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T.M Opera O is a loser, and maybe one of the biggest losers in Tracen academy.
TM Opera O is hated, is lonely, is sad, is boring, is annoying, is better off disappearing from this world.
TM Opera O is a loser, and the worst kind of loser there is, she is a loser that is constantly in the podium.
She joined late to school, to a class of older students, people with more story, formed groups and not too interested in teaching someone younger. So her friends are so few, she need to shout to be heard, and it doesn’t make it easier when her personality is so sharp, she only makes enemies wherever she goes, most people in her class only look annoyed. When she announces anything, suggests something or declares anything she is mostly meet with sighs or disdain.
Her relationship with trainers and teachers is not much better, they don’t hate her, but before she ran there was no faith for her, most trainers before Tracen, and many inside Tracen just told her dad to give it up, and look for a more reasonable career.
But even then her father didn’t gave up, he went into all the debt in the world, some say even selling himself, to pay for TM Opera O studies and finally when she entered Tracen, he just died. Opera was left with debt, and the hopes of her father, but this won her no sympathy from most of her class.
The day her father died, she took the news, swallowed her feelings and kept on training, she felt nothing, she didn’t care at all for her own old man, not a tear was shed for her dad, she was the same cocky, sharp, young racer that was not supposed to have a future.
But even when racing with older racers, she won, no one could believe it, that brat, who had less experience, didn’t have a trainer, and had little to no help outside maybe friends. Won, and won and kept winning and if she didn’t win, she still placed on the podium.
And that was. No. That IS unfair, she isn’t supposed to be a runner, she isn’t supposed to be this powerful, she was supposed to be the same as thousand that come and go and accomplish nothing, but she didn’t, she didn’t stay down, she broke records, she made legends look up in awe.
But even then she is still a loser!
I know she is a loser, she is a sad, sad pony, she might win her races but even then everyone still hates her guts, in this, in her generation she has not a single fan, while the rest drowns in fan letters, she received one by mistake and that was followed by a pity card made by a friend of hers.
I know she is a loser because when she wins the celebratory confetti is composed by trash a rocks that are thrown straight at her, not even the betters like opera, like they say: “she made the sport too boring to watch” when opera runs, everyone looks downcast, she wins and its always the same, she wins by the tip of her nose, maybe so she can make fun of the rest of the runners, maybe its because she really is just that lucky.
But sadly, luck cant explain Opera O , if it was luck it was bound to run out, if it was luck she would eventually fail, but she didn’t, she placed, but never outright lost, as the millennium ended, and a new millennium started she was undefeated, she ran over everyone, she won, she celebrated, she laughed at everyone else, and then she left, she celebrated alone, like the loser she was.
She ran a whole year, without losing once. She ran against Meisho Doto, she ran against Narita Top Road, she ran against Admire Vega, but not a single girl defeated her, not a single person ran like she did, after every race she stood tall, she looked at the sky as if it was hers and she laughed as if it was predestined.
And then she lost, passed the first year of the new century, she finally lost her composure, but even then no defeat was enough to de-trone that loser.
Then it came the sankei osaka hai, and she lost!, a miracle, she lost, but, no one celebrated the winner, not a person shouted the winners name, they all shouted, at opera, every single person, celebrated that opera lost, not that another person won.
Her next race was one of her typical victories, with all the parts, the booing, the shouting, the trash, and the stones and her mocking laugh came as well.
The next race, was Doto’s win. At the takarazuka kinen Meisho Doto won, her well deserved victory, after a race record of second place, after second place, after second place, she finally did it, she won against he biggest rival, but the only person that celebrated was TM Opera O. As if she was making fun of Doto, she celebrated for her, implanting the idea that she held back, and bless Doto’s heart, she was happy about Opera celebrating for her.
Her last race, before her retirement race, was the japan cup, the race that some say, ended her dominance, a race where Jungle pocket won, and no one could blame it on luck, or the lack of strength of Opera, nothing, opera lost fair and square, but again, TM Opera O was the focus.
Its a vivid memory for everyone who was there, Opera O lost, she clapped for the winner, and the winner Jungle pocked started roaring, with emotion at her victory, for a moment, we, I thought that was the end of the attention for the loser, but no, SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, It was still about opera the news only talked about opera, the interviews only talked about opera, JUNGLE HERSELF TALKED ABOUT OPERA.
Opera this, Opera that, TM OPERA O IS A LOSER, Still to this day she has no fans, when she let her hair grow, a group banded together to cut it down, and no one even looked for the culprits, TM OPERA O IS A LOSER, no one has celebrated one of her wins. Tm Opera O doesn’t have a trainer, TM Opera O doesn’t have a fanbase. TM Opera O Eats Alone most days, TM Opera O doesn’t have a Home outside of Tracen, TM Opera O Trains From dawn till dusk ALONE. TM Opera O studies harder than most and still she flunks most of her Studies.
TM Opera O Does not deserve any respite of her sad, miserable, and useless life, so why should she win again and again and again and again? Its not fair, Its not fair for anyone, and because of that, her next race, her last race, she will go out shamed, she will not even be top 3, she will lose, because that her fate, because that is what a loser deserves.
December 23, 2001 Nakayama: Arima Kinen
A fierce race, the last of a generation, one of the first steps for a new one, but most importantly the last race of the greatest overlord that japan, no, the world has seen the race started like all other of the overlord, an unnecessary speech, challenging everyone do defeat her, not that she still has a perfect record, but still, appearances have to be kept up as you are leaving.
These speeches inspire competitiveness, anger, emotion and hate, but isn’t this time working a little too well? Most racers looked at Opera with a hateful passion, she could swear that if they had a weapon they would have used it already, she honestly felt a little intimidated, but alas, that is not something an overlord can show, and she has friends to probably help her in case something happen,
The gates where uneventful, and frankly like always a bit unnecessary, but the start of the race was not, as soon as she was ready to start running she was forced into a late start because 2 of the racers started their run by jumping in front of her lane.
And with an odd start, Opera’s race started. The 2 runners in front of her, where frankly a tad slow to keep her back, but even after getting past them the trouble only just started, she was surrounded, all but 4 or maybe 5 racers surrounded Opera completely they left her no openings and at the same time they were all closing in on her.
The race is nearing halfway, and opera is trapped, there are no openings, there is no space for her, its not that this hasn’t happened before, but every time is stressful, at this rate she will get 5th or 7th place if she is lucky and even beyond that she might not get too hurt this time around if she just accepts the loss.
But why? Since when has Opera aimed anywhere but the first place, since when has Opera done anything but her best? And why should an overlord, no, AN OVERLORD accept any kind of defeat? Never! And she wont start now, and so, Opera pushed ahead.
The racers where surprised, right after the middle of the race, Opera pushed, She did not care abour them kicking at her legs, she did not care about getting her cape pulled, she did not care about dirt or rocks flying into her face, she pushed.
Does Opera deserve the win? No, that is clear, that has been clear ever since she started running, every day she saw better racers, racers that placed effort, had emotion, had resources and even beyond that they had a passion and a determination she could only act.
Is opera worthy of the win? Again, the answer is no, in front of the box there is Narita top road, Meisho Doto, Manhattan Cafe to name the ones she personally knew, she has talked to them, she has seen them race, she knows how much a victory means to any of them and furthermore they are powerful when running.
But Opera has always gotten over the odds by calling all that irrelevant, once, before he passed, Opera told her father how she felt, she felt unworthy and undeserving, but her dad, a man with a heavy hand and an even heavier personality spat on her face and violently grabbed her mouth to look at her eyes.
“Opera, I gave you the money, I gave you the trust, and I placed you on the best academy, will you now spit in my face when I sacrificed everything for you? I don’t care if you are worthy, I don’t care if you are deserving, Opera what I want to know is: do you want it?”
Does TM Opera O The great overlord of the century, no, of the millennium end want to win? The answer was simple, it is always the same, it was the same when her old man asked, it was the same when she told Doto this story and right now its the same answer. Yes , its always yes, and she knows, that she wins, not because she is stronger, but because more than anyone she wants it, she wants to be in front, she wants to win.
Fate, as told, as it is decided, Opera is to lose this race, she is past her best moment, she isn’t as fast, she isn’t as intimidating and beyond that, she is hurt, her legs hurt from being kicked, her vision was blurry because of the dirt mixing with her sweat and her blood, but she didn’t care, she would push through.
Opera Roared, and pushed in between the bodies of the other racers, the adrenaline numb the pain of doing that, she heard her cape ripping off her shoulders, and she felt the wind infiltrating her back, but she did not care, the wanted that win.
As the last leg of the race started a miracle happened, a girl, beaten, with a late start, boxed off, tired, bleeding and in her last race, got ahead of every single runner, Meisho doto, Narita top road, Manhattan cafe, whoever else was racing that day, everyone was forced to look at TM Opera O’s back.
There where shouts, there was anger, but over everything else, there was TM Opera O the great overlord, the undisputed winner of this her last race, with her clothes torn, with her legs bruised and bloody, with an eye closed due to hits and blood, TM Opera O stood tall.
No one celebrated, no one shouted her name, no one dared get close to the girl that just won, the stand didn’t even booed they just observed as Opera laughed, after minutes of her lonely celebration, she turned around, and looked at the pony that had her cape in her hands.
“oh so there it was, I’m sorry ms Ocean, could you give me my cape back?”
Ocean was shocked, why was she not sucker punched, why was she not kicked with anger, and beyond that “how did you win?”
“whats that?”
“you where supposed to lose! You had no backing! You had nothing! WHY DIDN’T YOU LOSE?!”
“ah, that is a question only a fool would ask.” Opera smiled at Ocean while she took back her cape. “it is quite simple… I just wanted to win”
And with that Opera, The loser, the one with nothing but her racing records, left the stadium with a smile so pure it made Ocean feel guilt, not for planning this, nor for ripping the cape off, she just felt guilt.
Eventually one by one everyone left the stadium, after getting over the shock Meisho Doto and Narita top road, ran to make sure Opera was okay, the innocent racers, just left, mostly because no one expected a live concert today, and after the officials gave their penalties and the trainers shouted their lungs off to their trainees the stadium was left empty.