――時は現代、嵐の日。
泥にまみれたコースに立つは、
小さな小さなウマ娘。

「なんでぇ、シケた面して。
おめぇ、あたしが走れないって
思ってんのかい」

――ただ修練の時なれど、
手を抜く道理は有りはせぬ。

「てやんでいべらぼうめ。
嵐じゃマトモに走れない？
泥の道じゃあ脚が取られる？」

――もはやこの世は江戸で無し、
何が粋だと人は言う。

「はっ、小せえ小せえ！
小せえなあ！」

――否！
粋ならばここに有る！

「向かいっ風があるほうが
走りがいもあらあ！
泥がなんでえ、地面があるにゃ違いない！」

――江戸っ子の
粋な魂なかりせば、
このウマ娘もここに無し！

「こちとら江戸育ちのイナリワン！
嵐だろうがなんだろうが、
いなせに走ってやろうじゃあねぇか！」

It's a stormy day in Tokyo... and trudging along the desolate, muddy track is one tiny lone Umamusume.

"What's wizzat look, huh? You think I can't handle a little rain?"

The more dire the situation, the harder one must train.

"Well you thought wrong, blockhead! A storm can't stop me from runnin'! A bit of mud isn't gonna bog me down!"

The days of Edo have long passed. Tokyo lost its spirit.

"Maybe you haven't got what it takes, but I'm not one to think small!"

Yes... Tokyo lost its spirit, perhaps, but Edo's soul burns on!

"If the wind wants to push me back, I'll push forward! I won't back down from this fight, no matter how much mud the earth slings at me!"

The people of Edo passed their fighting spirit down the generations... to youths like the fiery Umamusume here.

"I'm Inari One, an Edo Umamusume, born n' raised! And there's not a storm in Japan half as ferocious as me!"