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Agnes Digital didn’t know how she ended up in this scenario. She had always thanked every higher being there was for granting her the opportunity to go to Tracen Academy, but she really didn’t expect this.
Just how in the world was she in this heart-stopping scene? Surrounding her on all sides was Agnes Tachyon. Everywhere she looked, she saw that smirk, that magnificent posture. She couldn’t handle one Tachyon so where did all these Tachyons come from?!
If this continued, she would accidentally touch the precious Umamusume. As a fan of all Umamusume, she couldn’t allow that to happen. No, Digital! You have to be a fan who respects your idols! she thought.
Still, all the Tachyons were approaching closer and closer. Agnes Digital’s breaths became faster and heavier, her cheeks flushing as she heated up. “No way, don’t come any closer!” she shouted.
She squeezed her eyes shut until she felt something poke her arm. “Oh, what sort of dream did you have to put you in this state?” Tachyon asked, an amused smile on her face.
“N-nothing!” Digital yelped and jumped out of bed. She dashed out of the dorm room, leaving words trailing behind her. “It doesn’t concern a wonderful Umamusume like you! This fan has to repent!”
Agnes Tachyon chuckled. “Ever so energetic, even in the morning.”