Is becoming famous overnight a good thing?
That really depends on the era, the kind of fa, and who exactly is getting all this attention, right?
For soone who wasn’t famous before, born into an era where "traffic is life," gaining instant fa would absolutely be wonderful in every sense. But, aside from this particular scenario, instant fa basically becos nothing but trouble.
Especially—when the person suddenly thrust into the spotlight is already famous enough and doesn’t want to beco even more famous. In that case, sothing good instantly transforms into a thoroughly terrible thing.
Then, for Gotham Song, was this developnt good or bad?
First off, she wasn’t even born in an era that worshipped internet clout, right?
Secondly, she definitely didn’t need this thod of fa again, did she?
And lastly—she absolutely didn’t want this kind of fa at all!
Now I’m facing social death on every possible level!
Gotham Song’s heart churned wildly like storm-driven waves.
Then, what should she do to solve or face this situation?
Heh. Face it? Face what hamr?! Absolutely no facing it. What other option was there when encountering sothing like this? There was only one choice!
Gotham Song flipped herself over lazily in jiro Ardan’s arms, went completely limp in resignation, and comfortably awaited the next day’s sunrise.
Forget clarifying it—clarifying is impossible. Actually, could it even be clarified at this point? But openly admitting it was also impossible—Gotham Song didn’t care about trivial fa, but openly acknowledging it now would an utterly losing any remaining privacy. Her personal life would end up thoroughly stripped bare by the internet.
She couldn’t respond, yet couldn’t not respond—given this dilemma, what other choices did she even have?
So, leaving people on read was actually a kind of wisdom. No matter how high the internet’s discussion soared, Gotham Song herself remained steadfastly unresponsive. What can you all do to , huh?
Anyway, Gotham Song enjoyed an exceptionally restful sleep, discovering a curious virtue that left even herself laughing helplessly.
Why was it that the worse things got, the better she slept? Maybe next ti she suffered insomnia, she could casually make a burner account, log onto her own page, and start insulting herself—using that extra pressure to help lull herself to sleep...?
Damn it, Gotham Song—have so sha!!
Insert more thoughts here, omit further details—under intense exasperation, people truly produced thoughts even they themselves couldn’t quite understand.
Then, what was today’s task?
Gotham Song didn’t actually have much scheduled. But just because she had nothing scheduled didn’t an she had nothing to do. Originally, her plan for today had been to spend a thoroughly lazy day playing video gas at her New York ho, now fully equipped with consoles.
But a ssage she received after returning ho last night disrupted this plan.
Then, exactly what was Gotham Song about to do?
She was going out—to deal with the resident idiot on her own Uma Musu team, Flightline.
Yesterday, Gotham Song had planned to just briefly check ssages and then go straight to sleep after returning ho. Unexpectedly, she received a ssage from Flightline at exactly that mont.
Flightline had apparently bumped into another extrely skilled Uma Musu while wandering around. Even though the other party definitely didn’t look like soone easily provoked, Flightline got thoroughly annoyed—annoyed enough to challenge her to a race. The match was set for the next day—that is, today—at a venue near Gotham Song’s ho.
Truthfully, Gotham Song was utterly speechless after reading this. How should she put it? If it had been any other Uma Musu, she’d probably have felt deeply puzzled—so puzzled she wouldn’t even know how to respond.
But with Flightline involved, all she could think was that this was completely reasonable. Really, wasn’t it strange? Sothing that should have surprised Gotham Song elicited absolutely zero reaction at this mont. All she could say was...
Is this due to human habit? After getting used to Flightline doing stuff like this, have I finally stopped reacting entirely?
Flightline, you’re so overwhelmingly powerful in every sense—it almost counts as a kind of taming?!
Anyway, after washing up and eating breakfast, Gotham Song set off alone. Although her two elder sisters indicated they could co along, today’s trip wasn’t about family—it was a matter of professional responsibility as a Trainer! So, whether emotionally or logically, Gotham Song knew she had to handle this alone.
Because of this, for the first ti in quite a while, she found herself walking the streets solo.
Ahh... No matter how many tis I experience it, it’s still so surreal. She’d just beco an overnight internet sensation yesterday—by the standards of her original world, stepping out onto the street like this without any disguise should’ve resulted in crowds of people blocking her path, begging for photos or autographs, right?
But in this world—in this utterly different Uma Musu world—even though Gotham Song did attract plenty of curious looks, absolutely nobody tried to bother her. She could freely focus on whatever she wanted to do, despite not having disguised herself at all.
Such behavior that defied common sense genuinely amazed her every ti she witnessed it.
But honestly, Gotham Song felt from the bottom of her heart that this was a profoundly good thing—no kidding! If this world hadn’t been like this, if people had been eager to crowd her at every opportunity, would she ever dare walk the streets dressed so lightly?!
Today, Gotham Song chose a simple, pale-blue dress. She didn’t know exactly why, but recently she’d started loving outfits that boldly exposed her shoulders and collarbones, keeping her clothing minimalistic and using her own vibrant hair as the sole accent color. The dress itself was plainly colored, but paired with the natural beauty of an Uma Musu, it simply looked impossibly good.
A pastel-blue, off-shoulder sundress, pale gray open-toed heels, topped with a white, wide-brimd sunhat—the overall fabric coverage was actually quite minimal. Honestly, if it weren’t for the easygoing Uma Musu culture here, she couldn’t even imagine stepping outside in this attire.
Hilarious. Wanting to dress this lightly while strolling outside? Dream on. Forget having just beco internet-famous—even under normal private circumstances, she’d have to cover herself up thoroughly just to step outside.
And bundling up that tightly on a scorching day like today—ugh. Just thinking about it felt suffocating.
No matter how many tis people asked Gotham Song about this, her answer remained steadfastly consistent: she genuinely disliked the ntality that just because you "like" soone, you suddenly feel entitled to swarm around them the mont you see them, occupying their precious ti.
She could certainly understand the emotion behind it, but intense idol worship was honestly too overwhelming for anyone to bear comfortably.
In short, ti flowed slowly onward, and Gotham Song’s journey proceeded at an equally leisurely pace. After all, she was always the type who arrived early to wait for others. There was still roughly an hour until the appointed eting ti with Flightline. Knowing her own child so well...
Flightline, that idiot, probably wouldn’t be late—well, most likely—but she’d definitely wait until five or six minutes before the appointed ti to finally show up. So there was really nothing to worry about; Gotham Song could simply stroll over leisurely without any rush.
And thus, in this utterly carefree manner, Gotham Song eventually arrived at the arranged location.
Aqueduct Racetrack—this familiar yet sowhat distant place. It could be considered Flightline’s ho turf, though Gotham Song herself had also run here countless tis.
However, different from her usual impression of a weekday racetrack, Aqueduct wasn’t empty at all today. Quite the opposite, Gotham Song clearly noticed another group of Uma Musu gathered on the far side, seemingly engaged in everyday training.
Hmm. The track was vast, its running lanes spacious enough to comfortably accommodate regular practice routines... Insert a few thoughts here, omit further details. Indeed, this scenario was quite common here in Arica.
Gotham Song still rembered clearly how the global attitude towards training split neatly into two main types. The first, prevalent here in the West, involved training directly on the very tracks used for official races, only moving to nearby grass fields if the location was too distant or conditions beca inconvenient.
This was precisely what Gotham Song considered most logical—after all, reducing the adaptation cost to unfamiliar tracks naturally provided a powerful advantage.
And as for the second type...?
The other thod was the kind used in Japan: not adapting to the racecourse until maybe one or two days before—or sotis never bothering to get used to it at all—believing firmly that rigorous daily training alone was enough, always running exclusively at the training grounds.
Although the two approaches could cause vastly different managent costs, wasn’t it obvious at a glance which one was better or worse? Gotham Song firmly rejected the Japanese style of training.
So, with such thoughts in mind, when she saw those lively, energetic Arican Uma Musu running far in the distance, Gotham Song didn’t feel even the slightest bit unhappy. Instead, from the very bottom of her heart, she earnestly wished those kids could have a bright and shining future.
These children who still persisted in Uma Musu training at this age had already surpassed many others. They were already candidates who could truly beco racing Uma Musu...
I pray for you all—may you have enough talent and fortune to seize everything you desire.
"It’s intriguing, isn’t it? The kind of futures these children might have?"
"Yes, indeed... huh? Um, who are you?"
Gotham Song sharply turned around, noticing only now that, at so unknown mont, a tall and imposing Uma Musu had stopped beside her.
How should she describe this unfamiliar person who’d suddenly appeared before her eyes? Strangely enough, her very first reaction was... Why does she feel so familiar?
Of course, Gotham Song had never t this Uma Musu before, but sothing about her presence imdiately evoked a powerful sense of déjà vu—because she looked far too similar to Secretariat.
The sa long black hair—though this Uma Musu had chosen to tie it back into a sharper, more heroic ponytail—and similarly scattered bangs across the forehead, not overly thick but distinctly streaked with dark-red highlights, accompanied by golden eyes.
Apart from the absence of shark-like teeth, her face looked astonishingly similar to Secretariat’s. However, when it ca to fashion, the two couldn’t have been more different.
Secretariat’s style always carried a refined air reminiscent of old-fashioned British aristocracy. But this Uma Musu standing before Gotham Song seed far more...
Like soone who could shed her calm exterior in the next instant, draw a gun, and fire without hesitation?!
Gotham Song didn’t quite know how to put her impressions into words. Although the other was clearly an Uma Musu, she exuded an inexplicably dangerous aura—not rely the danger one might feel from a racing Uma Musu, either.
She was truly a fascinating type, wasn’t she? In a certain sense, she seed even more suited to being Secretariat’s adopted daughter than Flightline herself... she looked even more like Secretariat than Flightline did!
As Gotham Song marveled internally, she fell into deep thought.
"Don’t worry—I an no harm. Relax. Or rather, perhaps I should say—I’m actually the real reason you’re here today?"
"You an..."
But once the other spoke, all sharpness vanished. Her tone was unexpectedly friendly as she revealed a fact Gotham Song would never have imagined.
What do you an, my real reason for coming today...? Wasn’t I just here because of Flightline’s business...?
Oh... Oh!
I see!
Gotham Song finally realized everything. Yes, she’d co today because of Flightline—but hadn’t Flightline specifically arranged this appointnt to challenge another Uma Musu?!
In other words—the one Flightline had challenged... was precisely this Uma Musu who’d also arrived early?!
Indeed, if it was the person standing before her now, she definitely had the strength of a powerful racing Uma Musu. Flightline truly had a knack for seeking out tough opponents to bite down on.
Gotham Song didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh. She nodded lightly to show she understood, then sat down first on a nearby bench.
"I didn’t expect you’d arrive early too... Should I call Flightline now and get her to hurry over?"
"No need," the other replied casually. "Waiting idly ans wasting ti doing nothing. Right now, I’m having a conversation with you, so it hardly counts as idle waiting, right? Besides, we’re still ahead of our agreed ti. It’s fine."
It was quite... a novel yet generous way of thinking. But indeed, Gotham Song could fully agree with this reasoning. She nodded slightly, turning her gaze again to the young Uma Musu running in the distance.
"It’s really impossible not to care, isn’t it? The disparity in racing talent among Uma Musu truly... no matter how you look at it, talent is sothing we simply can’t ignore or avoid."
Competitiveness, talent, luck—these were essentially the three biggest factors that determined a racing Uma Musu’s success. And among these, talent was especially critical.
Talent—a thing all racing Uma Musu were forced to value deeply yet could never overco.
"If only every Uma Musu in this world could freely beco a racing Uma Musu."
"But if you actually think about it seriously, such a scenario is terrifying and absurd beyond imagination..."
It was an utterly contradictory yet unavoidable reality.
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