Author's Note: I am not an editor or a professional writer. I will write this and edit it to the best of my ability. I also do not own Uma Musume, which is owned by Cygames. Watch the animes and read the mangas, for they are pretty good. Finally, please enjoy.
3rd Person POV
After ordering her servants to clean up the destruction Juna had caused, Mina somehow managed to continue the introductions while the cleanup crews worked in the background. Broken equipment was carried away, scorch marks were scrubbed from the floor, and the smell of smoke still lingered faintly in the air. Despite the chaos, Mina stepped back onto the podium with her usual composed smile.
"Alright, next is someone I deeply trust," Mina announced. "She's in charge of the music department and will help all of you create songs, choreography, and performances in the future. She's also someone I can trust not to destroy half the building just to express her love for music."
The final sentence was clearly aimed at the others as a warning not to repeat Juna's antics. Several members awkwardly nodded in understanding while a refined-looking woman calmly stepped onto the stage.
She carried herself with flawless posture and spoke with calm precision.
"Good morning, everyone. My name is Ana Miyamoyo. Yes, my surname is unusual. My family simply wished to be unique."
A few people chuckled lightly at her dry humor before she continued.
"I also serve as Mistress Mina's etiquette instructor, though I will only teach you proper etiquette if necessary. For now, however, let us focus on the matter at hand."
Her sharp eyes swept across the room as she addressed the team.
"You all create exceptional music despite your limited resources and time. Your performances possess passion, originality, and ambition."
She paused briefly before continuing in a more analytical tone.
"However, while observing your performance, I noticed something very familiar: a ceiling created by a lack of knowledge."
The room became quiet.
"Your choreography reflects the instincts of athletes rather than trained dancers. Your movements are powerful and energetic, but your understanding of dance outside mainstream trends and community-level instruction remains limited."
Some of the girls exchanged glances as Ana continued without hesitation.
"The same issue exists within your music itself. Your instrumental knowledge is confined mostly to popular modern sounds and common arrangements. You have barely explored instruments or musical traditions beyond mainstream favorites."
Despite her criticism, her expression remained calm rather than judgmental.
"And yet," she said, her voice softening slightly, "despite those limitations, you still created something genre-defining. That is precisely why your potential fascinates me so much."
Her eyes sharpened with excitement.
"I can already see how much further your music and performances could evolve if those limitations were removed. I sincerely hope we can work together in the future to break through those ceilings."
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Ana Miyamoyo POV
Sound and movement.
Those two concepts formed the foundation of my life.
I was born into an old and highly traditional wealthy family where etiquette, discipline, and perfection were expected from childhood. Before I could fully understand the world, I was already being taught how to speak properly, how to sit correctly, how to present myself, and how to navigate the endless complexities of noble decorum.
Yet while others focused on manners and appearances, I became fascinated by something else entirely.
Movement.
I noticed how a simple gesture could change a conversation. How posture influenced confidence. How tone altered emotion. How rhythm controlled attention.
I mastered every lesson placed before me, but my curiosity never stopped growing.
At first, I expanded my studies through diplomacy, psychology, and debate, believing they were extensions of etiquette itself. Then basic education introduced me to science and history, where I became fascinated by the concept of cause and effect.
Every action created a reaction.
Every sound created emotion.
Every movement influenced people.
Eventually, my fascination led me toward the two subjects I loved most: music and dance.
To me, they were humanity's purest forms of influence.
I studied every dance style I could find and learned as many instruments as possible. I explored orchestras, bands, operatic performances, folk music, electronic arrangements, and experimental compositions. I observed how sounds blended together and how audiences reacted emotionally to them.
Then I began studying the human voice itself.
Opera.
Scat singing.
Traditional chants.
Modern vocals.
I immersed myself in every style I could access, fascinated by how the human body alone could create such powerful emotional effects.
It was beautiful.
It was limitless.
But eventually reality interrupted my passions.
As I grew older, I was expected to pursue a more respectable career. Music and dance became hobbies rather than acceptable ambitions. I eventually became an educator for wealthy families and earned widespread praise as an etiquette instructor.
My students succeeded.
My reputation grew.
Yet my desire to continue exploring music and movement never disappeared.
So I continued in secret.
Under a disguised online identity, I began uploading performances to the internet. I danced to music I composed myself while documenting the creative process behind every performance. Each project became an experiment in movement, rhythm, emotion, and audience reaction.
The results stunned viewers.
My performances felt elegant yet experimental, disciplined yet emotionally overwhelming. My popularity steadily grew online, but nobody could uncover my true identity.
Exactly as I intended.
Until Mina found me.
My former student approached me one day with an unusual proposition.
She explained that she was forming a sports team that would also perform musically. At first, I failed to understand why she had come to me specifically.
Then Mina revealed the truth.
She knew my secret online identity.
And she had evidence.
I still remember the nervous feeling that settled in my chest during that moment.
But Mina did not threaten me.
Instead, she explained why she believed I was perfect for the position.
"A brilliant artist, an experienced teacher, and someone capable of discipline and refinement," she said. "You're exactly what they need."
In return, Mina promised something I valued more than money.
Freedom.
Funding for my research.
Resources for experimentation.
A chance to fully explore music and dance without restriction.
Knowing Mina's intelligence and reliability, I accepted the offer and soon traveled to Japan.
There, I witnessed the team's audition performance.
At first glance, the performance lacked polish. The equipment was mediocre, the production quality limited, and some techniques clearly needed refinement.
But none of that mattered.
Because what I witnessed was extraordinary.
The choreography fused athleticism with performance in ways I had never seen before. The music blended genres recklessly yet somehow beautifully. Rap sections merged seamlessly into melodic passages while each musical influence was explored with genuine understanding rather than imitation.
It was chaotic.
Raw.
Unrefined.
And absolutely brilliant.
As I watched, my imagination exploded with possibilities for what they could become.
So when it came time to introduce myself, I spoke honestly from the heart.
Everything proceeded exactly as I expected until a hand suddenly rose from the crowd.
Black Diamond stood up.
"Are you just going to lecture us," she challenged, "or are you going to prove you can actually back it up?"
I smiled.
According to the data Mina had given me, Black Diamond was deeply passionate about music and performance. A challenge like this was inevitable.
Instead of being offended, I found myself excited.
"Why explain," I replied calmly, "when I can simply show you?"
I folded my hands together lightly.
"You demonstrated your abilities through video. Now I shall demonstrate mine."
I clapped once.
"Gentlemen, please begin the presentation."
The lights dimmed as the large screen behind the stage flickered to life.
Then the video began.
The room fell silent.
Everyone reacted differently as the performance played. Some stared in disbelief. Others leaned forward completely captivated. A few looked emotionally overwhelmed by the sheer precision and artistry displayed on screen.
When the video finally ended, silence filled the room for several seconds.
I stepped forward once more.
"I hope you enjoyed the performance," I said gracefully. "If you wish to see more, please like and subscribe to my Umatube channel."
A few people blinked in shock at how casually I said it.
Then I finished with my usual closing line.
"I look forward to seeing you again next time."
For a moment, nobody moved.
Then applause suddenly erupted.
Black Diamond was the first to clap.
The rest quickly followed.
Some members even had tears in their eyes as the applause grew louder and louder throughout the hall.
As I stepped away from the podium, I glanced toward the other staff members waiting nearby. Even they appeared stunned by the performance they had just witnessed.
I quietly returned to the line beside the others while the applause continued behind me.
Today had been a very good day.