“Go for it, Little Kangbai-chan!”
“You’re the best, Little Kangbai-chan!”
“If you win, I’ll treat you to a big meal tonight!”
On Little Kangbai-chan’s side, the eating contest was in full swing.
It had to be said the scale of this contest really wasn’t small, and the contestants were all heavyweight players.
Looking at those big bodies and big bellies, they were obviously the type with full combat power.
Probably each could eat several people’s worth of food.
Of course, one of the main reasons so many people were attracted was that the organizers not only offered a very high champion prize money, but also made a very nice gold trophy and a limited-edition plushie for the champion.
So, tempted by these prizes, both humans and Umamusume alike joined the contest.
Some were there for the prize money, some for the limited-edition plushie, and Little Kangbai-chan…
Was there to eat.
Because the contest was about seeing how much bread contestants could eat within a set time, and bread was unlimited throughout, Little Kangbai-chan came here purely to fill her belly.
Beside Little Kangbai-chan, Oguri Cap was also eating bread continuously with the same idea.
Both were the gobble-it-all-up type, except Oguri Cap ate more elegantly while Little Kangbai-chan ate however she damn well pleased.
Among the spectators, the other three members of Spica were holding colored sticks and cheering for Little Kangbai-chan.
Gold Ship especially was almost covered in colored sticks, as eye-catching as a peacock.
And on the contestant seat, Little Kangbai-chan, though short and looked down on by everyone at first, when it actually came to eating, showed a performance that could make all jaws drop.
Little Kangbai-chan ate bread extremely fast.
The whole process was like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit.
A whole bread would disappear the moment it entered her little mouth, and then immediately the next one.
The speed was comparable to machine-gun fire.
“…This is really something. I wonder how she was raised.” Watching Little Kangbai-chan finish eating more food than her entire body volume without showing any sign of slowing down, and without even her belly bulging, Okino couldn’t help but wonder how this little thing had survived until now.
After all, with her appetite and size, there was no way she could earn money to support herself, right?
And the files clearly said Little Kangbai-chan had no one who loved her when she was little.
So how did she grow up to now?
He didn’t get it, he really didn’t get it.
But this contest should be down to just Little Kangbai-chan and that Oguri Cap for the final showdown, right?
After all, the other contestants had basically lost all fighting power after eating so much, while these two’s fighting power seemed like it had never dropped at all—they were still eating like crazy.
As if responding to Okino’s thoughts, Little Kangbai-chan simply picked up the plate and poured everything into her mouth.
After a few chews, she swallowed with a gulp.
Even after eating like that, Little Kangbai-chan still didn’t stop.
Instead, she had the nearby waiter hurry and bring her another plate—because time was almost up!
And she still wasn’t full!
“Mm, at this rate it’s no contest. I’ll go check out that Umamusume race nearby.” Obviously, Little Kangbai-chan’s eating had gotten even faster, while Oguri Cap’s eating style hadn’t changed.
At this rate, Little Kangbai-chan had basically already won, so there was no more suspense—which meant that race nearby might still have something worth watching.
After telling Daiwa Scarlet a couple of things, Okino squeezed out of the crowd, planning to go check out that race.
Oh right, Silence Suzuka seemed to be there too.
Perfect chance to go see how that Silence Suzuka performs.
But just as he left the eating contest and came to the roadside, two figures suddenly flashed past in front of him.
Their speed was astonishing, giving him quite a fright.
Looking closely, he could tell they were two Umamusume running past.
“Oh!” Although he couldn’t clearly see who they were, these two Umamusume were definitely not slow, and their running was nothing to scoff at.
He didn’t know where they were from, but he might as well follow and see.
“Huff… huff…” At this moment, Special Week and Black Knight were running together on the sidewalk.
Black Knight had been maintaining a slight lead over Special Week the whole time, and Special Week behind her couldn’t overtake no matter how hard she tried.
Of course, Black Knight wasn’t actually running at full speed.
First, she was afraid that if Special Week, that airhead, couldn’t see her, she’d get lost.
Second, if she accelerated more, she was afraid she’d get arrested by the police Uma.
‘So fast!
And… she’s clearly not running at full speed.’ Special Week stared carefully at Black Knight’s back and those constantly moving legs, suddenly feeling the gap between herself and a mature Umamusume.
Black Knight’s running style was like an unsheathed blade, completely embodying the three words: fast, precise, ruthless.
And on the ever-changing sidewalk, Black Knight could still weave and dodge in all sorts of ways, never seeming obstructed.
But Special Week was different.
She didn’t have Black Knight’s [Master’s Dance Steps] to easily weave and dodge, nor could she be precise and fast like an unsheathed blade, so she could only stay hung behind Black Knight the whole time.
Fortunately, the racecourse wasn’t very far.
After running for about twenty-odd minutes, the two successfully arrived at their destination.
Plus, their speed had been limited the whole time, so they weren’t especially tired.
It was just that Miss Feiyuan-sensei, having expended a lot of stamina from the morning run and being old and frail, had been “ruthlessly” left behind by the two little ones early on.
“Huff—Little Black, you’re amazing.” Finally at the finish, Special Week also sighed.
Even if she still had stamina, running like that was tiring.
“If only I could be as amazing as you, Little Black.”
With this kind of strength, she could definitely fulfill Mom’s wish of becoming Japan’s number one Umamusume, right?
Black Knight didn’t answer that topic.
After all, she couldn’t exactly say she was a UR card and Special Week was probably just a slightly stronger R card, right?
That would be too mean.
She’d starve a panda to death sooner or later.
So she turned to look at the vending machine nearby, casually bought three cans of drinks, then handed the one that looked pretty good to Special Week: “Here.”
“Ah! Thanks!” Special Week happily took the drink from Black Knight.
Although this new friend talked little and didn’t like to smile, she was still a pretty good person.
Just like Little Kangbai-chan back then, Special Week took the drink and gulped it down, finishing the whole can in one go.
Watching this, Black Knight couldn’t help but think this might also be a powerful “food bucket.”
As expected of 2D—things like “food buckets” couldn’t be judged by appearance at all!
Clearly every one of them could eat more than the last, yet they all looked better than the last.
So all the food turned into charm points?
So unscientific!
Please, teach me how!
“Let’s go take a look.” After Special Week finished her drink, Black Knight pointed at the already packed racecourse, signaling the other to follow her.
“Mm!” Special Week nodded, starting to feel that Little Black was actually a pretty good person too. This chapter was taken from novelping.com without permission.
If only she’d smile, she’d be perfect.
The two Umamusume walked into the racecourse, which was several times bigger than the one Black Knight had seen before.
Black Knight couldn’t count how many people were here, but based on the scale, it had to be at least in the thousands.
Seeing such a sea of people, Special Week’s pace couldn’t help but slow down.
Like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, she wanted to look here and there.
To keep Special Week from getting lost, Black Knight could only hold one of Special Week’s hands and pull her along through the racecourse.
“Wow! Little Black, there are so many people here!”
“Mm.”
“This is my first time seeing such a big track! Is it Little Black’s first time too?”
“Mm.”
“Will Little Black come here to race in the future too?”
“Maybe.”
The two chatted on and off.
Special Week seemed especially excited, wanting to talk to Black Knight about everything, while Black Knight acted like she didn’t want to talk about anything.
In short, these two fully demonstrated to the surrounding crowd what it meant to have a warm face pressed against a cold butt, and the key was that the one playing the warm face was especially tireless.
The two walked toward the place with the loudest shouting inside the racecourse, preparing to watch the excitement.
It happened to be the initial presentation segment.
The two directly found a spot that wasn’t so crowded, and relying on Black Knight’s S-rank strength, she brought Special Week and squeezed to the very front to clearly see everything happening here.
At this moment, Umamusume were walking onto the presentation stage one by one, then posing like models, letting everyone see their most charming side, while the commentator introduced them so people would know who they were.
Watching this scene, Black Knight felt these Umamusume should change clothes—like those long dresses covered in shiny plastic sequins.
That would definitely look better than these plain racing outfits.
But turning to look at Special Week, she found Special Week watching the racecourse with great interest.
If not for the fence and height difference, Black Knight felt the other would run under the stage to watch.
“Next up is this Umamusume.” Black Knight was still absentmindedly thinking about what dresses these Umamusume should wear when a somewhat familiar figure instantly snapped her thoughts back.
That figure had orange-red hair, a pair of green ears like a headpiece, and a pair of fair long legs—really long, the kind that looked perfect for racing at a glance.
“Gate eight, number twelve!”
“—Silence Suzuka!”
As the commentator said her name, Silence Suzuka, wearing a tracksuit, directly grabbed the clothes on her body, then yanked hard, throwing the tracksuit behind her and striking a very cool pose.
“…” As expected of 2D.
The real person really did look better than the posters, and could even be said to look like a very charming existence right now.
But Black Knight wasn’t the type to be unable to move upon seeing beauty.
At this moment, her eyes were fixed seriously on Silence Suzuka—someone very likely part of the protagonist team, with strength possibly at UR level or even higher.
…Damn, because it’s 2D, I can’t see muscle definition at all!
This way, aside from long legs, I can’t tell anything else, dammit!
Black Knight’s gaze was like a cold blade, fixed dead on Silence Suzuka, making Silence Suzuka tremble all over, her eyes involuntarily looking toward Black Knight’s position.
Eyes like a sharp blade, aura far from ordinary.
Although expressionless, it was like the disguise of a knight in full plate armor—the will to fight had already surged out from beneath that calm exterior!
—The above was the first impression Silence Suzuka got when she saw Black Knight.
‘This guy might be really strong!’ Both of them thought at the same time.