Sensha Do is a and always is a Japanese tradition after the finals in all the girls tankers school soon later found out that in the west like America and other countries have their different version of this sport having not like the style on how the west made their own tradition sport is that they challenge the schools in the west for the shut-down project of their tanker sport mostly on America as they will have a small war game. Somewhere in Pacific's where the U.S and Japan set their small game but for the both side of America and Japan there is one question that everyone still wonder...... Who is the Best Tanker?

The thumbnail is a WORK IN PROGRESS. Azur Lane x World of Warships x Female OC Fanfic If you spot any errors in this story, grammatical or otherwise, please point them out. --- A remastered version of the original "Azur Lane x World of Warships: The Sirens!". With major changes to the Main Character's personality and backstory.

America does not protect its Umamusume. It disciplines them. Halo has never debuted. She has never stood beneath stadium lights. But four trainers have already left on stretchers. She reacts to restraint with violence. She kills birds when they fly too close. She has learned that hands reaching for her mean pain. So she strikes first. Now she wears a shock collar. And the remote has been placed in the hands of a boy who looks like he could collapse if the wind blows too hard. Y/N is weak. Sick. Outmatched. They told him to use the button. They told him she would destroy him. They told him not to hesitate. Halo is ready to run. Ready to hurt. Ready to prove that kindness is just another lie before the shock hits. But he does not press the trigger. And she does not know what to do with that. This is not redemption. This is what happens when violence is no longer met with violence.

Having been born with an older sister who was an Umamusume, Y/N L/N had been infatuated with running ever since he was little. More than anything else, however, he just wanted to run with his sister. However, his human body could only go so fast. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Male Reader x Agnes Tachyon. Because she's my favorite. And I wanna see her happy n shit. For fun. Criticism is always welcome. Cover was drawn by @yongyong_art on Twitter/X.

She's the older sister of the future greatest horse girl! Even though her body is disabled, she's always ready to support her little sister no matter what! But seriously... why is Oguri such a goofball!? Disclaimer: this story by ผมรักม้ากินจุ/I love oguri on Dek-d, Am just Translating Original Title: พี่สาวของโอกุริจะน่าสงสารเกินไปเเล้ว!

Book II Symboli Rudolf this time! Y/N is effectively an errand boy at Tracen, constantly being sent on fetch quests for Trainers and other staff. However, he has more to him than those around him can see. He aspires to be a trainer but his luck has never made it possible. However, his luck causes him to meet The Emperor. The same Emperor who may just turn his life around while he does the same to hers. Cover by Satsuki (miicat) on Danbooru Umamusume belongs to Cygames You belong to you

Once hailed as the second fastest man in human history, he conquered the Olympic stage, shattered records, and carried a nation's expectations on his shoulders. And then... he disappeared. No farewell speech. No final race. Just silence. The world believed he retired at the peak. Only he knew the truth. What once felt like wind and freedom became weight and obligation. So he walked away. Then, as if fate gave him a sign. He saw his parents watching umamusume race and that is where it all began. Disclaimer: I do not own Uma Musume or any of its characters. All rights belong to their original creators and to Cygames. This story is created purely for entertainment and non-commercial purposes.

Umamusume × Male Reader He bet everything on one race. He lost. Now, drowning in debt, a washed-up gambler and old teenager named Y/N is given one final, insane chance at redemption: manage a team of five chaotic Umamusume. The track is his new casino. Every race is a high-stakes wager. And his only assets are his frayed nerves and a team that's as likely to cause a disaster as they are to win one. Welcome to the madness between Y/N and his trainees...

Genre: Anthropomorphic, Drama, Parody, Racing, Psychological, School, Seinen, Slice of Life, Sports Synopsis: Tracen Academy is an academy to train Umamusumes to compete in the Twinkle series. However, one day, a mysterious blind Umamusume appeared in the front gate wearing the same school's sailor uniform as everyone wearing, claiming to be a transfer student that not even the Student Council knew that she was coming. For someone who is different and has a clear disadvantage, how does she cope to become part of the academy? And what is her goal for coming to Tracen Academy? "Does coming to this place...will change anything?" Disclaimer: I do not own the game/story of the Umamusume: Pretty Derby/Cinderella Grey. I only own the original characters I will be inserting in this fanfiction. All credits to the original owner of the game/story, Cygames. Also, the events that will occur in this fanfiction will be nothing more than pure fantasy and will have no connection to any real-life events. I will only follow the events that occurred in the game, anime, and manga.

General Wilhelm Strasse and Frau Irene Engel are dead. Riots are rising in the United States. What is left of the Oberkommando fears the iron grip of the Greater Third Reich has begun to falter. Desperation breeds ambition, and within the shadowed halls of the SS Special Projects Division, a bold new vision is born. One that seeks salvation not on Earth, but beyond it. Determined to keep dominance, the Reich sets its sights on other worlds, planning to siphon the veil energy to fuel its monstrous war machines. At the helm of this audacious campaign stands the Kriegsmarine, by orders of Oberflaggshiff KMS Bismarck. The Reich's elite Kansens are mobilized through the borders of dimensions, ready to conquer the new world. But the world they arrive in is far from unclaimed. It is already a battlefield, plagued not by fascist regimes, but by something far older and far stranger: the Sirens. Two worlds. Two wars. And a collision that may shatter both. Disclaimer: This story may contain strong language, sensitive topics, and violence. Viewers' discretion is advised. (I don't own either Wolfenstein or Azur Lane, and the photos used here belong to their respective authors. Some images are edited by me, but still use other people's art.)