"Long time no see, Drejo."
The Uma that had just entered the arena was Dream Journey. An Uma that is only slightly taller than Stego. Her hair cascaded down like a waterfall of charcoal black and silver, only interrupted by bold pale gold that matched the inner tuft of her pointed ears. Behind the clear glass are one of the world's most stunning eyes—a brilliant pupil whose majesty could only be rivaled by the world's most precious gems.
For Stay Gold, Dream Journey is a close friend. For the young man, she is death incarnate. In the young man's old world, there is a jockey who is well known for riding difficult horses. Even amongst those horses, none stood out more to the jockey than Dream Journey, and it was because of one simple reason. In the words of the jockey himself.
"The only horse that attacks with the intent to kill."
If someone who deals with temperamental horses his entire career said that, then you know Dream Journey is one hell of a menace. The young man is now even more desperate to exit Stego's clutch. The situation can only get worse if—
"Dearest big sister Drejo, is she here?"
FFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!!!!!
"Yes, she is, Orfevre."
"Please let me go!! I don't want to die!!"
"I'm still a woman too, you know? Being told that you're going to die by smelling me hurts my heart."
It's not your smell anymore that will kill me!!! It's your 2 daughters!!! I'll do anything!! Please let me go!! I'll even sniff your panties while you're still wearing them!! Just let me LIVE!!!!
"Stay Gold reminds me of you, Teio."
"What does that supposed to mean?!?! Are you saying that I exude a homeless aura?!?"
"Yo, Orfevre. You still hover around your big sister as usual, huh?"
The young man could hear 2 footsteps approaching his position. He knows those are death angels preparing their scythes to take his life once again. Tomorrow, there will be a broadcast of his death, and the cause will be suicide via 32 stab wounds.
"What are you doing here, dear big sister?"
"Baking a cake."
"No!! I was!! She's just being a nuisance!! Let go of me!! Fine!! You smell great!! Happy?!?!"
"Somehow it hurts even more. How can you do that? Compliments were meant to make people feel good."
The bum finally let go of her prey, knowing that there was nowhere for him to run.
"Hmm… It's you."
"Yes, I'm Igo."
"You know him, Orfevre?"
"Only on the surface level."
"I suppose I'm the only one left. Greetings, my name is Dream Journey."
"Ah… Yes… I'm Igo Heita. Team Minaz's trainer."
To say that Igo is nervous is an understatement. He knew Dream Journey's reputation and was pretty wary of her. Not only is she extremely good at concealing her true emotion, but she also has another fuse, which is her little sister. If anyone were to cause even the slightest of harm to her beloved little sister, Orfevre, then that person better have their will prepared. The young man now needs to tiptoe on 2 stacked landmine fields.
"Oooh!! That's Orfevre and Dream Journey!!"
"Your trainer knows some powerful people, McQueen."
"Yeah…"
Seeing her trainer being surrounded by umas—powerful umas cause the light purple-haired uma's heart to shrink and crumple. The way her friends awe at the umas around HER trainer doesn't bring pride or joy to the girl. She wants to hear those murmurs when it is HER who stands beside him.
It's supposed to be me…
"Powerful… huh…"
Teio's eyes narrowed until it's just a slit. The way her trainer desperately pleaded for his life… Teio wants it so that only HER can hear that lullaby. His plea was the most beautiful song she has ever heard, and she doesn't like it that anyone else can hear it besides HER. It's supposed to be HER morning ringtone, so why is everyone hearing it?
I will become more powerful, and he'll be mine only!!!
"Do you girls feel the atmosphere getting heavier, or is it just me?"
"Yeah… It's getting harder to breathe…"
*DING*
"Oh! The cake is done!"
The young man quickly puts on the oven mitts before he opens the oven. He bends down, lowering the upper part of his body. In doing so, showcasing the hormon-filled young uma musume his most defenseless area.
"Mmmm… Ssluurp…"
"Calm down, will ya? I need to decorate the cake first before you can eat it."
We prefer them raw, but having some decorations won't be bad. It'll be like opening a Christmas present.
"It's pretty round?"
"The cake? It's cylindrical. The hell are you girls talking about? Did you hit your head?"
We want to bury our faces between those round cakes.
"Uuuh… The atmosphere is getting heavier…"
"Gulp… What's going on? It's—It feels heavy in here…"
"I think… We should leave…"
"Yeeeaaahhh…"
The innocent quietly sneaks away from the room. Taking advantage of the fact that the predators are entirely focused on the prey. Their pupils sharpened like how it is on a feline, tracking even the slightest movement their prey makes.
I'm going to enjoy eating that cake.