Tracenacademy Stories

The Loop is a cage. The Turf is a stage. Only one road leads out. Miyama Akira was the "Ace" of the Hanshin Expressway, a street-racing prodigy who fled the neon-soaked tunnels of Osaka with nothing but a scarred EK9 Civic and a heavy burden of survivor's guilt. He's a dropout, a delinquent, and a son disowned by the most clinical racing elite in Japan. Finding himself as a trainer at the esteemed Tracen Academy, he forms an unlikely partnership with Curren Chan, the "selfie goddess" with over 3 million followers on Umastagram. Little does he know that this one encounter will change the direction his life will take forever.

"They were born to run. He doesn't remember why... But something inside him does." In the blink of an eye, his entire world changed. Horses no longer ran on four legs beneath jockeys. They stood tall, wore uniforms, laughed, cried, and chased glittering dreams under stadium lights. Every time he watches them run, something inside him stirs. A quiet, unexplainable itch. Their strides feel familiar in a way he can't explain, yet these girls are so much more than what that feeling remembers. A slow-burn story about forgotten bonds he doesn't fully understand, silent longing, and learning to live with what his heart still reaches for. ℧------------------------------------------------------------℧ • A small note: The MC is partly a reflection of me. Some of his feelings, insecurities, and way of seeing the world come from my own life experiences. This obviously means this will be a self insert of sorts, but I hope that makes the story feel a little more real in a way. <3 CREDITS Original cover art done by: ouri (aya pine) The Umamusume Project by Cygames (i am not in any way related to any of the companies/people listed above. all rights to some of the work being used in this story belong to them.)

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.

Meet Aureate Gold. Aptly named: Gold Gold. An eternal joke by his own mother, Gold Ship. And through that, GG's adventure began... In another, alternate world where his mother has yet to bag Torena-san. Would she...? Disclaimer: As always, Fanfic is already an AU to begin with, i won't repeat this again in any chapter.

At Tracen Academy, greatness isn't rare. But monsters? That's something else entirely. You weren't assigned to train a team. You were assigned to survive one. A group made up of legends, prodigies, and absolute anomalies-each one capable of dominating the track alone, each one too powerful, too prideful, or too broken to be guided in any normal way. They don't need a Trainer. They need someone who can keep them from tearing everything apart. From the suffocating pressure of Symboli Rudolf, whose calm authority hides an iron will that demands perfection... To the overwhelming presence of Narita Brian, a lone wolf who runs like nothing else matters-and maybe nothing does... Then there's Orfevre, a self-proclaimed queen who sees the world as something to conquer, not share... And Gentildonna, a ruthless believer in strength above all, whose idea of "training" might leave you questioning who's really in charge... Watching everything with quiet, calculating eyes, Almond Eye stands apart-calm, observant, and far more dangerous than she seems... And then... There's Deep Impact. Silent. Untouchable. The standard itself. She doesn't need guidance. She barely acknowledges your existence. To her, you're not a Trainer. Just someone who writes things down. In a place where egos clash like storms and every step could turn into a battlefield, your role becomes clear: Not to lead. Not to command. But to endure. Because in a group where everyone is a king, a queen, or something far beyond- The real question isn't who will win. It's who will break first.

The first thing anyone notices about Meisho Doto isn't her speed. It's the way she hesitates. A step too late. A quiet apology before anyone says a word. The way she lowers her gaze like she's already expecting to fail. At Tracen Academy, where confidence defines everything, she stands out-not for being the best, but for looking like she doesn't belong at all. And yet... she never stops trying. She stumbles. She overthinks. She doubts herself constantly. But she runs. You notice her by accident. Not because she wins. Not because she stands out. But because, for a brief moment-at the very end of a race-she changes. In the final stretch, the hesitation disappears. Her steps sharpen. The fear that holds her back seems to vanish, and suddenly, impossibly... She surges forward. Like someone who forgot how to be afraid. It never lasts. As soon as the race ends, so does that version of her. She returns to being the same anxious girl, apologizing under her breath, convinced she didn't deserve even that moment. But you saw it. And once you see something like that... you can't ignore it. This isn't the story of a perfect runner. It's the story of someone fighting against herself. Of a girl who believes she's always one step behind... and the slow, fragile journey of learning that maybe-just maybe-she can move forward anyway. Not because someone saves her. But because, this time... she won't have to run alone.