With an overwhelming victory, Twilight Song had unequivocally proven her strength to the world.
After all, this was a back-to-back conquest of the 2000 Guineas and the Kentucky Derby.
Forget two G1 races—even telling most Uma Musu that they had to race an OP-level graded stakes in England, then imdiately hop on a plane to Arica for another graded stakes race, would be enough to make them break out in cold sweat.
Not just back-to-back races, but high-stakes competitions? Who could possibly handle that?
Yet Twilight Song hadn’t rely handled graded stakes—these were top-tier G1 events, races of the highest prestige.
And she’d excelled on both turf and dirt, displaying outright dominance in two entirely different arenas.
Yes—dominance was the only word for it.
After the Kentucky Derby, even the most stubborn critics gradually fell silent.
Nothing silences skeptics quite like results.
Want to defeat Twilight Song? The only path was to challenge her openly, head-on, and hope that raw speed might grant even a sliver of victory.
Once more and more Uma Musu realized this, challengers erged at various races, boldly facing off against this phenonal new talent.
If you’re a genius, aren’t we geniuses too? We’re all gifted Uma Musu, so don’t think you’re superior just yet.
Let’s run a race first, and then talk!
Perhaps every G1-level Uma Musu possessed that inherent pride?
Thus, Twilight Song responded to their challenges.
The Belgian Stakes—Victory.
Crushing the second favorite by ten seconds.
The Japanese Derby—Victory.
Crushing the second favorite by thirteen seconds.
The Epsom Derby—Victory.
Crushing the second favorite by fifteen seconds.
The Belmont Stakes—Victory.
Crushing the second favorite by sixteen seconds.
...
Yet, even more shocking was that many now realized:
Had Twilight Song even reached her limit yet?
Considering she was a newly debuted Uma Musu who’d jumped straight into classic races, perhaps the most frightening thing was that...
She hadn’t even reached her peak.
Truly, who in the entire world could possibly stop this newly born legend now?
It was a question everyone pondered.
What those passionately debating fans online didn’t realize, however, was that Twilight Song herself was actually an avid internet lurker.
In fact, her recent hobby, aside from training, had beco browsing any discussion she could find about herself online.
And as for the general state of these discussions... to say it wasn’t optimistic would be putting it mildly.
[Uma_Musu_Is_Number_One!]:Japanese fans won’t like this, but isn’t Twilight Song basically starting her own dynasty?
[Twilight_Song_Best_in_the_World]!:Just asking—why wouldn’t Japanese fans like it? Ruka’s results are phenonal.
[Twilight_Song_Doesn’t_Belong_to_Japan!]:I get it. Look at my ID. Ruka’s clearly an Arican-born Uma Musu, she just debuted in Japan, right?
These types of discussions were everywhere—argunts about Twilight Song’s birthplace, her debut country, and who had "ownership" of her dominated the forums, often turning explosively heated.
Faced with this, Twilight Song could only feel helpless. What could she possibly say? She was just a poor, dying Uma Musu...
In fact, her continuously improving performance was rely the result of compensating with increasingly wrecked health, trading lifespan for stat boosts and skills.
Aside from nationality debates, there were also her fanatics—extre, almost cult-like fans.
How extre?
To the point of proclaiming that Twilight Song was unmatched throughout history, stomping Eclipse, crushing Frankel—absolute madness.
Twilight Song had genuinely tried to stop such talk, but hilariously—
How could she even prove she was actually herself?
Simple internet forums like these didn’t have verified checkmarks. Even uploaded photos appeared blurred and questionable.
After several futile attempts, Twilight Song could only make a single public plea, but it had little effect.
Well, let them argue...
She sighed, glancing at one final ssage, rather unpleasant:
[A_Legend_is_Born!]:We’ve supported Ruka this much. If she ever loses and fails to dominate her era, she should apologize by dying, right?!
Ah, there’s always soone like this. Don’t worry. You’ll see it soon enough.
Twilight Song stood up, leaving her room, but as she crossed the hallway, she spotted an unexpected visitor downstairs, locked in an awkward stare with jiro Ramonu.
Why on earth was she here?
Who was this visitor?
None other than Japan’s own emperor, Symboli Rudolf, whom she’d briefly t before.
Clearly, Rudolf hadn’t crossed the ocean rely to see Ramonu.
Even with Twilight Song’s sister standing directly across from her, the air between them was freezing cold, as if they were total strangers.
Hadn’t Ramonu asked Rudolf for a favor during the Satsuki Sho?
Twilight Song quietly crept down the stairs, tiptoeing toward the kitchen for so water.
You can’t see , you can’t see ...
"Ruka? Co here. She’s looking for you."
Oh, she really is here for , huh, Your Imperial Majesty.
Obediently, Twilight Song sat down next to Ramonu, looking cautiously toward Symboli Rudolf.
"Very well, I’ll get straight to the point. I’m here to invite you to join Japan’s Tracen Academy."
Invite her? Was crossing an entire ocean to New York really necessary for this?
Twilight Song’s confusion showed clearly on her face.
"Don’t underestimate your current worth. Besides, if I’d waited any longer, the Arican branch of Tracen Academy would’ve reached out to you first."
Twilight Song was unquestionably the most internationally famous representative of Japanese racing. But there was one major complication—
In reality, she was an Arican-born Uma Musu who simply debuted in Japan, inevitably sparking endless controversy.
In other words—
This was sothing that could shake the future foundations of Japanese Uma Musu racing. Rudolf’s appearance was precisely to stop this issue in its tracks.
Look, if Twilight Song not only debuted in Japan but officially joined Japan’s Tracen Academy, wouldn’t that essentially an she’d declared herself a Japanese Uma Musu?
All argunts would then end imdiately.
The little filly didn’t grasp this logic imdiately, instead asking a straightforward question.
"You wouldn’t be asking to enroll right away, right?"
"No, you’d officially join next year at the start of the new term."
Oh, next year’s new term? Well, I guess that’d be fine.
After all, she wouldn’t live to see next year anyway.
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