An Uma Musume with short brown hair was practicing martial arts in the center of the room.
Her white-streaked hair fluttered with her movements, and the red floral ornament nestled in her hair was particularly striking.
Dressed in her tracksuit, every move she made carried the sharp sound of breaking air— this was the Kongō Yaegaki style.
Her expression was solemn and focused, as if she were undergoing a true spiritual trial.
Myriad Dreams subconsciously spat her chewing gum into a tissue and wrapped it up.
She knew this future roommate all too well: Yaeno Muteki, famous for being rigorous and earnest, was the polar opposite of her own easygoing self.
"H-Hello! I'm your roommate, Myriad Dreams. Please look after me."
Rarely did Myriad Dreams speak in such a formal tone, putting away her usual casual demeanor.
Yaeno Muteki paused her movements and gave a slight nod.
"Hello. I am Yaeno Muteki. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Her voice was incredibly calm, and having finished speaking, she immediately threw herself back into her training.
Resigned, Myriad Dreams began to unpack her luggage.
The only sounds left in the room were the whistling air from Yaeno's strikes and the steady rhythm of her breathing.
The oppressive atmosphere made Myriad Dreams feel suffocated. She tried to break the silence:
"Um... Yaeno-san..." The words reached her lips but she swallowed them back down.
She truly didn't know how to communicate with someone so serious, fearing that casual small talk might seem offensive.
"I'm heading out to train!"
Finally, Myriad Dreams hurriedly threw on her sneakers and practically fled the dorm room.
Yaeno Muteki watched the door close, frowning slightly.
"Why such a panic?"
Once outside, Myriad Dreams let out a long sigh of relief.
Despite her usually lazy appearance, she was actually quite sensitive to how others perceived her.
Faced with Yaeno Muteki, whose personality was the complete antithesis of her own, she chose a temporary escape.
Night had fallen, and the training grounds were deserted.
Since she was already out, Myriad Dreams decided to get some serious training in.
Taking a deep breath, she began to employ the "Racing Breathing Method" taught by the system— a special technique that maximized an Uma Musume's potential.
She even practiced it in her daily life.
At that same moment, Trainer Okino, who had just successfully recruited Special Week into his team, was heading to the Student Council with some forms.
Passing the training grounds, he caught sight of Myriad Dreams and immediately ducked into the shadows, pulling out a digital stopwatch.
"The power in that kick yesterday..."
Okino licked his lips, a flash of excitement in his eyes.
"Let me see what you can do on the track!"
On the field, Myriad Dreams adjusted her breathing, her gaze suddenly becoming sharp.
With a dull thud, she shot forward like an arrow from a bow, leaving shallow pits in the ground from the force of her start.
Having inherited Gold Ship's factors, she had no shortage of stamina, so she went all out from the very beginning.
In her mind, the auxiliary system was planning the optimal training route in real-time.
As she entered the first corner, her body leaned at a staggering seven to eight degrees.
Yet, her speed didn't drop at all as she executed a perfect turn.
In the shadows, Okino was so shocked the lollipop nearly fell out of his mouth.
"That cornering technique... even Symboli Rudolf couldn't do it that perfectly when she was young!"
When Myriad Dreams crossed the 1000-meter finish line, Okino looked at the numbers on his timer and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"56.7 seconds?! That is not a result a rookie should be having!"
Myriad Dreams slowly came to a halt, steadying her breath, completely unaware that her performance had been witnessed in full.
And in Trainer Okino's eyes, the excited light of someone who had discovered a hidden gem was burning bright...