The Kitakami Family Dojo.
Little Kitasan Black lay sprawled on the smooth wooden floor.
Her family's financial situation in this life was quite good.
However, although being reincarnated into a wealthy family was indeed nice, this was completely different from the lazy life she'd imagined.
Just because the family was wealthy didn't mean her allowance would be generous.
Children had no status in the household. Not everyone could be like McQueen-senpai, receiving the family's full support and training from such a young age.
And then there was her old man, who would lead a group of disciples in vocal practice every morning, making it absolutely impossible for her to sleep in.
She'd already gotten used to waking up early now.
Moreover, this world seemed to have special blessings for the arts. At first, Kitasan Black couldn't appreciate her old man's enka—that style caught between traditional opera and pop music. But when she went with her mother to watch her father perform, his performance left her stunned. She'd momentarily thought she'd transmigrated into the world of Revue Starlight.
Who on earth deploys a Domain Expansion while singing?!
Was there something strange about this world? There was nothing about this in the senpais' inherited memories either.
No wait, this world had gods and ghosts, so having some incredible things wouldn't be strange... Actually, it would! There was definitely something wrong with this world.
Three Goddesses, is this really how you manage the world?
There was so much Kitasan Black wanted to criticize about this world that she couldn't even finish complaining.
Though her father's Domain Expansion during his last performance had shocked her greatly, she still couldn't get into his private practice sessions. She just found them noisy disturbances to her peace. Besides, enka was basically the hobby of the older generation, wasn't it?
If she hadn't awakened her memories, she might have been drawn in, but since she'd awakened early, her worldview and preferences were already set.
However, from her old man, she also came to understand just how competitive every industry in this world was. Artists needed to know magic. Idols who couldn't deploy Domain Expansion on stage would be too embarrassed to even perform. No wonder it was so hard for naturally beautiful uma musume to become idols in this world—if you can't deploy a Domain Expansion, what kind of idol are you?
Even if an uma musume awakened ZONE, that couldn't be applied to singing and dancing.
McQueen-senpai, do you think I transmigrated into the wrong world?
Or maybe, Teio-senpai, did you secretly update the world with new modules again?!
Please stop upgrading! If this continues, even cheaters like them with the system wouldn't be able to survive!
After searching around, Kitasan Black discovered that if she wanted to live a comfortable lazy life in the future, the only career path available to her was becoming an uma musume.
With an uma musume's strength, even without racing, she could easily live a comfortable middle-class life doing physical labor.
But slacking off also came in levels—from living like a dog to living like an emperor, these were all grades of the lazy life.
At first, Kitasan Black thought being a dog wouldn't be bad. After all, being a rich lady's pet dog was much happier than being a corporate slave. But if she could be an emperor, who would still want to be a dog?
Though she still hadn't come to love exercise or uma musume racing... racing really was lucrative!
Don't let the fact that humans and uma musume were split fifty-fifty in the political sphere fool you—behind every major capitalist and noble family was basically an uma musume.
And why could those uma musume reach such positions?
Simple! One phrase summed it up—conquer the world through racing!
Sounds unbelievable, right?
Sounds a bit childish, right?
She thought so too.
But this was the basic rule of this world. Just like water flowing downhill and the morning sun rising in the east—though she couldn't understand why uma musume racing was so captivating, the mainstream of this world was uma musume racing. It had been this way since ancient times, so what was there to think about?
Though she didn't like running or exercise, and would absolutely never stand if she could lie down—if it was for making money, that was a different story!
She'd decided. She would become an uma musume!
Three years after debut, she'd earn enough money to last a lifetime. Woohoo!
Hehe, McQueen-senpai, I've found my goal for racing too~
The motivation born in her heart made Kitasan Black momentarily want to get up and go for a morning run, but this thought extinguished the instant she sat up.
No no no no no—don't get brainwashed, Kitasan Black!
You're working hard in order to slack off. Don't put the cart before the horse!
If you already have thoughts of working hard when you're this young, how will you ever slack off in the future?
"Kita-chan, you're up pretty early today. Want to go do morning exercises with Papa?"
"Refused! I'm going to sunbathe here until breakfast."
Morning exercises? What's that? Do I look like the type of person who does morning exercises?
"Liking to sunbathe is good, but you should move your body regularly too. Otherwise, even a strong body will deteriorate."
However, the old man completely ignored what she said and directly picked Kitasan Black up from the floor.
"Let go! Let go of me! I want to go back to sleep!"
Damn it, why was an uma musume's weight the same as a human child's before reaching maturity? If she had a real uma musume's weight right now, she definitely wouldn't be picked up!
Though she thought this, she didn't actually struggle hard.
After all, even though she hadn't reached maturity yet, her strength wasn't something the old man could withstand.
"Oh right, this year Papa's going to perform at a company's year-end party. I'll bring Kita-chan along to mooch some food."
"What company? Yours?"
Kitasan Black looked puzzled. She didn't know the old man had a company under him. Could this old man be hiding family assets from his precious daughter?
"A friend's company."
"Put me down!"
"Hahaha, Kita-chan, you're an uma musume. How can you not love exercise?"
"Who says uma musume have to love exercise? Old man, that's prejudice! I just don't like exercise. Hurry up and put me down!"
Early in the morning, Kitasan Black's powerful voice rang out across the area.
Good thing this entire district was Kitakami family property, otherwise the neighbors would be calling the police about someone disturbing the peace so early.
"Master, the disciples have all assembled!"
"Master, Little Junior Sister, good morning!"
The synchronized greeting from thirty people made Kitasan Black want to cover her ears.
Aaah, put me down!
I refuse to run around the shopping district with this embarrassing bunch! If I have to go out with you people, I'd rather go alone!
Kitasan Black couldn't understand why her old man's disciples all looked like yakuza, with such fierce appearances.
Aren't you supposed to be teaching singing?!
Actually, Kitasan Black had vaguely sensed something.
If the old man were really just a mere singer, how could he possibly own an entire shopping district?
In this country, to have this kind of power, you were either from a major family or a big shot who'd made it on the streets.
The old man came from an impoverished fishing family, so the answer was already obvious.
In the morning shopping district, merchants were preparing to open. Many delivery trucks were coming and going.
The Kitakami family's group ran their morning exercise circuit around the shopping district. Anyone who didn't know better would think they were patrolling to collect protection money.
But despite looking like gangsters, every one of them was very enthusiastic, proactively helping anyone who needed assistance.
But the truth was, this street belonged to the old man.
And these guys' families all lived on this street too, so basically everyone on the street was somehow related. This led to Kitasan Black receiving gifts from every shop she passed, and by the end of one lap, she'd completely turned it into a weighted run.
Covered head to toe with bags, Kitasan Black wore an expression of utter despair. If you want to give stuff to the old man, can't you just hand it to him directly?
"Ohhh, as expected of Master's daughter!"
"Little Junior Sister is so strong!"
"Keep it up, Little Junior Sister!"
The senior disciples were cheering her on.
Kitasan Black couldn't be bothered with these rubbernecking dogs. These people were actually just standing there watching without coming to help her!
Just end it all, this world that oppresses me everywhere!
The old man watched her small figure carrying so much without changing expression, and couldn't help but smile.
(What a strong physique. As expected of my daughter. Kita-chan will definitely become an amazing uma musume in the future!)
Obviously, he'd done this on purpose.
If Kitasan Black knew this old man had dared to scheme against her like this, she might just snatch away his lunch in anger and not leave him a single bite!
After morning exercises ended, the group returned to the dojo. Her mother, also an uma musume, was waiting at the entrance to greet them, with several boxes of towels and sports drinks prepared beside her. Seeing the bags of fresh vegetables and meat on Kitasan Black, she smiled and said they wouldn't need to go shopping today.
Kitasan Black rolled her eyes. She didn't find this joke funny at all—she was the one who'd done all the work.
Though she kept complaining internally, her body obediently helped her mother carry everything to the kitchen.
Though an uma musume's physical capabilities before maturity generally didn't exceed humans by much, she was a cheater after all.
This was also why the old man always said his daughter had the makings of a GI uma musume. Every time she heard him say this, Kitasan Black would laugh at him internally.
(Heh, old man, your vision is still too shallow. GI victories and such are just easy pickings.)
Kitasan Black didn't take this to heart at all. After all, she was a cheating god. Her version of Uma Musume was the cracked edition.
Soon, the wu-wu-wa-wa of vocal practice came from the dojo.
Whenever this happened, Kitasan Black really wanted to buy earplugs to block her ears.
The old man's vocal practice was still bearable—at least it was human sounds.
But the sounds from the senior disciples were absolutely ridiculous. What kind of demonic noise was that?!
No wonder the old man never brought them on stage for performances.
With voices like theirs, they should just forget about such unrealistic dreams.
Beside the noisy dojo, Kitasan Black lay on the outer corridor sunbathing.
Though this wasn't her ideal life, she had to admit it was actually pretty nice.
Just as Kitasan Black thought this peaceful countryside life would continue until she entered Tracen Academy—
A sudden surprise arrived.
At year's end, the old man followed through on his earlier promise and took Kita-chan to mooch food at a certain company's year-end party.
Kitasan Black hadn't really taken this to heart at first.
After all, this privately invited performance wouldn't be made public. Performers rarely brought family members, let alone children. Wouldn't the boss see you bringing a kid to your performance and wonder if you weren't taking it seriously?
But when the old man heard Kitasan Black's doubts, he said coolly and confidently that this time's boss was his good friend, and he'd given his friend advance notice.
Then Kitasan Black was brought by the old man to the Satomi Group's company.
Seeing that familiar logo, Kitasan Black instantly felt the pull of fate.
How could she not recognize it?
In her previous life, the [Player] had seen this logo on the startup screens of many games they'd purchased. Kitasan Black immediately realized where this place was.
This was the freaking Satomi family's company!
Come to think of it, even though her core was completely different now, why was fate still insisting on playing out this scene?
"Nervous? Relax, Papa's here."
"..."
Kitasan Black rolled her eyes.
Old man, you don't understand at all. This feeling of being controlled by fate's gravity was as disgusting as eating a high-level blocking skill.
But ordinary people probably wouldn't have such an intense reaction. Kitasan Black sighed again at her own strength. The cheats the senpais gave her were really too powerful.
Not dwelling on this matter anymore—after all, it was just sensing fate, not a big deal.
Kitasan Black followed behind the old man into the corporate building. A secretary was already waiting at the front desk to receive them.
Taking the elevator to the Chairman's office floor, the secretary brought them to meet the company's chairman.
This was a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair. His appearance wasn't bad, but he gave off a somewhat oily vibe.
Mm, a bit like those typical rich heirs in movies.
"Saburo, is this your child?"
"Yes. Kita-chan, say hello to your Uncle Satomi."
"Hello, Uncle."
"Good, what a well-behaved child."
"Saburo, I heard you've been saying on social media that your daughter will become a GI uma musume?"
"That's right."
"You really don't understand how difficult it is to become a GI uma musume, do you? GI uma musume aren't so easy to become. Don't put too much pressure on the child."
When Chairman Satomi brought this up, Kitasan Black noticed her old man's expression of disbelief.
Obviously, the old man hadn't expected his good friend to bring this up so seriously.
But hearing what this guy said, Kitasan Black couldn't help but find it funny. Wasn't it a bit inappropriate for the head of the Satomi family to say something like this?
Because this guy was the one who really dreamed day and night of having his daughter become a GI uma musume.
"That was just a joke."
The old man tried to steer away from this topic.
But Chairman Satomi was clearly getting into it.
"I see. But you should still be more careful with what you say in the future. It could affect Kita-chan's future career development."
"Yes, I understand."
Though the old man was smiling, the warmth in his eyes had disappeared.
The reunion with his old classmate didn't seem as pleasant as he'd initially thought.
Kitasan Black looked at the old man with a strange expression. This is the good friend you told me about before?
Afterward, Chairman Satomi dragged the reluctant old man along and gave a detailed explanation about the difference between uma musume and GI uma musume.
She had to admit, this guy might actually have some genuine intention of looking out for his old friend.
It's just that he'd probably gotten used to being a superior, and coupled with his lack of emotional intelligence, his condescending attitude made even the good-tempered old man want to snap several times.
What Chairman Satomi said to the old man basically boiled down to: he believed that since the old man came from common roots, and his wife wasn't an uma musume from any prestigious bloodline either, the daughter they'd produced had no hope of becoming a GI uma musume unless some genetic mutation occurred.
Hearing all this, the old man couldn't even pretend to smile anymore, because his old friend really was quite something with words.
In the end, it was only when Madam Satomi came over that this farce was interrupted.
Chairman Satomi proudly introduced his wife and daughter to the Kitakami father and daughter pair. After all, his wife was of noble prestigious bloodline.
In this world, uma musume bloodlines were passed down through the maternal line, since there were no male uma musume in this world.
So strictly speaking, this Chairman Satomi was actually a son-in-law who'd married into the Satomi family, but he seemed very proud of this fact.
The moment Madam Satomi saw her husband acting like this, she knew he was having one of his episodes again.
She found an excuse to take the man away, leaving Satono Diamond and the secretary to entertain the Kitakami father and daughter.
The old man finally let out a breath of relief.
Just now, he'd really almost lost control and wanted to hit that bastard. After all, that idiot had all but explicitly said their father and daughter pair were of lowly bloodline.
"I apologize. My father's behavior has embarrassed our guests."
Though Satono Diamond was still young, perhaps because of growing up in such a family, she already possessed some of the refined elegance she would have as an adult.
"...No, when can the performance begin?"
The old man had no desire to stay here any longer.
Kitasan Black couldn't help but mock the old man from behind, deliberately acting dissatisfied: "I want a feast!"
"..." The old man firmly pressed his palm on Kitasan Black's head, messing up her hair.
Satono Diamond glanced at Kitasan Black.
Though this girl gave her a strange feeling, she wasn't in the mood to think about it now.
Her mind was entirely focused on how to clean up the mess her father had left.
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