Uma Musume: Rising From the Countryside to Legend!!

As Fujimasa March stepped onto the track, cheers and shouts erupted across Oi Racecourse!

The crowd was calling her name, cheering her on with all their might.

This was the world of Uma Musume. People weren't just drawn in by speed—they were moved by the perseverance, belief, strength, and dreams of the horse girls they loved. It was unconditional admiration for these beautiful racers.

Without question, Fujimasa March's dazzling performance in the Keihin Cup had won over their hearts.

Unsurprisingly, thanks to that show-stopping race, she entered today's Haneda Cup as the #1 Fan Favorite.

"Soaked by rain under overcast skies, a slightly heavy dirt track—1800 meters of fierce competition at Oi Racecourse!

Sixteen Uma Musume are set to battle it out for the first jewel of the South Kanto Triple Crown!

But who will seize glory today?"

As the race approached its start, the iconic music of Oi Racecourse began to blare through the venue.

"Horse girls, prepare to enter the gate!"

The announcer's voice echoed with the wind across every corner of the track.

In the stands, spectators leaned forward, eyes locked on the gates, their expressions filled with anticipation and passion.

"All Uma Musume are in position—it's finally time for the highly anticipated start!"

Inside the gates, every competitor had tuned their focus to a razor's edge, fighting spirit blazing from their eyes.

"And now—the Jpn1 Grade Stakes at Oi Racecourse—The Haneda Cup, 1800 meters, begins!!!"

Red—green!

The light flipped.

Gates open!

All sixteen horse girls burst forward in a stunning synchronized start, kicking off a symbolic clash of champions.

"A beautiful break from all the racers!" the announcer called out.

"They're fully focused—this is shaping up to be another thrilling battle!" added the second commentator.

And among them—Fujimasa March's start was flawless.

She leaned forward, her well-trained legs exploding into motion. Her horseshoes slammed into the mud, launching her forward with terrifying acceleration, slicing through the cluster like a silver arrow.

"Fujimasa March explodes out of the gate! With overwhelming strength and speed, she's tearing through the field!"

"Could she be going for a repeat of the Keihin Cup strategy? Leading from start to finish?!"

But Fujimasa March didn't waver. Her eyes locked forward, unwavering.

Zzzt—!

A flash of silver flickered in her pupils—the flare of her domain.

Her blood boiled.

And in her ears, she still remembered her Trainer's words—

"Use this Big Front to declare your arrival to the world!"

A grin bloomed across her lips.

Lead from start to finish?

Yes—that's exactly what I'll do.

From the first step to the finish line—

Every inch of this race belongs to me!

BOOM!

Her hooves slammed deep into the earth, the ground itself quaking beneath her strides, spraying mud in every direction.

[Domain]—True Self Form!

With an explosive gallop, she accelerated further, going full throttle!

For a moment, her body seemed to blur—then became a silver-white flash, cutting across the track like a blade!

One length! Two lengths! Three!

The distance between her and the rest of the pack widened with terrifying speed—five lengths, and still growing!

"She's going for a Big Front!

Fujimasa March is obliterating the competition, pulling ahead by 7 lengths and still accelerating!"

For a brief moment, the entire Oi Racecourse fell silent in shock.

And then—

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Thunderous cheers erupted like a tidal wave!

A Big Front and a Big Chase were the most visually stunning tactics on an Uma Musume track.

Previously, Inari One had demonstrated the glory of a come-from-behind miracle at the Tenno Sho.

And now—Fujimasa March was showing the world the brilliance of an all-out Front Run.

Front-running was already a taxing tactic. Grabbing and holding the lead early required strength, mental fortitude, and endurance—not to mention the burden of cutting the wind alone.

But a Big Front? That meant throwing everything into the lead—pushing past all limits, crushing the competition in the early and middle segments with raw dominance.

The risk? Losing steam by the final stretch.

Most who attempted it ended up injured or retired from the sheer toll it took.

That's why it was usually a last-resort trump card.

But when it worked?

The sight of a lone horse girl leading the entire pack by over ten lengths was an unparalleled spectacle.

And without doubt, Fujimasa March's blazing silver flash ignited the entire venue!

"Let's go, March!"

"Run!!!"

"A Big Front?! I'm so glad I came today!"

"Charge! Don't stop!"

Even those who came to cheer for other Uma Musume were now turning their eyes toward her—

Toward that silver blur running far ahead of the rest.

In the stands, a man in casualwear opened his thermos, glancing at the suit-wearing guy beside him who was wildly waving and shouting.

"…You're not analyzing today?"

"Analyze my ass! I'm cheering!!"

Even the usually composed analyst was swept up in the moment.

High above, in the best private VIP box of Oi Racecourse—

Symboli Rudolf and Maruzensky stood in silence, eyes fixed on the figure dominating the field.

"…Rudolf?"

Maruzensky spoke softly, arms crossed.

"Yeah. I see it."

Rudolf's expression was grim. Arms folded, her voice carried weight.

"She's only one step away."

[Domain]—a power that even in Central, only three horse girls had ever attained.

And now… Rudolf was witnessing its embryo forming in a local Uma Musume.

"She's even deeper in than Tamamo Cross was…"

She hadn't paid it much mind when Maruzensky first mentioned that Fujimasa March had seen the edge of the Domain.

After all, many Uma Musume had glimpsed it before.

When pushed to the brink, some could briefly cross that threshold.

But remaining there? Let alone stepping into it?

Only one had ever shown true potential before—Tamamo Cross.

Even she hadn't reached her peak yet, still lacking Tenno Sho (Spring) and Takarazuka wins. She couldn't fully wield the Domain yet.

But Fujimasa March…

She wasn't just seeing the Domain—she could choose to enter it at will.

Unthinkable.

As the silver-haired storm flew across the track, Rudolf lowered her gaze in deep thought.

Then, she turned sharply on her heel.

"Come, Maruzensky."

"…To meet that Trainer, right?"

"To meet—Kuroha."

(End of Chapter)

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