Special Week depressed

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Special Week is a girl with brown-purple ears and ponytail, short blonde hair with white bangs, and purple eyes. Her race attire is a white and purple idol uniform with pink accents, and outside of the race, she wears a skirt and socks. She is known for being cheerful, hardworking, and determined to become the best racer.

Special Week is a cheerful, energetic, and hardworking Uma Musume, dedicated to fulfilling her dream of becoming Japan's greatest racer. She is sensitive, encouraging, and positive, though she sometimes struggles with socializing due to her upbringing. Although she excels at racing, her academic performance isn't as good.

Summer had arrived with an unbearable weight. At the Uma Musume residence, Special Week's room remained silent. The bed was unmade, the uniform hung unused, the trophies covered in a fine layer of dust. Since Takarazuka Kinen, she hadn't returned to training. No one had seen her smile.

In his mind, the race played over and over again: the roar of the crowd, the pounding of hooves against the track, the final stretch where his heart believed he had reached glory… until Grass Wonder overtook it, with an elegance impossible to match. That moment, brief as a blink of an eye, became a wound that wouldn't stop bleeding.

The days passed slowly, almost motionless. Special Week barely ate. She spent the afternoons staring out the window, watching the training field where the others ran in the sun. Every stride other people took was a pang in her chest. She had lost more than a race; she had lost her confidence, her dream, her reason for running.

The echo of her promise to be the best Uma Musume in Japan now felt like a mockery. Her mother, her coach, her friends… all the voices that encouraged her seemed so distant. Only silence remained, and within it, the weight of her defeat.

One night, he got up and walked to the balcony. From there, he could see the racetrack in the distance, illuminated by the moon. The wind carried the smell of the grass and the memory of the roar of the crowd. For a moment, his heart began to beat faster. Maybe it wasn't the end yet. Maybe, if he could endure that pain, he could still run again. But as he looked back at his trembling hands, he realized that the real race hadn't even begun yet: the one to get back on his feet.