Author's Note: I am not an editor or a pro writer. I will write this the best I can and edit it the best I can. I also do not own Uma Musume, for it is owned by Cygames. Watch the animes, and read the mangas for they are pretty good. Finally, please enjoy.
High Spice POV
"Million Steps."
That's what the media called me.
"The Warrior of Attrition."
They weren't wrong.
Those names didn't just describe my marathon career—they described the life I had to survive to get there.
I didn't grow up in a poor country.
I didn't grow up rich either.
I grew up in the streets, in a family swallowed by crime and drugs. I learned early to say things exactly as I saw them. Brutal honesty was my default setting—but survival taught me when to lie, when to manipulate, and when to disappear.
People already saw me as trouble, so I leaned into it. Joined a gang young. Learned how to fight, how to use weapons, how to read people. I learned business the street way—information, product, demand. Diversify your stock. Always know what people want before they ask for it.
That life ended when the police caught my family.
Somehow, because I was fast, smart, and a little lucky, I avoided juvie and got pushed into the foster system instead. I landed in a home that sent me to a school for "gifted" kids.
That's when things changed.
I already knew knowledge was valuable. I had been an information broker before I knew the term for it. So I absorbed everything—education, skills, habits. I even dressed like a nerd to hide where I came from. Nobody suspected the quiet kid with the books used to run street deals.
I expected to survive.
I didn't expect to fall in love.
One of my foster brothers told me about a kids' marathon fundraiser. Said the prize money would help me out. I figured, why not?
I didn't just win.
I fell in love with running.
I started asking cross-country coaches for advice. Soon, a coach from a prestigious athletic school noticed me. I chose that school for high school and began training properly for long-distance racing.
That's when everything clicked.
With talent and real coaching, I dominated. I chased the hardest marathons I could find—insane routes, brutal terrain, races designed to break people. I won them. That's when the titles started piling up.
Million Steps.
Warrior of Attrition.
My favorite—Marathon King.
I even won multiple Olympic gold medals.
But I knew Father Time always wins. So I made money. Studied hard. Prepared for life after running.
Turns out, I had other talents too.
Back on the streets, I had learned hip-hop, breakdancing, beatboxing—rhythm was survival, expression, and hustle. One of my foster brothers pushed me to try rapping seriously.
I went platinum.
People realized I wasn't just an athlete. I was a performer. A brand. I lived like a king.
So yeah—it's ironic waking up in this world looking like the adorable Rice Shower when I used to look like a handsome menace.
Still, this team? They're my kind of people.
Steel can beat me in a race and a fight. I respect that.
Vic looks after everyone like a big brother.
Mama watches over us all.
Gray is dangerously smart.
GW understands business.
Rose could convince a millionaire to live in a cardboard box.
I vibe hard with ImP, Jo, BlaD, and Lily—we're cut from similar cloth. Honest. Competitive. Driven.
Rain and KiWi? Too loud for me. I like my hearing intact.
Sweets and Norn? Teases, both of them—but hardworking and insanely athletic. Sweets is tougher than she looks. Norn is ridiculously versatile.
I spend most of my time with Jo. The guy studies body mechanics like it's a religion. Training with him got me used to this new body fast. I'm rebuilding my marathon form while sharpening my rap, dance, and performance skills.
Because in this world?
I'm going to be even more successful than the last.
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Then came the meeting.
Freestyle Running.
Obstacle courses. Relays. Terrain adaptability. And marathon distances?
I felt like a warlord hearing about new land to conquer.
I was practically skipping after the meeting. I asked ImP and Lily to teach me freerunning and terrain work. They didn't go easy on me. Their experience showed. I couldn't touch their level—but I learned fast.
With Rain and Jo helping condition my body, I rebuilt myself into something new: a long-distance monster who can handle any terrain.
Fans can boo all they want.
I'm here to become this world's Queen of Stayers.
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Eventually, we got word: an agent was giving us a tryout.
Rose booked a public track. We showed up.
And that's when I saw her.
The most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
I forgot about everything except showing off.
After the run, I walked up, smirked, and said, "Hey, you like what you see?"
She blushed.
From across the track Vic yelled, "Spice! Not now!"
Everyone groaned. I laughed and backed off.
But after the contracts were signed?
I got her number.
We hit it off fast. Really fast.
While she was "searching" for teams for us, we were spending a lot of time together. Lessons, training, and… other activities. We kept it quiet. I still showed up to everything like normal.
Two days after our first night together, she found us a team.
I thought no one knew.
Then Gray walked past me and whispered:
"Good thing you got your girl to find us a team. People were getting impatient. Vic would've loved to know what you were really doing while she was 'searching.'"
She tapped my shoulder and walked away.
I stood there speechless.
Damn.
Gray is good.