"Do me a favor."
Kazuo said very briefly as soon as he entered the room.
"What?"
Koji was enjoying reading a magazine when he was startled by Kazuo's appearance.
"Didn't you go out today? Now you're..."
"Do you have a laptop?"
"My laptop broke a long time ago, and I haven't gotten around to fixing it..."
Before Koji could finish, Kazuo sat down and said, "Then I'd like to borrow a computer from the school's computer lab."
"You can just go," Koji thought something serious had happened because of his solemn expression and was about to casually dismiss him to continue reading his magazine, "but the school's computer lab can only be used until nine o'clock at the latest."
"I need you to help me find someone. I need to use the school's computers all night."
"Huh?"
Koji was about to say something else, but seeing the bag in Kazuo's hand, he seemed to understand something. He scratched his head and stood up.
"When do you need it?"
"The sooner the better."
"Alright, I'm really impressed with you. Remember to treat me to a meal later."
With that, Koji went out to make a call and returned shortly.
"You can go there directly now. Someone is waiting for you there. He'll give you the key to the computer classroom. Don't lose it!"
"Thanks! I'll treat you to ramen later!"
Before Koji could finish, Kazuo strode out.
"Hey! Let's get this straight, I want salted miso ramen! A large portion!"
Whether Kazuo heard him or not was unknown.
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However, when Kazuo arrived at the teaching building, he unexpectedly ran into a familiar person.
"Oh, I didn't expect it was you who wanted to borrow the school's computer classroom."
It was the uncle who had given Kazuo and Little Umika the dessert coupons that day. When he saw that it was Kazuo, he smiled and handed over the key.
"Since it's you, I won't say much about what to pay attention to. This key opens the computer classroom door, and also, it's best not to turn on the lights, as it would look bad if others found out."
Although he spoke vaguely, Kazuo understood his meaning.
"Thank you for your trouble."
"Haha, no trouble at all, no trouble. Well, you get to your work! I'll be going now."
After handing him the key, the uncle slowly left.
Kazuo did not hesitate and walked directly towards the computer lab.
As Koji had said, the school had a small computer room that was generally not used much now. If he was going to stay up all night, it would be best to be there so as not to disturb other classes.
Kazuo arrived at the classroom with a bag full of supplies. Holding a small desk lamp, Kazuo quickly started the computer and took out all sorts of books, materials, and notebooks.
Strewn across the table were countless energy drinks.
This was the stance of someone working to their limit.
Kazuo was already well-versed in staying up late from his review before the national mock exams.
And his current goal was very clear.
"Watch all fifty-plus competition videos."
These were all Narita Taishin's Middle School team competition videos. In addition, he had already entrusted Ms. Hayakawa to help him find some G1 race competition data videos.
There were also more than a dozen general theory and analysis report archives borrowed from the library. He even found all the video materials from Narita Taishin's recent class simulation races.
His purpose was very clear: to find that sense of excitement within himself.
Although it was just a guess, if he wasn't mistaken, he should probably trust his intuition.
"My subconscious must have discovered something... otherwise, I wouldn't have felt that stir..."
Kazuo muttered to himself as he took out the videotape given by Teacher Yamaji.
He put it into the optical drive, put on his headphones, and watched intently.
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Time flew by, and in a blink of an eye, it was the morning of the next day.
In the small computer room, a monitor screen was still lit, and the floor was now covered with various empty nutritional drink bottles.
He stared intently at the computer screen, his hand still constantly writing back and forth with a pen.
The densely packed data included the ranking of each video, the sequential curve, including various time periods, and the curve analysis of the rankings, expected values, and so on.
Various data and report analyses, comparative data, and marked videos for key observation.
For nearly eight hours, Kazuo had been repeating these tasks.
At this moment, he seemed to have completely turned into a machine. After dropping a few eye drops into his dry eyes, he continued to work. He repeatedly recorded and compared data, and compared techniques with Uma Musume in G1 races.
Within these eight hours, Kazuo had watched all of Narita Taishin's competition data videos without exception.
Narita Taishin, who had a strong desire for victory, despite her small stature, had placed in the top five in roughly three-quarters of these fifty-plus races, and among them, she had won more than twenty times.
From this data, it's not difficult to see that Daijin at least possessed a certain level of strength. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been recommended to Tresen Academy.
But compared to the few simulation races at the Academy, Daijin seemed to have lost control, her results getting worse each time, and she ran with increasing struggle.
"In those few races at the academy, Daijin seemed to try various running styles… but ultimately, for various reasons, she ended up being a hybrid of everything and nothing…"
Hmm… wait a minute?
This unconscious exclamation seemed to make Kazuo grasp something. He immediately perked up, picking up the report that was more than forty pages long.
"Sequential curve… sequential curve of four races… right, here it is!"
He opened his notebook again to do an analysis. The first time, she probably wanted to try a go first style… but due to her physique, she had no advantage in that aspect at all.
The second time… she switched to a escape style, but she couldn't control her speed, and her rhythm couldn't be controlled to the extreme like Mihono Bourbon… The third time… Kazuo watched the video of Daijin's failed race once more. After marking it, he opened the videos of races where Daijin won first place.
Daijin, whose height was essentially the same as now, was at the very end of the pack from the beginning of the race. As she ran on the track, she didn't show the same anxious expression as she does now… Her breathing rhythm was very regular, and her steps were very stable. Although she was always in the last echelon of the pack, she always ran at her own pace.
After all, it was a local race, and the pace was relatively slow. The leading two didn't intend to pull too far ahead. As a result, this kind of race would be more advantageous for a go first Uma Musume.
As long as she enters the middle section of the track—
And it was at this moment that Daijin started to accelerate in the last four hundred meters. What was interesting was that because the video mostly captured the situation of the leading group, when the camera suddenly pulled back in the last two hundred meters, Daijin had already appeared in fourth place.
It was impossible to see what exactly happened in between, but the final race result was that Daijin quietly achieved the feat of passing ten competitors… Although the camera angles here were not perfectly preserved, based on the sequential curve ranking method, Kazuo quickly listed several races with more distinct styles.
The conclusion he reached, however, made Kazuo's blood boil, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
That's right, he finally discovered Narita Taishin's hidden secret weapon, a talent that even she herself hadn't discovered… Narita Taishin possesses an ability that can overturn common sense.
The sprint data of the last three waves, with sufficient stamina, the terrifying burst of power that Daijin unleashed in the last two sections of the race, is absolutely her greatest reliance.
To ensure his conjecture was correct, Kazuo quickly found some video materials of Uma Musume with similar running styles that he remembered, and conducted a horizontal comparative analysis from the statistical data.
Kazuo laughed loudly, unable to hide his joy, "So it's really like this!?"
Even when compared to data from other G1 races, Daijin's current sprinting power still ranks among the best.
It's definitely not because her strength is lacking… No, this is Daijin's weapon!
Indeed—
It's Ghost Leg Daijin!!!
Narita Taishin, I declare my love for you!
The cherry blossoms of April, blooming and falling, are a mixture of longing and a throbbing held deep in the heart. This is the moment of confession for graduation and the start of school, just as the last summer is a signal of love. At the place of parting and reunion, it is the final lingering thought amidst the full bloom of cherry blossoms.
His restless heart felt as if it would leap out of his chest—
His blood was completely boiling. Run, chase, chase!
When Kazuo came to his senses, he was already running. The scolding voice from behind was clearly Tojo-senpai's voice—
Clearly, he would definitely be lectured after running at high speed inside the school building.
But,
Now, compared to these, nothing else mattered!
He just wanted to run, just wanted to rush to that person's side as quickly as possible—
School building, corridor, courtyard.
Where his gaze reached, the figure of that child finally appeared before him.
"Wait, wait a minute! Narita-san!!"
Shouting loudly, his chest felt like it was burning with pain, but at this moment, he couldn't pay attention to these things… He, he just wanted her to hear him!
The small figure, carrying her school bag, paused and turned around in surprise. The girl looked somewhat astonished, and the girl beside her was also clearly looking at the two of them in surprise—
The gentle sunlight filtered through the gaps in the trees. In the calm moment of turning around, that haziness and distance held an indescribable melancholy. The breeze gently blew, bringing with it the scattered cherry blossoms of Yoshino, making it look as beautiful as a painting in that light and shadow. But under the shade, the bespectacled boy, slightly hunched over, leaning on his legs, was panting heavily.
"Hoo… hah ah hah… I, I finally found you… Narita-san…"
It wasn't until he stopped that he suddenly realized he had run all the way from the staff office to the school gate… It was… incredible.
Some things had to be said now. Driven by this thought, he had rushed over like this. Even now, his thoughts were still catching up… "You… are you the one from yesterday…?"
Because he was bent over, looking up slightly, the girl crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him with a scrutinizing attitude.
That unconsciously radiating sharp attitude was like her protective shell, but from her eyes, one could see her current wavering and doubt… "Ah!! It's the Trainer who was with Daijin yesterday! Could it be, could it be, that now is the time!!!"
The girl next to her recovered from her brief astonishment. Coming to her senses, she seemed to realize something, covering her mouth and shouting excitedly.
To an outsider, this scene might have looked like a confession from a romance novel, set amidst blooming cherry blossoms... In fact, the surrounding students had all turned their attention to them... Even he himself realized this at the moment, but—
No... if it were truly like that, he might be torn to shreds by Tojo-senpai... However, he couldn't afford to think about that now.
He had to convey this to her.
With his emotions soaring, Kazuo almost involuntarily grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Narita Taishin...! Will you be with me!?"
"Ha!?"
"I will take responsibility for you!! So—"
"Please let me be your Trainer!!!"
This was the first step taken in the career of a Trainer named Asama Kazutomi.
A small act of courage, at the end of which lies a story of shared struggle... You've been tricked.jpg
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