Black Knight and Silence Suzuka stared at each other quietly, like a blade against a spear, giving off a strong sense of confrontation.
At the same time, both felt the other was very likely strong.
But on Special Week’s side, she suddenly felt the atmosphere was a bit off, yet couldn’t tell what was wrong, so she could only switch her gaze back and forth between Silence Suzuka and Black Knight.
‘It feels like we’re on a battlefield…’ Special Week thought, always feeling Black Knight was… so strange right now.
But why did she have that look in her eyes?
Was it because of some incredible reason?
Fortunately, this awkward situation for Special Week didn’t last long.
Silence Suzuka soon turned around due to time constraints and went to pick up the clothes she’d thrown behind her.
Although Silence Suzuka had been very cool when throwing her clothes and staring at Black Knight, she looked really pathetic picking them up.
Silence Suzuka had already turned around, so Black Knight could only stop observing and sigh in regret.
The system hadn’t opened any function for her that let her know all of an opponent’s stats and underwear color at a glance.
She’d just have to see on the track later what abilities this so-called “new star” actually had.
She hoped she could draw a template that could counter her.
But while Black Knight was thinking this, a pair of hands suddenly touched her leg.
“Oh! What powerful thighs! Clearly trained a lot—wuga!”
The sudden touch made Black Knight’s mind go blank.
The moment she reacted, she kicked backward hard.
S-rank strength was absolutely no joke—anyway, the person behind her was kicked clean out of sight.
After coming back to her senses, Black Knight suddenly remembered she’d heard this voice somewhere before.
Turning around, she found this was actually an acquaintance.
Wasn’t this Okino, the trainer of Little Kangbai-chan’s template?
But why wasn’t he watching Little Kangbai-chan eat, and instead came over here?
But looking at his state… Black Knight stared carefully at Okino, who looked like a dead dog, then looked at the strength column on his stat panel.
Oh ho.
Back then, Little Kangbai-chan’s kick had missed and made herself fall flat on her face.
Now Black Knight’s kick probably brought back Little Kangbai-chan’s share too.
It was just that this state… Under Special Week’s surprised gaze, Black Knight slowly walked over, squatted down, and poked him with her finger.
Mm, that’s enough.
Take him to the crematorium.
Maybe Little Kangbai-chan could even sit at the kids’ table.
“Uh, um…” Special Week also slowly walked over, wondering if she should help Little Black take this weird old man to the hospital?
Maybe he could still be saved.
“Oh!” But before Special Week could get close, Okino suddenly shouted, then sat up directly with that face already covered in blood streaks and swollen from Black Knight’s kick. Get faster updates on novelping.com.
Then, without any further ado, he grabbed the hand Black Knight had used to poke him, and with an excited and delighted face, asked Black Knight: “What’s your name? Where’s your home? Where did you train? Are you interested in…”
Okino fired off a barrage of questions at Black Knight, so many that it was almost like he wanted to ask what time she liked to sleep and all that too.
“…” Damn, no wonder he kept stressing he had no thoughts about Little Kangbai-chan.
Turns out his XP system points toward Black Knight’s type?
But before Black Knight could make another move, a hand had already grabbed Okino’s collar and dragged him away from Black Knight.
Looking up, the one who came was Miss Feiyuan-sensei, who had been left behind by Black Knight and Special Week.
Although she wasn’t young anymore, as an Umamusume, Miss Feiyuan-sensei’s strength was indeed greater than most humans.
Dragging Okino was nothing.
At this moment, Miss Feiyuan-sensei, with a dark expression, slowly dragged away a completely confused Okino.
While dragging him, she called out to the two girls: “I’ll go deal with him first. We’ll meet up later.”
And so, Okino was dragged away by Feiyuan-sensei, leaving only a confused Special Week and an expressionless Black Knight still in place.
“Uh, um, Little Black, are you okay?” Seeing Feiyuan-sensei had already dragged Okino away into the crowd, Special Week finally came back to her senses and helped up Black Knight, who was squatting on the ground.
“I’m fine.” Although her leg had been touched, she’d also kicked back, so overall she hadn’t lost out, and had even almost “profited.”
After all, she’d almost really contacted the crematorium.
But she hadn’t expected Okino to still be able to sit up after being kicked.
She’d thought that kick would turn him into a vegetable.
Then it seemed Little Kangbai-chan’s head impact couldn’t pose a threat.
She’d have to develop a new move.
“As expected, Mom was right. There are lots of hentai in big cities!” Looking at the expressionless Black Knight, Special Week felt a wave of fear.
She shouldn’t have let her guard down just because things were going smoothly.
Otherwise, she definitely could’ve chased that weird old man away before he harassed Little Black.
“…” Ah no, is this world really this messed up?
Wasn’t it supposed to be a sports anime?
Why are there these weird settings?
“Whatever, Little Black, let me treat you to something to eat, then we’ll go watch the race together.” Since she couldn’t see any expression, Special Week thought Black Knight was bothered by the harassment incident, so she simply did what Black Knight had done to her—took her hand and headed toward the vendors outside the racecourse.
“…No need.” But Black Knight thought for a moment, then took the initiative instead, pulling Special Week toward the spectator stands.
Her S-rank strength let her be especially dominant against Special Week.
Special Week couldn’t refuse her pull at all.
“I’m not fragile.” Black Knight thought for a moment, then turned back and added one more sentence, then continued pulling Special Week toward the spectator stands.
“Eh?” This was the first time Black Knight had said so many words to Special Week.
Then, looking at Black Knight’s calm aura, Special Week slowly relaxed—looked like Little Black really wasn’t scared by the harassment.
As expected of an Umamusume who could compete.
Black Knight didn’t know what Special Week was thinking, but at this moment she just wanted to pick a good spot to carefully observe the race.
Especially that Silence Suzuka—she absolutely had to stare at her.
Fortunately, the racecourse was indeed huge, and there weren’t too few empty seats.
The two Umamusume quickly found good enough spots and sat down together.
Just like when she’d controlled Little Kangbai-chan, the contestants soon entered the track and began various warm-up exercises to prevent accidents during the race.
Although it was just preparation, Special Week kept watching, and Black Knight noticed Special Week’s main line of sight seemed to be on Silence Suzuka, just like her—here specifically to watch her.
‘She also noticed at a glance that Silence Suzuka isn’t simple, huh?
As expected, that Umamusume is strong!’ Regarding Special Week’s gaze, Black Knight just nodded approvingly.
Sure enough, idiots have accurate intuition.
“…?” On the track, Silence Suzuka seemed to sense something and looked up toward the spectator stands.
Excluding the excited spectators, Silence Suzuka quickly found Black Knight and Special Week, whom she’d seen once before, and immediately noticed the two seemed to be staring at her.
…Why?
Why were they staring at her like that?
The time to enter the gates soon arrived.
Silence Suzuka had no time to think more.
Now she could only immediately enter her gate and prepare her race strategy.
“…” Black Knight’s gaze gradually turned serious, her blade-like stare fixed on Silence Suzuka’s gate eight.
Come on!
Silence Suzuka, this world’s new star of Japan.
Let me see just how strong you really are!
Beside her, Special Week suddenly trembled again and subconsciously looked at Black Knight beside her, sighing inwardly: ‘Little Black’s doing it again.
What exactly is going on between her and that Silence Suzuka?’
With a whistle, the gates instantly opened.
All the Umamusume rushed out at the same moment, and that orange long hair quickly pulled far ahead of the others.
Black Knight kept staring at Silence Suzuka, but at this moment she was starting to feel confused—this speed, why wasn’t it as fast as she’d imagined?
According to Black Knight’s expectations, Silence Suzuka’s speed should be somewhat below Tyrant’s, but not so slow that Tyrant could crush her like an ant.
But this speed… was worlds apart from Tyrant!
‘Why?
Is she hiding her true ability?’ Staring at Silence Suzuka’s running speed, Black Knight was full of doubt—could it be that this Silence Suzuka was actually… weak?