Umamusume's days are numbered

Miss Racer Girl, whose days are numbered and who is in a state of despair.

After traveling to another world, he finally had the legs he had always dreamed of and gained a healthy body.

Just when he was about to realize his dream on the football field, the nightmare of his previous life followed.

This is a race, not only with other horse girls, but also with yourself.

Let me see how the lofty soul drags its decaying body into the blue sky.

I will run faster than my shadow.

I want to run faster than time.

I want to run faster than light.

I am the phoenix that has been reborn from the ashes. I am the number one undefeated champion in the country.

One day, all of you will remember my name——

I am Platinum, I am Sintelaiya.

I will be a big shock to everyone.

Shigemachi (?)

The Golden Cycle-Style Relationship (?)

What about me? (Image?)

You arrived just in time.jpg (?)

(New author, new book, please take care of me, brothers and sisters)

Episode 1: Refugees and Phantom Limbs

"Name?"

"...I think it's Hintelia, just call me Platinum."

Junkawa Tessuna blinked and glanced at the girl sitting opposite him.

···should?

"So, Miss Platinum doesn't appear to be a native of this country?"

"Hmm... do I look like a native of this country?"

Listening to the broken Japanese spoken on the other end, Junkawa Tezuna thought carefully for two seconds, then shook his head: "I don't think you are."

“That’s true…” the girl opposite sighed. “I don’t think I look like one either. If I had to say my nationality… I’d probably say Polish, even though I don’t speak a word of Polish.”

Surugawa Tessuna's hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

···perhaps?

"Um..." Junkawa Tessuna cleared his throat, his smile faltering slightly. "So, may I ask, Miss Platinum..."

Are you sure you want to register for the debut battle that's about to start today?

The girl rolled her eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

If I could, I wouldn't want to be like this.

It all started three hours ago.

The girl stood in the mirror in the mall, pinching her cheeks, and then pinched her own cheeks in response to her reflection.

She patted herself, and immediately saw her cheeks turn bright red in the mirror. She patted her cheeks without holding back at all.

"Hmm..." The girl pondered for a moment, then pinched her own ear—not the ear that a normal person would pinch near their temple, but the white, diamond-shaped ear that was on the top of her head.

"Ouch!" The girl immediately loosened her grip. This ear wasn't just real; it was actually quite sensitive.

As if sensing its owner's will, the ears on its head twitched in response.

Rubbing her eyes, the girl looked at herself in the mirror. Her face, still somewhat childlike yet already showing signs of allure, her waist slender and graceful, and her body, beginning to develop, like a flower bud about to bloom, brimming with youthful innocence and hopeful promise. Most striking were her slender legs; accentuated by open-toed sandals, they appeared almost translucent, like glass, dazzlingly white in the sunlight.

Not only were her legs fair, but everything on the girl's body was white except for her rosy lips, her dark, layered eyes that looked like black holes, and her pink fingernails. This included her flowing ponytail and waist-length hair, making her look like a sculpture that had just been carved.

On another note, her body proportions were truly astonishing... Despite not appearing particularly tall, her legs were exceptionally eye-catching. The girl twirled in front of the mirror, and her legs, as if following her will, displayed themselves in the mirror as well.

After admiring her perfect body in front of the mirror, the girl crossed her arms and nodded.

—Sure enough, no matter how you look at it, this isn't me.

No, did you really think your brain turned to mush just because you were in the hospital? It's more accurate to say that it's precisely because you used to spend so much time lying in the hospital that you ended up scrolling through your phone all day with nothing to do...

Although she looks much younger and her pupils are a different color—but Kuranta should be staying peacefully on Terra, Miss Platinum?

Or perhaps, to escape endless overtime, it actually threw out a great success and fled to another dimension...?

Is this some kind of joke? I remember not long ago I was lying in a hospital bed, my body teeming with bacteria, every drop of blood in every vein undergoing a qualitative change, even breathing becoming a luxury—

A classic incurable disease, an untreatable terminal illness. A mutated strain that began ravaging the world in the 1930s, more terrifying than any previous infectious disease, a catastrophe sweeping across the globe. Infected individuals first cough up blood, then gradually lose their five senses, their internal systems thrown into chaos, leaving them bedridden like corpses. When it invades the brain, even perception of the outside world is impaired, as if the brain is trying to detach from the body…

Why such detailed information? Of course, it's because these are all my own personal experiences.

I already thought losing both legs at the age of ten while trying to help someone was tragic enough. Forget playing basketball, I couldn't even run on the playground like before, and I couldn't even attend a normal school. And now, inexplicably, I'm bedridden, and now I can't even sit up…

So what? Is this actually her deathbed? The girl turned around in front of the mirror again. In fact, she was about to breathe her last. Her brain was creating this image of heaven to comfort herself and let her go smoothly.

...But that's not right either. If I were to dream, I would desperately want a body free of illness, strong and healthy legs, and ideally, a lovely girlfriend for a sweet romance...But how can I find a girlfriend looking like this?

Did my brain somehow mix all these wishes together? This is even less reliable than Fuyuki's Holy Grail!

On another note… the girl stretched her arms, pulled at her chest, and bent over. Her supple waist instantly bent, and the girl easily touched her toes. If this was a dream, it felt too real, didn't it? Or is this what a dying dream is like?

And... even the sensation of her legs was reproduced without reservation. The girl touched her smooth, seemingly freshly polished legs again. She hadn't felt the touch of her legs in so long that she didn't even know how to walk at first.

"Daddy! Look at that horse lady over there, she's so strange!" The little girl, being led by her father, passed by the girl. The innocent and naive child tilted her head, looked at the girl striking a difficult pose, pointed at her, and shouted.

Hey, that language sounds so familiar. It's a language that feels both familiar and unfamiliar... like the kind of language I've always seen on screen... The girl straightened up and looked at the child pointing at her with a puzzled expression.

Something's not right. There are 108.3 million instances of something being wrong.

"Don't bother them... Remember what I taught you..." The father whispered to the child in the same words, then smiled apologetically at the girl and quickly led the child away.

The girl stared blankly as the father and daughter walked away, then glanced around. The towering shopping mall, at least six stories high, had a transparent glass ceiling that let sunlight stream directly into the lobby. Crowds thronged the place, a cacophony of voices filling the air. She felt herself being stared at by passersby because of her strange behavior and unusual appearance.

But that's not the point. The shop signs, the banners on the street, the advertisements playing on the TV screens...

Why is everything in Japanese?

As if waking from a deep dream, the girl trembled as she covered her face and slowly squatted down. Even so, the blush at her temples could not be hidden at all.

"No way..." the girl squeezed out a tiny, mosquito-like voice through her teeth.

"...In short, let me sort out the situation first." The girl remained squatting and slowly moved to the chair next to her, trying to make herself look like an ordinary mushroom and fade out of everyone's sight.

If I'm not just going through my own revolving lantern—could I have gotten rid of my previous body and come to a completely new world?

If it were true, though the hope seemed slim, she wouldn't beg for a chance to start over to fall on her, who was always so unlucky—the girl's eyes were shining through the gaps between her fingers covering her cheek.

Can I start a new chapter in my life with a healthy body?

Don't be ridiculous! If I really had that chance, I'd give my soul to the devil!

Being able to stand up again, being able to run again... is something I never dared to dream of before.

Okay, if fate really smiles upon me and gives me a chance to start over—this time I must live this life without regrets!

The girl raised her arm and waved it excitedly in the air.

Okay, so first, let's find a place to settle down.

The girl was groping herself, not in a lewd way—as she groped, she suddenly felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water, and her expression became embarrassed.

Identification, wallet, keys... that's all, I didn't even have a cell phone on me.

He was penniless. Apart from the thin layer of clothing he was wearing, he couldn't find anything else even if he turned himself upside down.

Without identification, a stranger in a strange land, struggling even to communicate normally, let alone write, and lacking any documents to prove his identity…

They have neither money nor legal status... There's a clearer definition: refugees.

I felt like a refugee thrown into this metropolis. If things continued like this, forget about living a happy and fulfilling life again. Before long, I would be drinking tap water, rummaging through garbage cans, sleeping under bridges, and becoming one of the scavengers.

No way! I'd rather be homeless at least ten years after I die!

The girl covered her mouth and screamed silently.

I really don't want to actually use the wilderness survival knowledge I learned when I was bored in the past in the concrete jungle of the city! If things continue like this, I'll become the most embarrassing time traveler in history!

Otherwise, how about... how about going to work on the construction site and laying bricks? She looks thin now, but she's actually incredibly strong and a top-notch worker on the construction site... A bead of cold sweat appeared on the girl's face.

At least, make sure your stomach doesn't go hungry.

"...So, in the recently concluded Takarazuka Memorial event, Miss Mejiro McQueen narrowly lost to Miss Mejiro Ryan."

"What a pity, the winning streak has been broken. However, the opponent is Mejiro Ryan, who has changed his running style, so it can be said to be a fierce battle without any fluff."

"Hopefully, Ms. Megumi McQueen can regain her momentum and recapture her former glory..."

The voices of two presenters talking on the television next to her reached the girl's ears. She twitched her diamond-shaped ears and looked up at the television.

On television, footage of the race was being broadcast—on a green, winding racecourse, a group of girls galloped past the camera, the vibrations from their footsteps causing the camera to shake slightly. Among these girls, the most dazzling were undoubtedly two—Megiakuro McQueen and Megiakuro Ryan, their hair flowing in the wind; even the girls behind them, closely following closely, had no chance of overtaking them.

The girl was stunned, not because she was shocked by the beauty of the two Mejiro family horse girls—she hadn't even had enough of looking at herself yet.

On television, without a doubt, what was running were not racehorses... Instead, there were girls with ponytails and diamond-shaped ears on their heads.

"Really...?" The girl stared blankly at the TV screen, and unconsciously stood up, almost leaning on the TV screen, even though the video had long since ended.

She understood. She understood why no one found it strange that she could so openly sport a pair of horse ears and a horse tail.

Because this is not surprising at all. This is just how the world is.

Like fairies born from the goddess, these girls, carrying their dreams, step onto the green track and exchange their sweat for glory—that's how the world is.

The girl's eyes lit up again. She had no other choice: sleeping under a bridge on a construction site or taking a gamble... which would she choose?

Let's rewind to the present. The girl who calls herself Platinum only feels a soreness in her teeth.

Ultimately, it's absurd to think that someone would go to the nearest horse farm to demand a debut performance just because they watched a TV show.

Although it was indeed a coincidence that I bumped into them... but these undebuted horse girls all come from Treson Academy, you know?

In other words, they all underwent solid training, gained a certain level of recognition, and had the confidence to debut before stepping onto this track.

What do I have to compare with others?

That's not even the most important thing... Am I out of my mind? Without identification, I can't work or find a place to stay, so how am I supposed to be able to run?

I was laughing at my own stupidity. I almost wanted to say to myself: "Hey, stop joking. Are you starving or something?"

At this point, after the initial excitement subsided, our Miss Platinum began to feel apprehensive and wanted to find a chance to sneak away.

That's not the most important thing either.

The girl secretly glanced at Ms. Tsuna, who was sitting opposite her looking troubled.

That expression clearly wasn't about whether or not to participate in the competition, but rather whether or not to call the police!

If the police arrive and find that you, who look like a foreigner, are not only penniless and unable to speak, but also have no identification...

Refugees, definitely illegal immigrants!

I might end up being invited to a pork chop rice restaurant!

What to do, what to do, what to do? Miss Platinum was sweating profusely.

Episode 2 Running and Cowardice

Miss Platinum was sweating profusely.

At this moment, if I were to reconcile with Ms. Tsuna... and then turn around and say I don't want to register anymore, would I be able to keep my freedom?

Ultimately, it's not really appropriate for someone like me, who's only recently grown two legs, to run alongside a bunch of energetic pony girls, right?