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

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.
Medusa_Fic · 194.5k Views

Whisky Tango Foxtrot

Whisky Tango Foxtrot By M.J. Grief He died in World War III. Now he commands a war among the stars. Colonel Kevin Price was British SAS — hardened, disciplined, and killed in combat when Earth tore itself apart. He expected darkness. Instead, he woke up reborn. Now he is Maverick Marshall, the twelfth son of a border Dukedom in a galaxy locked in endless war. The Human–Celestial Alliance stands on the brink of collapse as the Arachnid Empire spreads like a plague across the stars — devouring planets, enslaving species, and leaving nothing behind but ash. They made one mistake. They attacked his Academy. When an Imperial Breach Carrier punches through planetary defences and shock troops rain down like falling meteors, panic spreads. Systems fail. AI grids collapse. Students die. Maverick does not panic. He reorganises. He adapts. He counterattacks. With nothing but discipline, battlefield logic, and memories of a soldier who has already lived and died once, he turns chaos into structure — and structure into survival. He boards the enemy ship. He sends the signal that saves the planet. He proves his doctrine works. And the Alliance takes notice. His unit is reborn as the Star Blades. His name becomes a symbol. But war is not just fought with railguns and plasma arcs. It is fought with politics. With fleets. With alliances. With marriage. Bound to Princess Aelthira Valeira — a Celestial genius who hides devotion behind icy composure — Maverick must navigate royal optics while preparing for total war. Because the Empire does not retreat. It escalates. Breach Carriers will fall again. Shock troops will descend again. Fleets will burn in orbit. And when Maverick’s command ship — a war-carrier built to deploy armies and mechs across entire systems — finally enters the void… The balance of power will shift. The Empire wanted to erase the Alliance’s future. Instead, they forged a commander who has already died once. And this time— He does not intend to lose.
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