"Adorning the vibrant autumn, who will bloom brightest on the Autumn Flower Stakes stage?! Who will claim the Autumn Crown?!"
"No. 3 in Gate 2, Connect Toshou, third favorite. Can she seize the final tiara?"
"Second favorite, No. 1 in Gate 1, Gran Louvre. Runner-up in the Oaks—will she redeem herself today?!"
"Carrying the hopes of fans flooding the stands, charging toward the generation's pinnacle—is it her?! Can she follow the one who reached the top in this race?! Here comes No. 7 in Gate 3, Twin Turbo!!"
Today, Turbo had waited for this moment. Here, she'd learn if she could truly call herself Teio's rival—a pursuer or an equal. Either way, she didn't care. No matter the outcome, she was Teio's rival.
"All Uma Musume are in the gates. Ready to race."
All eyes were on her. Every Uma Musume marked her. Terrifying, overwhelming—she wanted to flee. Yet, her body surged with power, more alive than ever. Her empty right hand felt a lever. This was Turbo's "switch." Without thinking, she gripped it, bracing her whole body.
Listen, Turbo. In the Autumn Flower Stakes, everyone's targeting you. The pressure's intense. It's okay to be scared—it means they're terrified of you. Make them shake. Break away. You're Twin Turbo—leave everything behind!!
"Got it. From start to finish—"
"Start!!"
"DOKKAN TURBO!!"
"A clean start for all! Wait—Twin Turbo bolts out! Full throttle from the gate, she's surging ahead with unreal acceleration! The others are stunned, but she's pulling away!!"
True Dokkan Turbo. Her condition and energy peaked, her boost gauge maxed out, sparkling. No need to conserve—her hindquarters brimmed with power. She unleashed it from the start, catching every marker off guard.
"She can't accelerate like that right away!" one cried.
"No way, this early?!" another gasped.
"I won't let her escape!!"
"Twin Turbo flees! Already 10 lengths ahead! Gran Louvre, Connect Toshou, and Double Shaft chase, but they can't keep up! Will she conserve? No—she's all-out, like her predecessor Mejiro Rampage, or surpassing her!! Nearing 1000m in—57.5! A blistering 57.5 seconds!!"
Pure, reckless escape. Turbo poured everything into this moment, her intensity palpable. Hitting the Yodo slope, she didn't slow. Hesitate, and fear would grip her. Instead, she ran as if to outpace fear itself.
"Twin Turbo hits the fourth corner alone! The others chase desperately. Gran Louvre spurs, but can she close the eight-length gap?!"
Each heartbeat fueled her. She'd made it here. Her theory—unleash early, sustain to the end—was right. Ran's talk of perfect timing clicked. This was the true Dokkan Turbo!! Not just pressing "something"—she swung her arm like a punch, unleashing again.
"DARYAAAA!!"
"Twin Turbo goes for broke!! Two-stage acceleration from her Oaks win! Gran Louvre eats her dust! It's a solo run—can you hear her engine roar?! This is Twin Turbo's namesake run! Roar, scream, charge!! From start to finish, full throttle, Twin Turbo claims the Autumn Flower Stakes!! Unbelievable—a second straight Triple Tiara!!"
No shadow of the undefeated ten-crown legend. No past glory. Only the present. She proved she was herself, carving her own title with her unique run.
"I did it!! Turbo's the Triple Tiara!!"
Unlike her collapse after the Oaks, she stood firm, sweat-drenched, breathing hard, her cheers echoed by the crowd. This year's queen. Back-to-back Triple Tiaras didn't matter—just this moment's triumph.
Gran Louvre, second place, bit back frustration but watched Turbo's joy. She'd expected the early escape, but Turbo's pace shattered predictions. They'd planned for the second half, but chasing her burned them out. Turbo forced everyone into her relentless rhythm.
"Twin Turbo!!" Gran Louvre shouted.
Turbo, trembling, met her gaze. Was she scared of Gran's intensity? No strength left to flee after that run.
"W-What… did Turbo do wrong…?"
"Wrong?"
She didn't get it. Didn't realize what she'd done to them—!!
"You did it, Turbo—no, Triple Tiara Twin Turbo. I won't lose next time. My goal was the Autumn Flower Stakes, but now it's you. I'll beat you, take first, make you dance behind me. So—race me again!!"
"Yeah!! Together again!!"
They shook hands firmly. The crowd sighed in relief, thinking Gran might lash out. Insulting, but fine—she'd prove them wrong. She hoisted Turbo's small frame onto her shoulders.
"Here we go!! A Winning Run, not a Winning Live! Wave hard, don't fall!!"
"Woo!! Awesome!! Go, Louvre!!"
"You're too much!!"
Gran Louvre's face shone. The Triple Tiara dream was gone, but a new one emerged: beating Twin Turbo. She'd honor this tiny queen and move forward.
"Hey, Turbo, can I be your rival?"
"Rival?! Yeah, sure!! That makes you Teio's rival too!! Together!!"
"Wait, that's how it works?! Maybe I'll pass…"
"No way!!"
"Kidding! Let's go!!"
I'm Twin Turbo's rival. The word gleamed like a trophy, igniting her heart. Next time, Turbo, you're mine!!
Turbo-Style Bewildering Escape: Instead of disrupting opponents' pace with her ultra-high speed, she makes the pace itself hers.
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