamente admitted quietly. "If I'm going to keep pushing forward to my dream, I can't afford to ignore something like this."
She met Kitasan's gaze.
"So… would you mind if I went with you on this if you want to go? We can get Dia-chan and others to go there as well."
For a moment, Kitasan simply stared—then her face broke into a wide grin.
"Of course, Mente-chan! I'd love that!"
Her laughter filled the room, bright and genuine, cutting through the lingering heaviness left behind by the race.
Diamente felt her own smile widen in response.
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The arrangements had been finalized quietly.
With the necessary permissions secured, and a few carefully approved guests included, the group departed under the generous sponsorship of the Satono Group.
What followed was a private yacht ride bound for Niijima, the sea calm enough to make the journey feel less like travel and more like a brief escape.
On board were Kitasan Black, Satono Diamond, Satono Crown, and Real Steel, accompanied by Daiwa Scarlet and Vodka. Satomi, Satono Crown's trainer, and Kuroda, Real Steel's trainer, were present as well. Diamente came along simply for the ride, seated near the back while Tsurumaru Tsuyoshi accompanied her.
By the time they arrived at the port, the afternoon sun had already softened.
Waiting for them were two familiar figures: a black-haired woman standing with relaxed confidence, and beside her, a ponytail-wearing, gray-haired umamusume whose presence carried both warmth and experience.
Satomi bowed first.
"Thank you for inviting us on such short notice, Tsuyoshi-san."
Tsurumaru waved it off lightly. "You should be thanking yourselves for covering the transportation, Satomi-san. Not many groups would be that generous."
Satomi smiled. "It's an expense we're more than willing to shoulder, yes."
Kuroda crossed her arms thoughtfully. "I was surprised when Real Steel mentioned this invitation. I didn't expect it to come from Kitasan Black, of all umamusume she had befriended."
Tsurumaru chuckled. "That was more of a whim from the little princess than anything."
That earned Kuroda's attention.
"…Little princess?" she asked, glancing toward the group.
Her gaze settled on the brown-haired little umamusume standing quietly beside Daiwa Scarlet and others.
"…That one?"
Tsurumaru nodded. "That's her."
Nearby, Diamente watched as Kitasan Black, Satono Diamond, Satono Crown, and Real Steel spoke animatedly among themselves.
They were laughing, comparing impressions, slowly easing into familiarity.
She smiled faintly at the sight.
"Not joining them yet, Diamente-chan?" Daiwa Scarlet asked, leaning over.
Diamente shook her head. "I'll enter later. I'm fine watching it for now."
Just then, a familiar presence approached.
"Bloom-senpai!"
Diamente blinked in surprise as Daiwa Scarlet greeted the gray-haired umamusume with ease.
"Diamente-chan," Scarlet turned to her. "This is Yunohana Bloom."
She went on to explain—how Tokai Teio, Special Week, McQueen, and others before them had helped support Yunohana Bloom and Hoshina Kiyoko in building the hot springs resort into what it was today.
"And this," Scarlet added, "is Diamente-chan. She's been accepted as Team Spica's youngest member."
Yunohana Bloom raised an eyebrow, then smiled mischievously.
"Ara~ Did these two kidnap you to be here, little one?" she asked, hooking her thumb toward Scarlet and Vodka.
"Hey!" both immediately protested.
Diamente shrugged. "Almost kidnapped into being recruited to the team once. The second time, though, they succeeded."
"Man," she sighed theatrically. "I still haven't beaten Taishin-senpai's record for dodging the sack more than five times."
Laughter followed—light, genuine, and what seemed to be like a humorous adult-like comedy.
Before more could be said, someone called out her name.
"Diamente-chan, we're taking a picture together! Come, come!"
She turned toward Kitasan's group and gave a polite bow. "Excuse me, everyone."
As she walked away, Yunohana Bloom watched her go, thoughtful.
"That child… She speaks more like Kiyoko-san than a normal kid."
"Yeah, she had to be," Daiwa Scarlet scratched her cheek. "She's… kind of an offshoot from the Symboli family, after all."
Yunohana's eyes widened. "Really? It'd been ten years since anyone from that family has such a runner succeeding to Central Tracen."
"Since Kris S-san," Vodka supplied. "Right?"
Scarlet nodded. "Diamente-chan has already helped us with our racing strategies during these past races. She's a really sharp kid."
She glanced toward Diamente's retreating figure.
"As for her talent?" Scarlet smiled. "That's something everyone will find out in time."
==== 🐎Legend Changer🐎 ====
After a few days of soaking, treatment, and proper rest at Yukoma Hot Springs, Kitasan Black's condition improved rapidly. The lingering heaviness in her muscles faded, her posture straightened, and her usual vitality returned in full. By the fourth day after the Satsuki Sho, she was unmistakably back in shape, faster than even by Diamente's estimates.
Since then, days have passed and with the advent of the Golden Week meant that there's something else in this world that would happen aside from a week-long holiday.
At the start of the Golden Week, one week remains before the Spring Tennō Shō which is the retirement race of Win Variation.
With that thought lingering in the back of her mind, Diamente walked alongside Daiwa Scarlet through the academy grounds.
The spring air was lively, students coming and going in greater numbers thanks to the holidays. As they made their way toward Team Polaris' club room, Diamente briefly checked her phone.
A message had just been sent.
Progress report delivered to Agnes Tachyon.
She slipped the device back into her pocket as they reached the door.
Inside, the atmosphere was… exactly as lively as expected.
The first thing Diamente noticed was a familiar red-haired umamusume sprawled lazily atop one of the tables, arms folded beneath her head, looking utterly exhausted from training.
"Ugh… I swear, the track's length is trying to kill me-ssu," Win Variation muttered.
Right beside her, occupying nearly the entire table surface, was an ashen-haired umamusume steadily working through a mountain of rice and curry with terrifying focus.
'Oguri-san…This isn't your second serving, by any chance?' Diamente asked to herself quietly with her eyebrows twitched.
On the sofa sat two others. One was a dark-haired umamusume Diamente didn't recognize, composed, but has some certain maturity to her aura. Beside her, however, sat someone who made Daiwa Scarlet stiffen almost imperceptibly. An eerily familiar presence, relaxed yet there's some unruliness coded to her aura.
At the far end of the room, Trainer Kitahara and Belno Light were buried under a sea of documents, the sound of papers flipping and pens scratching filling the background.
I knocked on the opened door, and immediately, every head turned toward them—
Every head except one.
Win Variation remained by the table, trying to rest from all the fatigue.
"Oh?" A brown-haired umamusume who looked like an older version of Daiwa Scarlet perked up first. "Long time no see, my dear little sister."
Daiwa Scarlet's eyebrow twitched.
"…We literally just went home to see Mom and Dad a few days ago, Sis..."
"Still counts though," the said umamusume replied lazily.
A gentle laugh followed.
"Ara~ Welcome back, Scarlet-chan." The dark-haired umamusume on the sofa smiled warmly as she spoke, her voice calm and mature. "It's good to see you again."
"Likewise, Ame-chan," Daiwa Scarlet replied, relaxing slightly.
At the sound of her voice, Belno Light looked up sharply. Her eyes lit up, and she stood so fast her chair nearly toppled over.
"Scarlet-san! Diamente-san!"
She hurried over, bowing slightly. "Welcome! I'm glad you could come."
Belno then turned, gesturing around the room. "Ah—before anything else, let me introduce everyone properly."
She motioned to the red-haired umamusume. "This is Daiwa Major."
Daiwa Major lifted a hand in greeting without sitting up. "Yo."
"And this is King Kamehameha," Belno continued.
"Please call me Ame-chan," King Kamehameha said with a gentle smile.
Belno clasped her hands together and looked back at Diamente. "Diamente-san is currently from Team Spica, but once everything is integrated under Spica's wing, Team Polaris will become a sub-team of them."
She smiled brightly.
"Since Okino-san agreed for me to train Diamente-san after Shion-chan's retirement, it means that Diamente-san will be joining our little group as our newest member."
Diamente straightened.
"I'm Symboli Diamente, it's nice to finally meet you all, everyone," she said clearly, bowing politely.
The reaction was immediate.
"…Wait."
"…Symboli?"
Both Daiwa Major and King Kamehameha stared at her.
Daiwa Major was the first to recover. "Hold on—what's your connection to that Symboli?"
"You mean Rudolf-nee?" Diamente asked, to which Diamente answered without hesitation.
"She's my adoptive parent," she said calmly.
"Due to personal circumstances."
The room fell silent.
"…Ah."
"…I see."
Before the atmosphere could grow awkward, Daiwa Scarlet stepped in smoothly.
"Anyway, I'm just here to help Diamente-chan familiarize herself with everyone," she said briskly. "Nothing complicated."
As if on cue, a voice cut in from the table.
"Do you want some curry, Diamond-san?"
Oguri Cap held up her spoon, completely serious about the prospect of eating with her.
"It's Diamente, Oguri-chan…" Belno Light tsukkomi'd before lightly chopping the poor maiden's head.
Diamente blinked, then smiled softly. "Thank you, Oguri-senpai, but I'm not hungry right now. Please continue."
Oguri Cap nodded once. "Alright then."
She immediately resumed eating—her second serving—at a pace that defied common sense.
Diamente couldn't help but smile.
"…Amazing," King Kamehameha murmured. "Even after all these years, I still can't understand how she fits all that in her stomach."
Diamente let out a small laugh. "Truly one of Tracen Academy's great mysteries."
The room filled with light chuckles. Outside, the wind rustled the trees.
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That afternoon, Team Polaris gathered at the track to watch Win Variation's practice.
Her strides were steady, refined by years of experience rather than explosive youth.
There was no wasted motion in the way she ran, but there was also a faint heaviness beneath it, something only those who watched closely could notice.
Diamente stood slightly apart from the others, with her eyes following every step, every breath, committing the rhythm to memory.
When the training ended for the day and the sun began to dip, it was Belno Light who clapped her hands together.
"Yes~ Since everyone's here," she said with a hopeful smile, "why don't we all have dinner together tonight?"
Her suggestion was met with immediate approval and due to that, hotpot was chosen almost unanimously.
Soon enough, the group split up to buy ingredients. Out of sheer necessity, and long-standing experience, Oguri Cap'sportions were calculated separately from everyone else's.
When they returned to the club room with bags filled to the brim, Oguri's eyes visibly sparkled.
"…T-That's a lot of food," she murmured, already salivating.
Laughter rippled through the room as they began setting up the utensils and heating the stock, the door slid open again.
Buena Vista and Believe stepped inside, fresh from a study session.
"Oh?" Buena Vista smiled warmly. "What's all this, Belno-senpai?"
"We invited Scarlet-chan and the little one to dinner today," Belno replied cheerfully.
Buena Vista's gaze shifted and landed on Diamente, who was crouched by the pot, carefully checking the simmering stock.
"I'm Buena Vista," she said gently.
"I'm Believe," the other followed with a nod.
Diamente straightened and bowed politely.
"I'm Diamente, Buena-senpai, Believe-senpai. It's nice to meet you."
Once the stock was ready, the room filled with steam, chatter, and the comforting clatter of chopsticks.
Ingredients disappeared into the pot, laughter mixing with the scent of broth. Even the usual tension surrounding the upcoming Spring Tennō Shō seemed to ease, if only for a moment.
Win Variation ate quietly.
When she finished, she stood and spoke softly. "I'm going outside for a bit."
"Be careful, Shion-chan," someone called out. "Don't run~ you just ate."
She nodded once and left.
Diamente noticed it immediately.
The look in Win Variation's eyes hadn't been the look of someone simply stepping out for air.
A few minutes later, Diamente rose from her seat as well.
"I'm going to take a short breather outside," she said lightly. "I'll be back in a bit."
"There's still plenty of food Diamente-chan," King Kamehameha said.
"It's alright, Ame-senpai," Diamente replied with a small wave. "I'm quite full already so I just need to walk it off."
Understanding passed quietly through the room. King Kamehameha smirked.
"Then go on," she said. "If you want to come back later, just look for Shion-chan, okay?"
Diamente smiled awkwardly and slipped out, though she didn't have to search far before she found her.
Win Variation was sitting on a hollow tree stump in the courtyard, with her shoulders drawn inward and staring at the earth beneath her feet.
"…Why are you here?" she asked shyly when she noticed Diamente.
Diamente answered by sitting on the opposite side of the stump, their backs facing each other.
"How are you feeling right now?" she asked gently.
"I'm fine, Diamente-san," Win Variation replied quickly.
Diamente didn't press—at first.
"…Your eyes earlier say otherwise," she said quietly. "Are you nervous?"
There was a pause.
Then a sigh.
"I'm actually more scared than nervous," Win Variation admitted. "This is my retirement race, after all. And… it's also the last race anyone from Team Polaris will run before the team disbands."
Her voice trembled.
"I keep thinking—what if I disappoint everyone?"
She listed them one by one, voice low but steady.
"Scarlet-senpai with her Double Tiara. Believe-senpai with her Takamatsunomiya Kinen and the Sprinters Stakes win. Buena-senpai with the Japan Cup. Ame-chan with the Derby. And Oguri-senpai, outshining all of us in that department…"
She clenched her hands.
"And me? I didn't even have a single G1 win…" Diamente listened.
"Shion-senpai, being part of a generation that monstrous," she said at last, "was already something that shined a spotlight on Team Polaris that came from you."
"Haha," Win Variation laughed weakly. "I raced in Orfevre's era, you know? It's been four years since then.
"I'm scared, Diamente-chan… I'm so scared of disappointing everyone that I've even thought about just not giving it my all and retiring quietly."
She swallowed.
"Funny, isn't it? For someone named Win Variation, I've only won 4 races out of the 26 races in my entire career."
Diamente stood from her seat, opting to stop Win Variation's descent to self-loathing. She moved around the stump and sat beside her.
"Everything that begins has to end, Shion-senpai," Diamente said calmly. "And this ending was decided by Trainer Kitahara himself." She smiled gently.
"It would be unfair—to him, to Belno-senpai, and to everyone who believes in you—if you didn't give them a proper goodbye to your participation in the Twinkle Series."
Win Variation sniffed.
Tears spilled before she could stop them.
"It's okay," Diamente patted her shoulder softly. "Let it out, senpai."
Win Variation hugged her tightly, sobbing into Diamente's blazer.
Only the muffled cries of a scared umamusume were heard throughout the courtyard.
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When she finally pulled away, she stared in horror at the damp stains. "I—I'll clean your uniform—!"
"I'll handle this senpai," Diamente said lightly.
She smiled. "Just do your best in the final race."
"Un," Win Variation nodded, wiping her face. "I'll retire… happily."
"That's good to know," Diamente said, gesturing to her to come near her. "And I also have a suggestion that might help you in your Spring Tennō Shō race."
Win Variation then leaned in as Diamente whispered.
Win Variation's eyes widened.
"…T-That might actually work."
The two of them returned to the club room together, and it was quieter now.
Win Variation stood before everyone, with her eyes still red, but filled with confidence.
"I'll work hard, Trainer-san, everyone," she said. "I'll do my best to win my final race."
Smiles spread across the room.
"That's good to know," Trainer Kitahara nodded. "You won't be able to train for the three days before the race—but I'll allow the first four days starting tomorrow for you to train lightly."
"Trainer Kitahara," Diamente raised a hand. "I also have a suggestion that might work in Shion-chan's favor."
Curious gazes turned toward her.
Daiwa Scarlet chuckled. "Helping the enemy now, Diamente-chan?"
"It's only a suggestion, Sca-senpai," Diamente replied with a knowing grin.
"And besides, Golshi-senpai is already an excellent stayer so she won't really need any additional advice from me."
"Besides," she smiled faintly before turning her face towards Win Variation and added, "I want to see what happens… when two rivals from Orfevre-senpai's generation clashed again for one last time."
==== 🐎Legend Changer🐎 ====
"The first to exit the 3rd corner is Curren Mirotic, followed by Courir Kaiser and Suzuka Devious, then Lovely Day!" the race commentator announced. "But Gold Ship and Win Variation, whose retirement race today, had started to accelerate from the outside!"
All 17 umamusume have already run 2,000 meters out of the 3,200-meter outer track of the Kyoto Racecourse.
As if following behind the leader, Win Variation immediately positioned herself behind Gold Ship to use her body as Win Variation's windbreaker.
'I'm going to win… I have to win!' Win Variation swears to herself as both of them start to accelerate.
"Gold Ship's now 5th…no, it's 4th now from Curren Mirotic, Courir Kaiser, and Suzuka Devious! Win Variation's tailing behind her but there's still at the 800-meter mark and exiting the final corner! Who's gonna be the first to exit?!"
The crowd erupted as the first favorite, Gold Ship, had started her move.
"Exiting the last bend is Curren Mirotic with 2 lengths! Followed by Gold Ship and Win Variation! Sounds of Earth, the younger umamusume, is also closing as well!" the race commentator called very fast.
"They're catching up! They're catching up! Curren Mirotic! Gold Ship! Curren Mirotic! Gold Ship!" the race commentator further called quickly, "She passed! Gold Ship has passed! Now Gold Ship and Win Variation are dueling at the 200-meter mark!"
'Run, Shion-chan.' Diamente, who's standing at the higher vantage point in the audience grandstand, watched. 'Let me see who your last dance's lead will be.'
"Gold Ship! Win Variation! Gold Ship! It's very close!" the race commentator called, "And here comes the older Fame Game surging from behind! It's now a three-way battle!"
Gold Ship and Win Variation looked at the outside lane to see another umamusume catching up to them from behind, so the two of them immediately sped up.
"Gold Ship! Win Variation! Fame Game! 100-meter mark!" the race commentator exclaimed, "THE DUEL OF THE OLDER GENERATION IS ABOUT TO END, AND THE WINNER OF THIS DUEL IS—"
They crossed the finish line in almost a three-way finish as the crowd roared in absolute excitement.
"A THREE-WAY FINISH! They're all too close, so the judges will start checking the race footage! Curren Mirotic in 4th while Courir Kaiser is in 5th." the commentator announced.
Meanwhile, when Diamente looked at Mejiro McQueen, who's beside her, there was an unwavering focus in her eyes and a smirk that felt proud of what had just happened.
The scoreboard was then lit up with now the tops 3 to 5 seen. Fame Game's gate number is now seen in Top 3, which was signified to be behind only by a nose.
But the top 1 and 2 placements are still in deliberation as Diamente then stared at the slowed-down race footage with the line down which signified that it's on the finish line.
And when the slowed-down footage starts to incrementally move the footage, everyone now knows who has hit the wire first.
The audience roared as the top two on the scoreboard lit up with numbers 16 and 1 respectively.
Gate No. 16 - Win Variation (1st)
Gate No. 1 - Gold Ship (2nd)
Lost by half an inch in the footage, but shown in the scoreboard as a nose.
"A MIRACULOUS COMEBACK! WIN VARIATION HAS WON HER FIRST G1 RACE IN HER RETIREMENT RACE! SHE UNDOUBTEDLY BECAME THE PRINCIPAL, THE LEAD VARIATION, AND THE STAR OF TODAY'S RACE!"
==== 🐎Legend Changer🐎 ====
Jounetsu ni narihibiku,
Takanari to iu fanfare!
Dakishimetara tokihanatou,
Mezasu basho ga arukara.
The crowd cheered with full excitement as Diamente then looked on her other side, where all of Team Polaris and also of Team Spica with her, each of them holding a white and red light stick.
Meanwhile, she can see Trainer Kitahara crying from happiness as if she just saw a familiar silhouette who had won the Arima Kinen for the first time.
Erabareshi kono michi o,
Hitasura ni kakenukete.
Chouten ni tatsu tatte miseru!
NEXT FRONTIER! (mitsumete)
Chikara no kagiri saki e!
Win Variation sang the song "Next Frontier" with the absolute proudest expression on her face.
This has now become the last brilliance of the guiding star, known as Team Polaris, before its disbandment.
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