An incessant ringing erupted suddenly in the dormitory of Kincsem. Yet it was not her alarm that had gone off. That was still scheduled to ring a half hour later, as the sky had only begun to crack with rays of light, as the break of dawn came upon British Tracen.
Instead, the sound had emerged from her telephone. As a hand was laid over the shaft. A low, disinterested voice came from the chestnut haired Uma Musume as she spoke. "…What is it, cousin?" Yawning into her hand as she awaited a reply.
A loud chuckle abruptly cut through the air as TM Opera O shouted through the microphone. "A-HAHAHA!~ As expected of you cousin, to know immediately it was me! Though, I didn't call you simply to just remind you of my glorious existence.."
TM Opera O shook her head, before continuing. "No no, instead I, as one of the greatest of this generation, have just won the Spring Tenno Sho! And I won in pride and grace, for I am the rightful one to have won first place! You must be proud of this amazing cousin of yours..right?~" As Kincsem imagined the smug grin that grew impossibly large across her cousin's face.
Even though having already known of the future that mirrored the events that would transpire in an Uma Musume's future. A future that dictate what TM Opera O, and many others alike would experience, she was still congratulative of such a prestigious award. As this was still her cousin after all. "Congrats! I am proud of you, Opera O-san!"
As TM Opera O slumped onto the chair. "Ah-haha! Thank you dearest cousin for such pleasantries! Though I shall call you later, or tomorrow. For I am a bit drained from the race, and I need to perform later." As the landline was hung up from TM Opera O's side. With the phone call over, Kincsem fell back onto her own bed. Body strewn onto the bedsheets.
"…A lot has changed since I reincarnated. Other than the revelation of being in a world full of anthropomorphic 'Uma Musume' where horses don't exist, I feel more accomplished in this life. Perhaps due to being able to fulfill my dream." Taking in a sigh before continuing her monologue.
"However, am I truly the 'man' I used to be..? Besides recalling my past as Dezso, and the household which I lived in, my memories are fleeting, and the sensation of it now foreign to me. Yet, it's not improved upon by the merging of myself and this body."
Propping her arms onto the bed frame, she groaned in her deprived state as she stared at the body she was now in through the large mirror in her dorm room. Her calves and other bodily structures, now toned with muscle from continuous training. Strenuous work that had been completed every day over the course of joining this institute.
Besides that, she had also grown in height, being over half a foot taller compared to three years ago. The maturation stage had begun to take its course. With her complexion being fairer, more feminine, more beautiful, and more so similar to the figure she had met once within her dream.
Even the aura that surrounded Kincsem had become more potent. From a youthful child, oblivious to the world surrounding herself, to one befitting that of a duchess. A noble figure in both her posture and how she articulated herself.
Yet all this change created conflict within himself. The mirror cracked before him, showing the pair of faces he bore, both distorted. The perception of who he was, and who he is now… It had left a mental toll on him. Although having had nothing by the end of his previous life, he was still a person.
But now? He couldn't consider himself Dezso, nor could he consider herself Kincsem. He was simply an amalgamation of two figures.
A mind stretched thin between both realities, a mind that split into two. One that desired different sensations, yet could fulfill neither's wishes. She glanced away from the mirror, as it repaired itself when out of her view whilst she pressed her first at her forehead
She loved the new world, yet hated the consequences fraught with becoming a part of it. She hated the previous life she had lived, yet still had lingering affection towards it.
Entering the bathroom, she turned on the faucet, dousing herself in a vat of water. To purify herself, was to forget about the current issues at hand, and to forget about the feud between both minds. Else she'd lose herself in madness.
Bubbles filled the bathtub, as she began to sing to relieve her own struggles, drowning them out under the melody. "Say it's only a paper moon.. sailing over a cardboard sea, but it wouldn't be make-believe if you believed in me.."
Her maiden race was upcoming, and in it she'd finally debut. The Maiden Fillies' Stakes was the name it was given. Being approximately one thousand, seven hundred metres in length, it'd occur on the 22nd of May.
As time passed, she momentarily stood in the passage of time, submerged in the sea of the continuous motion of passing seconds that turned into minutes, with her getting up after recovering mentally. Droplets of water trickled onto the ground as she laid a towel around her body and damp hair, longer now.
Sitting down besides the bathroom mirror, which had been fogged up slightly from the moist air, she brushed the damp hair that clung onto her skin, drying it into luscious locks that hung downwards. Beautiful in their lustrous strands that grew bright from the shimmer it gave off.
Glancing down at the now dried body of hers, she took up the clothes hanger that held her uniform, dressing into the clothing that she spent the majority of the day in besides when it came to training, before opening the door to leave her dormitory.
Today would just be another day for her, as the clock ticked, waiting for the race to begin.