Why did things turn out like this?
He had crossed over into a relatively peaceful world and had even found the perfect formula for his future success.
Two joys should have overlapped to create an even greater joy.
What was supposed to be the happiest outcome…
why did it end up like this?
Feeling the crushing pressure tearing at him from both sides, Kato Akira closed his eyes in pain, refusing to face reality.
If he could just get his Trainer’s license, he would definitely teach these two high school girls what a real Trainer was!
If he ever became the academy’s chairman, he would make all of Tracen Academy tremble!
Basically, Akira’s mind was a complete and utter mess.
He had no idea why he was in this situation.
Wait, this was his own dorm room.
So why were there two Triple Crown Uma Musume standing in it?
The two Triple Crown champions faced off, their combined pressure and authority making the air in the room feel suffocating.
Mr.
C.B.
stood there with a bright smile, while Symboli Rudolf wore an absolutely freezing expression.
Caught right in the middle was a twenty four year old adult man, sweating bullets, lacking the courage to even speak to two high school girls.
Damn it, what else could he do to survive?
Akira gritted his teeth and made his move!
He gathered his courage and took two steps closer to Mr.
C.B.’s side.
But before he could take another step, a slender hand quietly pressed down on his shoulder.
“Kato Akira-san.”
Symboli Rudolf flicked her ears back and looked at the man with a terrifyingly gentle smile.
“Sit down.
We are talking about you.
Hiding behind another girl is not a good look.”
“Yes, President.”
Obediently sitting back down in his chair, Akira gave up thinking entirely.
However, that gesture seemed to break some unspoken rule.
The free spirited Mr.
C.B.
lightly walked up behind Akira, draped her arms over his shoulders, and flashed a bright smile at Symboli Rudolf.
“Why are you showing such intense hostility, Rudolf?
Akira hasn’t even done anything, yet you’re making a huge fuss and demanding to punish him.
Isn’t that taking things a bit too far?”
“He isn’t a Trainer yet, so he has no foundation to be guiding anyone else,” Rudolf replied coldly.
“Really?
But it’s not like he was touching any other horse girls, right?”
“That is a lie!”
Her ears pinned completely flat against the back of her head.
“The starting gate in the woods had clearly just been moved, there were fresh tracks from two Uma Musume, and he is practically covered in their scents!
C.B., stop playing these foolish tricks!”
“Hmm~?
But that is my secret base—didn’t I make that perfectly clear?”
Still hugging the sweating Akira, Mr.
C.B.
looked at the Emperor, whose hair was practically standing on end from anger, and smiled brightly.
“I like hanging out there.
I made friends with some Uma Musume who already finished their URA campaigns, and I found Akira to help cover for us.
Who else could be at fault here?”
“Then tell me, who exactly were you hanging out with over there, Mr.
C.B.?”
“Do you want to monitor my private life now, Rudolf?
Do I need my free time supervised and checked by you?
Are you really going to go that far just over a mere possibility?”
“Ngh—!”
Akira watched as Symboli Rudolf clenched her fists tightly.
She bared her teeth in utter frustration, her ears pinned so far back they looked like they would pierce her own head.
A few veins popped on her clenched hands as she glared at Mr.
C.B., who was still standing behind Akira with a smug smile.
The Emperor leaned in slowly, her face filled with an intense, overbearing authority that felt like it could crush the entire room.
But just as Akira thought she was going to scream in anger, the terrifying Emperor took a deep breath.
It was a long, slow breath, as if she were trying to suck all the oxygen out of the small dorm.
Then, she exhaled.
Sitting directly in front of her, Akira felt as if the room’s temperature had genuinely spiked a few degrees just from the heat of her sigh.
“I apologize, I lost my composure for a moment.”
When she opened her eyes, the angry Emperor had regained her calm.
She looked at Mr.
C.B.
with a gentle, composed smile.
“I trust your judgment, Mr.
C.B.
But you must also know that I sincerely wish for all Uma Musume to run freely on the turf and display their true abilities.
I just need you to believe that.”
“Of course, you’re the Emperor with a grand dream.
I just came to tell you not to casually mess with other people’s lives.
If you keep pushing like this, you’re going to suffer a loss sooner or later, you know?
If something really happens, the one who dies will be you, Rudolf.”
Mr.
smiled, lightly patting the sweating Akira’s shoulder, and looked at the calm Emperor with a faint grin.
“And I don’t mean the ‘Emperor’ dying on the racetrack.
I mean Symboli Rudolf, the person, dying inside.
I’m very sure of it.”
“You’re that attached to him…
I will keep that in mind.”
Seemingly trusting her words, Rudolf looked down in thought for a moment, and the heavy tension in the room finally eased.
“But I still cannot allow the rules to be blatantly ignored.
Mistakes must be corrected, and certain issues must be resolved,” Rudolf added.
“Yep, which means anything else is fine~”
“…Oh?”
“That’s all I came to say!
I’m leaving now~ Take good care of Akira for me!”
The free spirited horse girl blew a kiss to the two of them, then lightly jumped out the window and disappeared into the night.
The most free spirited Uma Musume in the world was always incomprehensible.
Akira, who had momentarily thought he was saved, now felt like he had been dropped straight into the abyss.
He looked at Symboli Rudolf, trembling in fear.
Facing the overwhelming Student Council, an internal conflict between them would have normally been great news for him.
But after saying all those strange things and apparently reaching a mutual understanding, Akira realized he was in deeper trouble than ever.
Mr.
C.B.
hadn’t come to save him—she had come to help Rudolf organize her thoughts!
“Sigh…
isn’t it a bit too late to fix the door after the sheep have already gone missing?”
Letting out an old fashioned sigh, the Emperor shook her head.
She looked at Akira, her expression returning to its cold, commanding default.
“Kato Akira-san…
I hope you recognize your current situation.”
“Yes, President.”
“I know where you live and what your job is.
I strongly advise you not to entertain any special ideas.”
“Yes, President.”
“Mr.
C.B.
is free spirited and values fairness, so what she says makes sense.
But you need to think very carefully about your own position and your job.”
“I understand.”
“Now then, study for me.”
“…?”
Watching her toss one of his Trainer textbooks right in front of him, Akira stared in bewilderment at the cold faced Symboli Rudolf, completely failing to process what was happening.