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Umamusume: It All Started When I Got Sent Flying Ten Meters

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Years later, when he would finally hold the “Lifetime Achievement Award” in his hands, Makoto Yasui would recall one very specific afternoon—the afternoon he was sent flying ten whole meters… By a horse girl. At the time, he had only recently gotten his Central Trainer’s license. Unfortunately, his lack of experience was obvious, and many horse girls turned him down without a second thought. And so, after being rejected yet again, maybe his mind wandered a bit too much. While waiting to cross at a red light, he spotted a child nearly step into oncoming traffic. His body moved before his brain could catch up. The kid was fine. He was not. Because he got hit. Not by a car, but by a horse girl. She had black hair, red eyes, and a matching black tail. And she slammed into him at full sprint. Thanks to years of quiet self-training—secretly guided by memories from a past life—he managed to twist midair and land without too much damage. Still, getting launched like that wasn’t exactly part of his daily routine. The horse girl, on the other hand, was completely panicking. “I-I’m so sorry! Are you hurt?! A-are you okay?!” “I-I'm Kitasan Black! A first-year at Tracen Academy! Pleased to meet you—wait, no, that’s not what I should say right now!” “I—I mean—I’ll take responsibility! I’ll take full responsibility for this!!” That’s how it all began. The girl’s name was Kitasan Black. And this was the start of everything. = = = = Note: Some character backgrounds and settings have been reworked for narrative purposes. This version expands the world while staying faithful to the spirit of the original. New readers can enjoy it as a mix of sports drama and school life.
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