Very unhinged Tweets by Axel Syrios (Vtuber from Holostars) on Daiwa Scarlet from Umamusume: Pretty Derby.
Bro, don’t even get me started on Daiwa Scarlet
Bro, don’t even get me started on Daiwa Scarlet. You’re talking about a mare so majestic she could make grown men cry with a single hoofstep. People out here acting like she’s just “another horse girl” when in reality she’s a living, breathing testament to peak elegance, raw power, and tsundere perfection.
Daiwa Scarlet doesn’t run races, she graces the track with her divine presence. When she bursts out the gate, time itself slows down to admire the sheer artistry of her stride. Whole stadiums go silent, birds pause mid-flight, and even other horse girls reconsider their life choices witnessing her form. The wind doesn’t blow past Daiwa Scarlet, she commands it to follow her, like the loyal servant it is.
You think it’s a coincidence her mane shines brighter than your entire future? Or that her determination could melt steel beams? Hell no. This mare is built different. When she says “I won’t lose,” it’s not trash talk. It’s the TRUTH. And don’t even get me started on her rivalry with Vodka bro, it’s like prime MJ vs Larry Bird levels of petty beef mixed with respect that makes grown men tear up the kind of legendary back and forth that belongs in the hall of fame.
Daiwa Scarlet could run a marathon backwards in the rain and still finish first while lecturing you about training discipline. She could break every record ever set, trip mid-race, apologize for it, and still win by ten lengths just because fate itself is too scared to make her lose. The sun rises in the east, taxes exist, and Daiwa Scarlet is the LeBron James of horses. Some things are just facts of life.
So go ahead, keep pretending your little fav has a chance. Meanwhile, real ones know there was before Daiwa Scarlet, and there is after Daiwa Scarlet. And nothing will ever be the same.As a Trainer-san I can’t just stand there clapping and cheering like a filthy fucking casual
As a Trainer-san I can't just stand there clapping and cheering like a filthy fucking casual. I gotta give it my all every single damn time, cuz that's what my goat Daiwa Scarlet is doing out there. I can’t let another Haru Urara happen again. That shit fucked me up real bad man. Seeing her fighting so damn hard every race, running her heart out knowing the whole damn world lookin at her like shes Doran at worlds on HLE last yr, and then those tears in her eyes at the finish line while she forces a smile like "It's okay Trainer-san, I had fun at least". Nah shits fucked.
Sometimes life ain't really fair, but that ain't a damn excuse for me to slack. If they're putting everything on the line out there, then who the fuck am I to just sit back and watch? Yeah nah, I owe it to them to go all in too. Every failed gamba skill check, every scuffed speed stat, every RNJesus gacha roll, the responsibility is all on me.
I will always have that memory burned into the back of my head, that damn scamming ass Arima Kinen finish where Haru Urara came in dead last but still looked back at me like fucking Mitsui from SlamDunk in his junkee days, "Did I do good Trainer-san?" and it fucks me up cuz she really believed in me more than she believed in herself. That shit keeps me up at night so hell nah, no more half-assing. No more light hearted cheers. I'm going all in every single time.
Hakuna Matata, Haru Urara, Fuck it, Daiwa Scarlet in 5🏇