After transmigrating to Tracen Academy in the world of Uma Musume, Kitahara Sota’s sole ambition is to slack off.
When the Chairwoman calls, he pretends not to hear; invitations from the Mejiro family are ignored; when the Student Council approaches, he feigns sleep; and if an Uma Musume directly nominates him as her trainer, he simply vanishes without a trace.
“I hope you’re treating your life with the same attitude,” someone remarks.
“Yeah, sure, whatever you say,” Sota nods absently, his eyes fixed on the glowing crimson display of [Unique Skills] before him.
He firmly believes that as long as he’s lazy enough, even a heavy track can’t catch up to him.
Reality quickly proves him right. Soon, his reputation as an incurable slacker spreads, leading all of Tracen Academy to unanimously acknowledge him as…
…A walking Matatabi, the Three Goddesses’ Chosen, guardian of Tracen, and savior of Uma Musume everywhere.
Kitahara Sota: “…Huh?”
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“Tracen Academy, huh…”
Kitahara Sota looked up at the vast campus before him—large enough to rival a small city—then glanced down at the trainer ID badge hanging crookedly around his neck. He let out a sigh.
“In the end, I still couldn’t avoid this.”
Tracen Academy, officially the Japan Uma Musume Training Center Gakuen, was operated by the Uma Musume Racing Association (URA) and considered Japan’s most elite institution for training Uma Musume.
Trainers were instructors employed by Tracen, responsible specifically for guiding and nurturing Uma Musume—essentially private tutors.
High salary, excellent benefits, free meals and lodging, respectable social status, and surrounded by beautiful girls—it sounded like a perfect job.
At least, that’s how outsiders saw it.
But for those in the know…
“Do you guys have any idea how strong active Uma Musume are?”
“Even the most ordinary Uma Musume, after undergoing proper training, possess physical capabilities at least three times that of a regular human. As for professionally trained racers, any one of them could easily overpower an adult male without breaking a sweat.”
“And because they spend most of their lives focused on competition, their competitive spirit and assertiveness far surpass normal humans. Especially during their adolescence, when they’re even more impulsive and emotionally sensitive.”
“Do you understand what this means?”
“It means the moment you become too close and develop feelings you shouldn’t, your life’s countdown has already begun.”
“It’s not like they’ll deliberately harm you. But given their extraordinary physical strength, even a harmless joke can seriously injure you.”
“And if you dare reject their ‘good intentions’ or upset them in any way, they might resort to extreme measures.”
“Scratches, bites, stalking, confinement, basements, shattered pelvises…”
“Every year, countless trainers end up hospitalized because of the Uma Musume under their care. Even fatalities aren’t unheard of.”
“To outsiders, our job might seem glamorous and safe, but the reality is that trainer injuries rival even front-line police officers. Trainer turnover rate ranks highest among all professions.”
“Maintain proper distance—not just with your assigned Uma Musume, but with every Uma Musume. Never, ever develop inappropriate feelings. That’s my only advice to you.”
During a trainer orientation lecture, an experienced veteran trainer had given this solemn warning to the newcomers.
At the time, the trainees had laughed it off. After all, public perception held Uma Musume as blessed beings chosen by the Three Goddesses. How could they possibly behave in such ways?
Even if they did, surely those were isolated cases and couldn’t represent Uma Musume as a whole.
But Kitahara Sota knew the veteran trainer was telling the truth.
As someone who’d transmigrated into this world over a decade ago, and due to certain circumstances had interacted frequently with Uma Musume, he understood them very well.
Possessing both superhuman strength and immature minds, Uma Musume were essentially ferocious beasts living within modern civilization.
And because their intelligence matched humans’, they were often more terrifying than wild animals.
Tracen Academy headquarters was a gathering place for elite Uma Musume.
In other words, the Uma Musume here were far more powerful—and far more terrifying—than any elsewhere.
In his previous life, he’d been an avid player of the Uma Musume mobile game, always digging through obscure fanfiction and leaving comments like “Not twisted enough” or “Boring, show me rivers of blood!”
But when it became his own reality, he’d chickened out immediately.
He was still young, after all. He didn’t want to end up locked in someone’s basement or have his pelvis shattered.
If possible, forget Tracen HQ—he didn’t even want to interact with any Uma Musume at all.
But unfortunately, he had no choice.
The original owner of this body had lost his parents, leaving him in poverty—if not penniless, then at least destitute.
He’d tried other jobs, but the oppressive JP corporate culture was unbearable, and wages were so low they barely covered living expenses.
After numerous failures, he ultimately grit his teeth and applied at Tracen HQ.
Great risks brought great rewards, after all. Trainers here had outrageously high base salaries, and he figured that if he simply kept his head down, idling away and avoiding trouble until his contract ended, he could walk away with plenty of cash. He doubted anything could go wrong if he kept himself invisible.
Moreover, he’d prepared in advance by arranging for an Uma Musume he knew to transfer into the academy, intending for her to become his “tantou”—the designated Uma Musume under his care.
Though she was eccentric and completely unknown in the game’s canon—likely just an average, background character who wouldn’t win him any races or prize money—that didn’t matter, since he never intended to win anyway.
Most importantly, he knew her thoroughly and could guarantee she was safe.
And that was good enough.
Imagining his beautiful future of idleness ahead, Kitahara Sota took a deep breath, pasted on a smile, and stepped through the gates of Tracen Academy, which seemed to him like the gaping maw of a bottomless abyss.
…
Once inside Tracen, a harmonious scene unfolded before him.
Clean, wide streets, neatly trimmed lawns, and Uma Musume strolling leisurely, chatting cheerfully—an atmosphere overflowing with youth and happiness.
Plenty of trainers were around, too, all looking perfectly normal, no missing limbs, some chatting comfortably with their assigned Uma Musume about their upcoming training schedules.
“What a pleasant environment…”
Though he knew the academy wasn’t actually as peaceful as it seemed, Kitahara Sota couldn’t help but feel a faint doubt about his prior assumptions.
Sure, the rumors weren’t false, but this was still a proper academy—the face of the entire Uma Musume world. Perhaps it wasn’t quite as sinister and dangerous as he’d—
“N-no… stop… not here…”
“Please, I have a fiancée…”
Passing by an abandoned warehouse, Kitahara Sota vaguely heard something disturbing, quickening his pace as his expression turned complicated.
Well, never mind. Seems like it’s the same everywhere.
After wandering around briefly and familiarizing himself with the campus, he headed to a shaded area in the southwest corner, where he’d agreed to meet her.
Since it wasn’t time yet, Kitahara Sota found a comfortable spot, lay down in the shade, took out his phone, and prepared to kill some time watching videos.
A moment later, footsteps approached.
Without even looking up, Kitahara Sota spoke casually.
“Eclipse, what do you think of this school?”
“It’s not bad.”
A slightly cold, feminine voice answered, stopping in front of him, sounding a bit puzzled.
“But the Uma Musume here seem a little too enthusiastic. It’s making me uncomfortable.”
“You’ll get used to it soon enough. Everyone here is really friendly,” chimed another lively voice.
Surprised at this unfamiliar voice, Kitahara Sota finally looked up.
He’d heard only one set of footsteps, which was why he’d spoken so casually. He hadn’t expected someone else to be here.
Or rather, another Uma Musume.
Brown hair playfully highlighted with a distinctive streak of white, vivid blue eyes radiating energy, and an infectiously cheerful expression—her overflowing vitality was nearly tangible.
She’s adorable.
That was the reaction of almost everyone who first met her.
But not Kitahara Sota.
The moment he saw her face, his heart skipped a beat.
As if intentionally ignoring his reaction, the Uma Musume named Eclipse coughed lightly, then introduced the newcomer.
“She’s a friend I just made.”
“Tokai Teio.”
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T/N: ECLIPSE??? THE LEGENDARY ECLIPSE??
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