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.
Imperial Punk POV
No one is perfect. And if someone looks perfect, they're lying.
When we first met, all I saw were scared, defensive strangers trying to act tougher than they felt. But nobody is fully bad, and nobody is fully good. Once introductions ended and everyone calmed down, I started doing what I do best—observing.
I acted like myself because I didn't know how to be anyone else. At least, that's what I thought… until I woke up looking like a Tokai Teio look-alike.
So I did what I always do when things get weird: I stuck to what I know. Punk rock. Running. Parkour. Routine. Movement. And that's when I learned something important.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
I'm still the punk-loving, brutally honest, hyper-observant freerunner and track addict I've always been. Just… stronger. Faster. Sharper.
I'm not stupid, so I studied this body. Got checkups. Tested limits. Turns out I'm in perfect condition, and all my old skills transferred over. The only thing left is refining this new physicality to mastery.
I remembered Teio's injury history. That meant one rule: stretch, warm up, rest, repeat. No shortcuts.
As I trained with the team, I started really seeing them.
Vic is a proud, caring leader hiding quiet self-confidence issues behind humility.
Mama is observant and deeply motherly, but fiercely competitive. She struggles with sabotage because in her past, racing was simple—just run forward as fast as possible.
Gray is untalented, petty, kind of a jerk… but also brilliant, sensible, and relentless.
GW is too forgiving for her own good, which dulls her competitive edge, but she's naturally tough and gifted.
Rose is a skilled liar with trust issues and a discomfort with touch that tells a story she hasn't shared.
Rain is hardworking, idealistic, and stubbornly tenacious, but expects too much from others because she expects too much from herself.
Then there's Lily—the one who's been hanging around me a lot. You'd think she'd hate being called Lily since she used to be a man, but she doesn't care. She only cares about competition. She's stoic to the point people think she's toxic. The truth? She's terrible at communicating what she means. I started helping others understand her. Now she keeps sneaking glances at me like I can't see them.
Steel is strength personified, but she was hiding something. During introductions, I nudged Norn into sharing she was bi, which dominoed into everyone sharing truths. That's how Steel revealed she had been a woman in a man's body before. KiWi somehow diffused the tension, and we moved on. Steel still treats rock-paper-scissors like a world championship.
Spice is talented, honest, hardworking… and arrogant as hell. She's selfish about her desires and didn't realize Lily and I knew she was dating Ayana while Ayana was busting her ass trying to help us. I had to manipulate Spice into getting out of her own way so she could refocus on her goals. Even Gray was ready to step in before I told him I had it handled.
Sweets is kind, girly, tough as nails, and shares Vic's confidence issues.
BlaD is a musical and athletic prodigy, obsessed with rock and roll to a cult level, but her pride messes with her timing.
Jo is a mad scientist who studies the human body like a lab project. Weird as hell. Absolute genius. His research has already made adapting to this body easier. I just wish he asked permission before experimenting.
Norn is a fashion diva who toys with people for fun—until she races. Then she gets serious. That's when I realized she's just someone who loves freedom: to be who she is, love who she wants, and feel what she feels.
And then there's KiWi. Criminal tendencies. Talks to imaginary friends. Says insane things. Does even crazier ones. But she's kind, energetic, and strangely helpful. An asset… for now.
Somehow, I bonded with all of them.
Lily helps me with terrain adaptation. Rain pushes my physical limits. Jo optimizes my training. Gray sharpens my strategy. Rose refines my freerunning and combat. Spice improves my endurance and street sense. Vic strengthens my adaptability. Sweets hardens my toughness. KiWi pushes my creativity. Steel shows me what championship intensity really means. Norn frees my expression. BlaD improves my performance. GW and Mama make sure I don't burn myself out.
And because of that, I'll be there for them.
Before all this, I was just a regular, honest track kid from a middle-class family. Then the financial crisis hit. My parents divorced. Poverty followed. I almost fell into a bad crowd that would've ruined my life.
The turning point came in an adult club of all places. A punk band called The Broken Broncos was playing that night. Their music hit me like a truck.
I left the bad crowd and dove headfirst into the punk scene.
Truth. Freedom. Self-expression. No drugs. No alcohol. Just parkour, extreme sports, survival skills, music, art, and honesty. Be different—but don't be lame.
I returned to track. Became successful. Balanced punk musician and athlete. I was fully myself.
Until I woke up as this Teio look-alike.
I felt fake. Like an older, taller copy of someone else.
It took Lily and Mama to tell me something simple: I might look like Teio, but I'm still me.
That's when I started seeing Lily differently too. She wasn't toxic. She was misunderstood.
Now I'm learning who this new me is.
And the world better get ready.
Because this team?
We're going to rock it.