"Run three laps, we'll simulate the last stretch on the last lap."
"Okay!"
McQueen and Teio stand side by side and take their stance. The young man starts the race with a single clap, and both of his Umas instantly take off. The training regime he has put on them bears fruit as their start acceleration has improved compared to the first time they met.
Both of them are F in power. I should now change focus to their top speed.
The young man watches his trainees go around the course and finish their first lap. Teio was ahead of McQueen, but her breathing was more ragged, too. McQueen, who looked like she was taking an evening stroll. The difference in their stamina shouldn't be yielding such a different outcome, so the young man wonders why McQueen is not struggling like Teio.
I wonder if it's not only a mere stat difference but also techniques. If only my eyes could see more than the normal UI. It doesn't show cornering, stamina preservation, breathing, and the rest of the techniques needed to win a race. I have to find a way to level up my skills, too.
"Pant… Pant… Pant…"
"Haah…"
His Umas passed him once again, entering their last lap.
Alright, I'd better prepare myself.
The young man stretches his legs and prepares his ankles so they will be flexible for the upcoming kick. When his Umas was coming toward him, the young man dug his feet into the ground and ran toward the ball.
Is he planning to race us, that idiot?
McQueen watches as her trainer runs alongside her and stops just before the start of the turn. He swings his leg with his entire body behind it and delivers all of that power to the ball.
*BAAAAAAM*
"Whaa…"
Normally, McQueen would be running side-by-side with an Uma, but this time, next to her face was the football her trainer had just kicked. He said that he'll use this ball as a tool to train her and Teio, but not even in her wildest dream would she expect this.
"McQueen, FOCUS!!"
"Eh?"
*THUMP*
"Ouch!!"
McQueen was completely fascinated with the ball flying at the same speed as her, so she forgot to turn, and the ball hit her straight on her face.
"Are you okay, McQueen? Pant… Pant…"
The amber brown haired Uma offers her hand to the light purple-haired Uma.
"I'm okay… I was just surprised, that's all."
"Yeah… Pant… Pant… Seeing a ball whizzing beside my face is something else, I tell ya… Pant… Pant…"
"Come on, McQueen. You need to stop thinking about dessert and focus on training, you chubby purple."
"I wasn't! And don't give me a weird nickname!!"
McQueen pouts at her incoming trainer.
"Seriously, why are you a trainer?"
"We were fated for each other, McQueen."
McQueen rolls her eyes. Knowing her trainer's attitude, this is definitely just one among many meaningless flatteries he throws whenever he is in trouble.
"Can you both continue or what?"
"Pant… Pant… Yeah! I can still go on! Pant… Pant…"
"Me too."
"Alright. Restart your three laps. We'll try this again. The ball is the edge. Don't let it hit you."
"It won't happen again."
The 2 Umas once again took a stance before being sent off by their trainer. The fatigue built up after their first laps caused a noticeable drop in their performance. The young man watches as his Umas run past him for the first lap and looks at his watch.
I just asked them to run an equivalent of a medium-length race, so understandably, their performance would drop considerably. This will be the last laps before I have them take a break. I also need to adjust the speed of the ball if that's the case.
The young man prepared himself once again as his Umas goes by him and enters their last lap.
Alright! Let eyeballs this!! I'll kick the perfect kick from the get-go!
The young man takes a starting stance as his Umas come running toward him. He starts running just after his Umas pass him and then delivers his kick. The ball once again followed the curved trajectory, but its speed was slower compared to the first one.
"Pant… Pant… Pant… Pant…"
"Pant… Pant… Uuh!! Pant… Pant… Pant…"
Unfortunately, the young man has underestimated just how tired his trainees were as the ball overtook them and hit the pole first.
Alright. Definitely a break after this.
"Pant… Pant… Huff… Huff… Pant… I'm beat…"
"Pant… Pant… Huff…"
"Let's take a break, you two."
The young man hands over the trainees their respective water bottles. They gladly grab the bottles and chug down on the water as if they have been stranded in a desert for years.
"Calm down. You'll choke on your own water if you drink it that hard."
"I'm thirsty!!"
"I can see that."
The trainer was about to hand over their towels to each of his trainees, but Teio quickly buried her face in the towel on her trainer's hand and rubbed her face all over it.
"Sigh… If you want me to wipe your sweat off, then say it, little baby."
"Hehehe~~"
"Stop moving so much."
The young man grabs the amber brown-haired girl's chin to stop her face from moving too much as he wipes her sweat off. Seeing such a cheerful smile come from such a cute girl, normal people would instantly fall for her in a heartbeat, but this young man had remembered how this girl tried to suffocate her when they first met, and that is enough deterrent for him to not drop his guard around her.
"There, done. Come here, McQueen."
"Eh? Me too?!"
Even though McQueen makes a loud noise about it, she still comes forward to her trainer and lets him wipe her off her sweat. Sensing the hands of a man on her face causes McQueen's body to tense up, and the distance between them doesn't help at all. If this perverted man ever wanted to steal McQueen's first kiss, then there is nothing that she can do to stop him.
Yes. Nothing at all.
"McQueen…"
"Mh…"
McQueen closes her eyes when her trainer lifts her chin. She had stopped caring about the feeling of the towel on her body and prepared herself. She licks her lips and pushes her body up by tiptoeing.
"Alright, you're done."
"Eh?"
McQueen was completely flabbergasted when she only felt cold wind on her wet lips. Blush rises from deep within McQueen's heart when she comes to realize what she had just done.
AAAAAA!!! WHY DID I DO THAT?!?!
"McQueen, is your tummy hurt?"
The 2 other people could only look confusedly at McQueen, who suddenly crouched down and hugged her head.
"No… It's okay… It's nothing…"
"Man, you Uma Musumes sure are weird, huh?"
This is all your fault!!
McQueen can only be satisfied with retorting in her mind as she stares at her trainer with anger. She knows it's her own fault for feeling like this, but she shouldn't be. A Mejiro like her should find someone suitable for her status, not a pervert with questionable morals.
That's right!! Not him!! Absolutely not him!! And if it does have to be him, I have to change him!! I can fix him!!
I'll mold you into a man worthy of a Mejiro name, even if I have to brainwash you!!