[The script mission has been successfully constructed.]
The moment Dream Weaver opened her eyes, a blinding, intense light made her instantly aware that she had entered the so-called script.
Squinting to adjust to the sudden brightness, she silently called up the mission panel in her mind.
As she willed it, a semi-transparent blue panel materialized before her eyes.
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[Script Mission: The Path to a Top-Class Uma Musume]
I. Main Objective
Win one Triple Crown race and become a top-class Uma Musume.
Rewards: 7000 SP + Stage Pass ×1 + Skill Awakening Scroll
II. Phase Objectives
1. Win any G3 race.
Rewards: 1000 SP + Potential Detection Glasses
2. Win any G2 race.
Rewards: 3000 SP + Gravity-Adjusting Horseshoes
Note: This script world is a growth-type scenario. The host will start from scratch to improve her attributes. Upon completion of the main mission, two of the rewards may be brought back to the real world.
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Start from scratch? Before Dream Weaver could fully process the information on the mission panel, a sharp pain shot through her head, and memories belonging to this script flooded her mind like a rushing spring.
Several minutes later, she gradually regained her senses amidst the torrent of memories. Subconsciously, she waved a hand in front of her face.
Staring at her childish hands, Dream Weaver couldn't help but murmur to herself, "Starting from zero, huh…"
After being reborn as an Uma Musume, she hadn't felt that innate passion for racing. Stepping onto the track was more about not disappointing her mother's expectations than anything else.
Because of that, Dream Weaver hadn't set any major goals for herself early on, nor had she trained from a young age. Her initial plan was simply to use her rebirth advantage to get into a good university and find a decent job.
But fate had other plans. Her mother's sudden critical illness and the overwhelming hospital bills shattered Dream Weaver's calculations. She gave up her spot at the prestigious high school she'd been accepted to and, after two months of intense summer training, barely managed to test into Tracen Academy.
If she could really start from zero now… just how far could she go?
Dream Weaver instinctively slipped into deep thought. Uma Musume enter a period called "Maturation" —a phase where—at a certain age, where their abilities evolve dramatically.
She'd only managed to test into Tracen Academy after two months of summer training thanks to the onset of her Maturation.
But that didn't mean training before Maturation was pointless. Otherwise, how could those famous racing families consistently produce so many talents?
Even with excellent innate gifts, without training from a young age, potential couldn't be transformed into true glory.
Of course, there were Uma Musume on the track who could lead the pack even without childhood training.
But Dream Weaver didn't consider herself one of those geniuses. So, to her, the pre-Maturation training period felt even more precious.
Having lived two lives, Dream Weaver understood better than anyone that time was always in short supply.
Decision made! She'd start drafting a training plan right now!
Fired up with resolve, Dream Weaver shot to her feet, shoving her chair and desk with a loud screech. A few surprised gasps sounded around her.
"Um… Dream Weaver? We can't be moving around like that during class, okay?"
At the blackboard, a young female teacher smiled helplessly and beckoned to her.
Only then, jolted from her thoughts, did Dream Weaver finally take in her surroundings. She glanced around: besides the teacher at the blackboard, the classroom was full of little kids staring at her in astonishment. She began to sweat.
"Dream Weaver? Elementary school is different from kindergarten, you know. Everyone needs to sit nicely in their chairs during lessons."
Seeing Dream Weaver speechless, the young teacher didn't seem angry at all, just resigned, speaking to her in a gentle, coaxing tone meant for small children.
At that, Dream Weaver, now sweating bullets, shifted her dazed gaze to the blackboard.
Written there in elegant chalk were a few large characters:
Tracen Affiliated Elementary School — First Grade Orientation.
Dream Weaver, age six. First grader.
After that, Dream Weaver quietly moved her desk and chair back into place and sat stiffly, staring blankly at the teacher in front of the blackboard. Even after the teacher clapped her hands to dismiss the class, she remained stuck in place, unable to snap out of it.
Sitting amidst the noisy elementary schoolers, her mind was a tangled mess.
She'd only considered the possibilities of starting training from zero but had forgotten to check her actual age. How was a first-grade Uma Musume even supposed to train? Dream Weaver had no idea, which explained her current brain-freeze state.
However, her confusion was soon interrupted by a loud, though still undeniably childish, voice.
"Oh—ho ho ho ho! My foolish little sister! How are you finding elementary school? Would you like your top-class big sister to show you around?"
Hearing the voice, Dream Weaver turned her head stiffly.
Before her stood a noble and elegant Uma Musume with long brown hair. Her ears, adorned with sapphire blue ribbons, twitched excitedly yet gracefully in the air.
Or she would have seemed that way, if she weren't also an elementary schooler.
What stood before Dream Weaver was just a little grade-schooler laughing with an exaggerated "Oh ho ho ho!" Stranger still, she was surrounded by a group of other small children clinging to her.
Even though Dream Weaver had accepted the script's memories, as much as she didn't want to admit it, this little girl was indeed her older sister—
King Halo.
Currently enrolled at Tracen Affiliated Elementary School, Class President of Class 2-1.
Dream Weaver opened her mouth, trying to say something, but she couldn't form any words.
Even with two lifetimes under her belt, she still hadn't learned how to speak to her sister—who was also an elementary schooler but acted like she had a chuunibyou complex—as a younger sister.
Seriously, is that even something you can learn in two lifetimes?!
Frustrated by her speechlessness, she even felt annoyed at herself for overthinking it.
Watching Dream Weaver's cheeks flush red and her little mouth open and close without making a sound, King Halo seemed to misunderstand. With a flourish, she waved away the fawning followers surrounding her.
Hands on her hips, head held high, King Halo looked at her sister excitedly.
"Was big sister's popularity too overwhelming for you? Well, it can't be helped! After all, I am a top-class class president!"
As she spoke, she took Dream Weaver's hand.
"But don't you worry! Your big sister won't be stolen away. Because I'm also a top-class older sister!"
Proudly thumping her chest, King Halo pulled Dream Weaver up from her seat.
"Now, let your big sister introduce you to the world of elementary school!"
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