At the police station, several Umamusume were helplessly accompanying their trainer—Mr.
Okino.
Because Feiyuan-sensei had mistaken him for a hentai pervert, our poor Mr.
Okino had been forcibly dragged into the station by her.
No helping it.
With an Umamusume’s physique, unless Okino was born with divine strength, there was no way he could contend with Feiyuan-sensei in a contest of strength.
Fortunately, with his Tracen Academy trainer credentials, the academy’s guarantee, and several Umamusume vouching for him, after Feiyuan-sensei left, Okino was finally released after a warning.
Holding the trophy in one hand and carrying the plush doll on her back, Little Kangbai-chan asked in a muffled voice while eating snacks: “So, Ojisan, why did you have to touch someone’s leg?”
“Yeah, you’ve learned your lesson now.” Daiwa Scarlet also looked at her trainer with disgust.
Although she knew he wasn’t that kind of person, still…
“Well… the other party really is a very capable Umamusume. I was just shocked at the time.” Okino scratched his head awkwardly.
Honestly, thinking about it now, he probably did go a bit too far.
But that Umamusume really was strong.
The muscles on her legs completely showed that she was an Umamusume who’d received extensive training and was full of power and sufficient flexibility, while also possessing tremendous explosive power.
An Umamusume like this—if she were to run races, it would probably have to be G2 or even G1 level races to accommodate such a great Buddha.
“I wonder where she’s from.” Okino sighed.
If only he could train such an amazing Umamusume, the kids’ dreams might be easily realized.
“Is she really that strong?” Vodka looked at Okino like this and felt a bit doubtful.
Where exactly did that Umamusume come from?
To make even the trainer care so much.
Back then, even she and Daiwa Scarlet hadn’t made the trainer show that kind of expression, right?
That unknown Umamusume could attract someone so much just by being seen once?
“Mm.” Okino nodded, carefully recalling every detail after seeing that black Umamusume.
“Although her face was completely expressionless, her aura was absolutely very powerful—powerful enough to rank among the Umamusume I’ve seen.”
“Her leg muscles were very firm yet retained enough flexibility. Clearly she’s received professional and extensive training. The overall time shouldn’t be less than 7 years. Estimating upward, it might be around 10 years.”
“Hah? 10 years?” Gold Ship compared it to when she’d started formal training.
Not counting the time she’d just run around casually, it was absolutely impossible for it to be 10 years.
After all, if you really did professional training for about 10 years or even longer, almost no Umamusume’s body could endure that, right?
“Hey hey, could you have made a mistake?” Daiwa Scarlet also couldn’t believe it. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
About 10 years of extensive professional training—unless the other was an Umamusume close to 30 years old, almost no Umamusume would have such a long training time, right?
On the other side, Little Kangbai-chan’s movements also paused.
She hadn’t expected her other self seemed to be pretty awesome.
If you counted it up, her other self would at least count as a mini-boss blocking the path, right?
“No, I’m not wrong about this—although I don’t know why such a young Umamusume would have so much training time, I’m absolutely not wrong about this.”
Okino rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then decided to go collect information himself to see if he could find info on the other.
Such a miraculous Umamusume—he cared about her too.
But for now—Okino thought, then took out his phone and checked the time.
Well, at this time, Silence Suzuka had long finished running.
If he went now, he should still be able to catch the Winner’s Stage performance, right?
……
No matter how many times she saw it, she still found it too strange.
Standing in the spectator stands, watching the Winner’s Stage with cold eyes, Black Knight thought so.
Clearly it was a competitive world, so why was there this kind of idol stage opera performance?
Weren’t they specifically going to race?
Were they instead fighting for the chance to perform on stage?
That was really strange.
Performing on stage actually required competing with others for the chance.
Had the industry competition in this world reached such a fierce degree?
“…” Glancing sideways, Special Week and Feiyuan-sensei beside her were staring at the three Umamusume on stage with sparkling eyes, seemingly watching with great interest.
She didn’t understand.
As expected, was it because she wasn’t an Umamusume of this world, so she couldn’t understand the beauty in it?
Then I really am a weirdo.
“Uh, so, are we going to start getting all tearful and grateful here now, then contemplate life?” Beside Black Knight, the invisible little light ball asked.
After all, it had heard from other seniors in the industry that they often experienced similar things.
Like the host suddenly feeling the whole world was wrong or didn’t fit them, so they got all sentimental, and if not counseled, their personality might suddenly change drastically and they’d start messing around.
It wasn’t proficient in psychological counseling at all.
If the host had psychological problems, it would be hard to solve them even if it wanted to.
“…That’s absolutely impossible.” Black Knight shook her head—what a joke.
Psychological problems?
I’m a goof and a psycho.
How could I have psychological problems?
“I’m just thinking… about how to win.”
……
After the Winner’s Stage ended, Black Knight and Feiyuan-sensei parted ways with Special Week.
Except Special Week seemed to leave in a particular hurry, like she’d forgotten something very important.
After parting, Feiyuan-sensei asked Black Knight many questions about Special Week, which made Black Knight suspect—was this woman trying to drag Special Week into Sukegahara Academy too?
It wasn’t impossible.
After all, an academy that had been unable to recruit students for a long time suddenly getting one student would definitely cause all kinds of problems.
Wanting another wasn’t impossible either.
Although Feiyuan-sensei asked frequently, Black Knight’s answers were still full of perfunctoriness, like she had no understanding in this area or didn’t want to talk about this topic.
‘After all, enrollment should be voluntary.
I don’t really want to be a middleman who pleases neither side.’
‘Looks like the two little ones haven’t hit it off as well as I imagined.’
Each with their own thoughts, the two sighed over their own difficulties, until they found a reasonably cheap inn and each went to sleep.
—After all, Miss Feiyuan-sensei didn’t actually have much spare money, so the two could only choose a cheap inn.
Man, if the Umamusume Miss Feiyuan-sensei brought had been Little Kangbai-chan, that appetite probably would’ve made Miss Feiyuan-sensei declare bankruptcy that same day.
After a night’s rest, early the next morning, Miss Feiyuan-sensei took Black Knight to the racecourse they’d already decided on, planning to let Black Knight get familiar with the environment first.
“This race is a medium-distance event. Do you have confidence?” On the way, Feiyuan-sensei, following behind Black Knight, asked her a bit.
After all, no matter how amazing an Umamusume was, confidence was a very important thing.
“Mm.” She didn’t know if she could beat high-level Umamusume, but low-level Umamusume—they shouldn’t be a match for the Black Knight template.
Finally, after about ten-odd minutes of jogging, the two Umamusume arrived together at a new racecourse just as splendid as the one they’d seen yesterday.
And Black Knight was about to officially begin her racing career at this racecourse…