This "retreat" was less like a hospital and more like a top-class Japanese-style garden estate built deep in the mountains.
The air carried the fresh scent of grass and earth, and the gentle murmur of flowing water filled the silence.
Ancient eaves and carved beams adorned the refined architecture, exuding understated luxury in every corner.
Led by an attendant, Kuroha followed a covered walkway until they reached a tatami room facing a perfectly composed kare-sansui rock garden.
And there she was—the one he had come to meet.
Mejiro Ardan.
She sat quietly, dressed in a simple yet elegant home kimono. Her beauty was flawless, her grace impeccable—like a celestial maiden stepping out from a classical painting.
Her light blue, glassy hair spilled down like a waterfall, a few strands gently resting against the front of her kimono.
But the perfection was broken by the sight of one leg, immobilized in white plaster.
"Mr. Kuroha, welcome," she said, raising her head with a perfectly measured smile, betraying not the slightest hint of pain.
She inclined her head slightly, gesturing for him to sit across from her.
"Hello, Miss Ardan. I've long heard your name," Kuroha replied politely.
Before arriving, he had assumed he would be meeting the head of the Mejiro family—or perhaps McQueen's mother.
He had not expected Ardan to invite him alone. The thought left him mildly surprised.
As he sat, his eyes flicked to the cast on her leg. That was the mark left by her fierce battle in the recent Japan Derby.
Born with "legs as fragile as glass," every time Mejiro Ardan ran, it was a gamble.
She seemed not to notice his gaze as she began preparing tea, her every movement smooth and deliberate, steeped in elegance and etiquette.
Even with her injury, her composure was unshaken.
Before long, she set a steaming cup of fragrant tea before him.
"Please," she said softly.
After a few brief pleasantries, she finally came to the point.
"To be honest, I invited you here today because I have a request."
Her tone remained gentle, but her beautiful blue eyes held a trace of earnestness that could not be hidden.
Kuroha glanced again at the cast on her leg. He could already guess her purpose for summoning him.
"Please, go ahead," he said after only a moment's thought.
With his permission, Ardan set down what she was holding and touched her cast lightly.
"My leg was injured during the Japan Derby… According to the doctors, it will take at least four months before I can walk normally again."
Her lips pressed into a thin line, tinged with frustration.
"And if I want to recover enough to return to the track… it could take a full year."
Kuroha's gaze sharpened.
Through the feedback of his Body and Breath Perception, he knew she spoke the truth. Her leg was in a dangerously fragile state—being able to recover at all was already a miracle.
One more bad step, and she might have been forced into retirement.
In history, it was true—Ardan had suffered a severe injury in the Japan Derby. She had run herself to the limit.
The race was on May 29. She would not return until May 27 of the following year.
"I heard from Sakura Chiyono O that you… have a special technique for treating leg injuries," she said.
Kuroha's hand paused briefly on his teacup, but he remained silent, waiting for her to continue.
"I know this is presumptuous," she admitted with a faint, self-deprecating smile.
"After all, you're already McQueen's trainer, and you have four horse girls in your team to manage."
"But… I don't want to waste an entire year."
Kuroha listened without interruption. He knew all too well what losing a year meant to a horse girl in her True Blooming period—the fleeting three years of peak growth.
"I want to maintain my condition as much as possible within my limits, to prepare for next year's return.
Even if it's just basic physical upkeep and mental conditioning—it's better than complete stagnation."
She drew a steadying breath.
"So I know this request is sudden, and I understand your time is valuable."
Her voice trembled ever so slightly.
"That is why the Mejiro family is willing to offer you a private, uninhabited island for your summer training camp this year."
"The island's training facilities are fully equipped. Its accommodations and recovery amenities surpass anything available at any public camp."
It was a reward no trainer could easily refuse.
But as she spoke, the perfect mask of elegance finally cracked.
Her expression dimmed, her eyes glimmering with a deep longing for the track—and a fear of the future.
The next moment, this proud horse girl from the prestigious Mejiro family… lowered her noble head before Kuroha.
Her blue hair spilled forward like glassy silk, hiding her face.
"Please… I'm begging you. Help me."
The air seemed to freeze. The only sounds were her faint, trembling breaths—and the weight of her plea.
Kuroha did not rush to lift her, nor did he answer immediately.
He set down his teacup with a quiet clink that seemed to echo in the silent room.
"I accept the weight of your request," he said evenly.
His voice was calm, unaffected by her noble status, the promise of an island, or the beauty before him.
"But before anything else—please, lift your head, Miss Ardan."
She flinched slightly, then slowly looked up.
Without her realizing it, Kuroha had risen and moved to her side, crouching so that his eyes were level with her injured leg.
His gaze was steady, almost piercing, as though he could see through the plaster to the truth beneath.
"I need to examine your injury first, to determine whether I can help you," he said, his tone professional and serious.
(End of Chapter)
Although Kuroha indeed possessed a method that could completely heal Mejiro Ardan…
[Panacea].
A tool said to cure any ailment a Uma Musume might have.
In theory, healing Mejiro Ardan's leg injury shouldn't be a problem at all.
However, he had only obtained this tool less than two hours ago.
Kuroha wasn't certain whether he could immediately prepare it.
That's why he planned to first gain a complete understanding of Mejiro Ardan's current physical condition before discussing whether or not to proceed with treatment.
Kuroha crouched beside Mejiro Ardan, the light of [Body and Breath Perception] shining in his eyes.
Mejiro Ardan, meanwhile, stared blankly at Kuroha, who was focused intently on her injured leg.
An inexplicable warmth welled up in her chest.
The power of [Body and Breath Perception] seemed to "pierce through" the girl's body.
Under this mysterious power, Kuroha "saw" beneath the plaster cast — the fragile bone covered with subtle, stress-induced microfractures that could not be fully examined.
He also "saw" the surrounding tendons and ligaments, whose vitality and elasticity had been lost due to the extreme tearing from that final sprint, showing clear signs of degeneration.
This was indeed not an injury that conventional medical treatment could heal in a short period of time.
If she forced a comeback, it would inevitably re-rupture, completely ending her career.
A moment later, Kuroha opened his eyes, clarity in his gaze.
"It can be healed."
His final diagnosis wasn't loud, but it landed in Mejiro Ardan's mind like a thunderclap.
"But it will require time and a special rehabilitation environment."
"If the island your family offers could be equipped with a complete pharmaceutical setup and facilities, it would perfectly meet those conditions."
Kuroha stood and returned to his seat, his gaze calm as he looked at her.
In his eyes, Mejiro Ardan's injury was laid completely bare.
Just from a cursory inspection, Kuroha had only a 40% chance of producing a [Panacea] directly targeted at her current condition.
But if the pharmaceutical environment was complete, and he had sufficient time to monitor her condition comprehensively…
That probability would rise to 80%!
And that chance was directly tied to his medical and pharmacological expertise.
If his knowledge reached the required standard, the chance of perfectly creating the [Panacea]…
Would be 100%!
At last, Kuroha understood just how overpowered the combination of [Body and Breath Perception] and [Panacea] truly was.
"Opened? I never closed it, so what's there to 'open'?" he thought wryly.
As for accepting the offer of the summer camp on the uninhabited island?
It was simply convenient…
The Mejiro family hardly lacked such expenses.
Coincidentally, Kuroha had recently been troubled about where to hold the summer camp — this solved a problem for him as well.
Besides, helping Mejiro Ardan would indeed require a lot of his time.
These things would need her active cooperation.
In just a few sentences, he had given Mejiro Ardan hope that lifted her from hell to heaven, and then, naturally, accepted the generous reward.
Mejiro Ardan stared blankly at Kuroha, her mind going momentarily blank.
This invitation to Kuroha had been something of a desperate gamble.
Almost every professional doctor had given her the same conclusion — if she wanted to return to the track, at least a year of rest was unavoidable.
For Mejiro Ardan, who carried the honor of the Mejiro family, that conclusion was unbearably cruel.
That's why, upon hearing Sakura Chiyono O's words,
Mejiro Ardan had clung to them like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, and invited Kuroha.
Before Kuroha arrived, she had already prepared herself for disappointment.
Yet unexpectedly, she heard his firm and calm response —
"It can be healed."
Those three words were like a stone dropped into a deep lake, stirring unprecedented ripples in her heart.
"This summer, if you're willing, you can join my team's Uma Musume for recovery training on that island," Kuroha said softly.
After all, this summer camp would definitely include Mejiro McQueen anyway.
And bringing her sister along was no big deal.
"I'm willing! No matter what kind of training, I'm willing!"
Mejiro Ardan quickly said, her delicate face nearly pressing against Kuroha's nose.
"…"
The two silently stared at each other for a moment.
"Ah… I'm sorry, I… I…"
Realizing her behavior was a bit too excited, the blue-haired girl's cheeks flushed red as she shyly pulled back.
Kuroha wasn't bothered by her impulsiveness, but asked with some curiosity,
"You trust me this much? You don't need any proof?"
Although he was confident in his ability, to others, there was no direct evidence to rely on yet.
So far, what he had given Mejiro Ardan was only a verbal promise.
Unexpectedly, the young lady trusted him so completely.
She chuckled softly at his words,
Her gentle and elegant demeanor returning.
"Kuroha-san, you're the trainer personally endorsed and appointed by the 'Emperor' for McQueen, you know~"
"…The Emperor… Symboli Rudolf, huh…"
Her words made Kuroha realize.
He hadn't expected "Old Tofu"'s name to be so useful…
The weight behind the name Symboli Rudolf was indeed enough to remove anyone's doubts.
And Kuroha's direct endorsement from the "Emperor" was truly a trump card of considerable weight.
Mejiro Ardan caught every subtle change in his expression.
She lifted her teacup and took a graceful sip.
The warm tea seemed to soothe the ease in her heart.
"So, please have no concerns whatsoever,"
Mejiro Ardan said, placing the cup down, her voice once again calm and elegant.
"The Mejiro family will fully cooperate with all your requests — whether it's the special environment needed for pharmaceuticals or any arrangements during the camp.
"That island, from today onward, will be the exclusive rehabilitation and training ground for you and your team."
She paused, her gaze falling to the plaster on her leg once again.
But this time, her eyes no longer held only heaviness — they now carried a spark called 'hope.'
"Then, for now… focus on your recovery,"
Kuroha said, glancing at her leg.
Right now, even the smallest movement would worsen her injury.
For now, staying in bed was best for her.
"Well then, Ardan-san, I'll take my leave."
Kuroha stood and bid her farewell.
Mejiro Ardan nodded slightly, gratitude and anticipation mingled on her face.
"Very well, Kuroha-san. I'll follow your advice, rest properly, and await your news."
Kuroha nodded back and stepped out over the threshold, leaving the tearoom.
Mejiro Ardan watched his departing back.
It was a long while before she slowly lowered her gaze to her plaster-covered leg.
This time, her fingertips brushed lightly over the cold surface — not with bitterness, but with cautious anticipation.
"Summer camp… uninhabited island…"
The blue-haired girl murmured softly, an unconscious smile curling at her lips.
(End of Chapter)
Several days had passed since Kuroha's meeting with Mejiro Ardan.
Now, the location for the summer camp had been decided.
After winning the second leg of the South Kanto Triple Crown and the Million Stone Prize, Fujimasa March and Inari One had entered a short off-season.
The biggest relief for Kuroha was that the results of the Central Trainer License exam had been released — he had passed with high marks.
For the first time in a long while, all the taut strings relaxed, and Kuroha enjoyed an unprecedented period of leisure.
At his rented personal training facility…
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows of the trainer's lounge, scattering mottled shadows across the floor.
Kuroha leaned back on the sofa, holding a professional pharmacology book in his hands, though his gaze kept wandering around the room.
The once-quiet space that belonged only to him was now bustling.
Down on the track outside, Inari One and Fujimasa March were undergoing a phase of light training.
With the summer camp approaching, Kuroha had eased the intensity of their regimen, adding only [Medium Distance Aptitude] and [Long Distance Aptitude] to their plans.
Both had unlocked the second stage of their [Zone], their stats now at the pinnacle among their generation.
Thus, his current plans for them mainly focused on honing their distance aptitudes.
While his two star runners trained steadily outside, a silent "battle" was taking place at his feet.
"Trainer! Don't read anymore, play with me!"
Tokai Teio was clinging to his pant leg, her small body hanging from him as she shook him with all her might.
Her bright, sparkling eyes were filled with a clear plea — "Play with me!"
No matter the time, this little ball of energy was like a perpetual motion machine.
"Teio, don't disturb the trainer."
Sitting primly on a small stool, Mejiro McQueen held a teacup, her brows gently furrowed, speaking in the tone of a refined young lady lecturing her peer.
"Kuroha-san also needs to rest."
As always, McQueen's graceful demeanor made her the picture of a well-bred lady — obedient, polite, and easy to manage.
These two little ones had just completed their basic ability training, but with some time before they needed to head back, Kuroha had brought them to the lounge to rest.
Smiling helplessly, Kuroha set down his book, patted Teio's head, and was about to speak when—
Click.
The door to the preparation room opened softly.
"Trainer, Ardan, I'm back!"
A slightly energetic voice called out.
A flash of cherry blossom pink entered his vision, followed by a cute, delicate face.
"Chiyono O, thank you for your hard work~"
A gentle, elegant voice sounded from beside him, accompanied by strands of pale blue hair swaying with the breeze — Sakura Chiyono O and Mejiro Ardan had arrived.
Kuroha greeted Chiyono O warmly, then lifted the squirming Teio from his leg and settled her in his lap, treating her like a soft pillow.
As for why Mejiro Ardan and Sakura Chiyono O were appearing in his personal training space… that was Kuroha's own doing.
After leaving the Mejiro family's sanatorium some time ago, an idea had struck him.
If things went well, Mejiro Ardan's leg could recover during the summer camp, allowing her to join in some rehab training.
So why let her spend all her time lying in bed until then?
Modern medicine would say — of course. A patient with a plastered leg should stay in bed.
But Kuroha was different.
In addition to [Body and Breath Perception] and [Panacea], he had another skill — [Massage].
While waiting for the [Panacea] to be prepared, Ardan could come here for massage sessions.
It would not only improve her circulation, which suffered from her injury and inactivity, but also prepare her for rehabilitation training.
Initially, Kuroha had suggested once a week.
But after experiencing its remarkable effects just once, Mejiro Ardan had changed her tune.
The deep, bone-penetrating comfort and long-lost lightness were almost unbelievable.
Her blocked circulation had been freed with skilled precision, and the heaviness she'd felt for so long was truly relieved.
The once-reserved young lady of the Mejiro family even took the initiative to request increasing the frequency "just a little."
As time passed, Sakura Chiyono O — her classmate and also in recovery — began tagging along with Ardan for these visits.
Now, whenever they had free time, the two could be found in Kuroha's lounge.
Luckily, both were pleasant company, and rather than feeling bothered, Kuroha found their presence brought warmth to the otherwise quiet room.
So, following the principle of "might as well," he even drew up a rehab training plan for Chiyono O.
"Ardan, how's your leg feeling today?"
Although her plaster hadn't been removed yet, she could now walk with crutches — far better than when she'd first been injured.
"Thanks to you, I don't feel that stiffness anymore," she said with a graceful smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Kuroha's gaze swept over the Uma Musume around him:
Inari One — second stage [Domain], the "strongest active runner" and a future member of the "Eternal Big Three."
Fujimasa March — fresh from winning the South Kanto Double Crown, the "Silver Radiance" chasing the Triple Crown.
Tokai Teio — curled up on his lap, the "Miracle Queen" in the making.
Mejiro McQueen — bearing the honor of her family, future "Long Distance Queen" of the Tenno Sho.
Sakura Chiyono O — reborn from the Derby, whose dream would bloom in full.
Mejiro Ardan — even if she had missed her chance before, and even if she might shatter like glass, she still chased the light, yearning to shine on the track.
Surrounded by these unique, shining girls, Kuroha felt a deep, indescribable sense of fulfillment.
The afternoon sun bathed the room in warm gold through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Teio found a comfortable spot in his lap, dozing like a cat.
McQueen sipped her tea with impeccable grace, sneaking a sweet when no one was watching.
Chiyono O chatted enthusiastically with Ardan, who listened with a soft smile, nodding gently in response.
This rare peace and warmth completely eased Kuroha's long-tensed nerves.
Leaning back, feeling Teio's warmth and listening to the girls' soft voices, he looked around at the lively room with quiet contentment.
Without realizing it, six Uma Musume with boundless futures had gathered here.
Cute, yes… but also exhausting.
He wasn't oblivious.
While Ardan's intentions were still somewhat unclear, Chiyono O had already made it clear she wanted to transfer to his team.
That meant at worst, five of the six here would eventually join his roster.
Adding in Obey Your Master from the US…
Before he knew it, his future team would have at least six members.
Kuroha rubbed his temples — the things he'd have to worry about from now on were only going to increase.
(End of Chapter)
Just then, Kuroha's phone alarm rang.
He instinctively picked it up and glanced at the reminder note.
"Takarazuka Kinen" — this was set yesterday, so he wouldn't miss the starting time of this year's race.
After all, the Takarazuka Kinen was held at Hanshin Racecourse.
Kuroha wasn't so idle as to attend every G1 in person, but this was a race he was genuinely interested in.
Tamamo Cross and Akitsu Teio —
A head-to-head between two of the top runners of their generation.
Missing a race of this caliber would be a huge loss.
He leaned out the window and called for Fujimasa March and Inari One to come back in.
Then he patted Tokai Teio's small head, signaling her to keep quiet.
He reached for the remote beside the sofa and switched on the massive screen mounted on the training room wall.
Not long after, Fujimasa March and Inari One came in from the track, still sweating and sipping from the water Kuroha handed them — eyes already locked on the television.
"Trainer, what race is this?"
Teio rubbed her sleepy eyes, curiosity sparking in her voice as she leaned forward like a kitten seeing something new.
Kuroha adjusted the volume.
"Hanshin Racecourse, Takarazuka Kinen — Tamamo Cross versus Akitsu Teio. Didn't the news keep building hype for this match?"
Teio let out an "oh," her eyes lighting up as she curled back against Kuroha's leg, resting her chin on his arm while focusing on the screen.
Mejiro McQueen set down her teacup, brushed a crumb from the corner of her mouth, and kept her posture perfect.
"Teio, don't block Trainer's view," she reminded softly.
For McQueen, Tamamo Cross — the spring Tenno Sho champion — had always been a focus of interest.
Nearby, Sakura Chiyono O and Mejiro Ardan also stopped chatting.
Ardan shifted slightly closer to Kuroha, pale blue hair gleaming softly in the sunlight.
"Tamamo Cross racing against Akitsu Teio? That's something to look forward to," she said gently.
Chiyono O also sat properly, her eyes fixed on the broadcast.
After a moment, she seemed to remember something.
"Come to think of it… didn't Oguri Cap head straight for the paddock after class today?"
Ardan tilted her head thoughtfully.
"I think she did… though she left us a 'gift' before she went."
"Gift?" Chiyono O looked at her in surprise.
"Some rice cracker cookies… about 500 pieces."
Chiyono O gave a "figures" kind of look.
Seated on a small stool near Kuroha, Fujimasa March chuckled after hearing yet another "legendary" Oguri Cap anecdote.
"That girl sure always has everyone in mind~"
On the TV, Hanshin's green turf spread wide under the summer sun, as nationwide live coverage played.
The commentator's voice rose in excitement:
"A clash between two top-class Uma Musume — who will claim the crown of the Takarazuka Kinen?!"
Kuroha leaned back into the sofa, feeling Teio's soft weight on his lap and catching McQueen sneaking him another piece of dessert.
The room's relaxed afternoon mood shifted subtly, replaced by the tension of competition.
Onscreen, the runners appeared on the turf, loosening up.
The camera paused to focus on the two most important competitors.
Tamamo Cross — small and petite in build, yet radiating an innate fighting spirit.
Her victory outfit, Swift as the Wind, exuded pure gallantry.
Akitsu Teio — in stark contrast, her style was bold and wild.
A striking marking on her forehead, high ponytail swaying, and her victory outfit daringly tied at the chest with a ribbon, leaving her toned legs and pale skin exposed.
Kuroha's mind recalled her profile.
Akitsu Teio— conqueror of three G1 titles, an incredibly strong runner.
But in her retirement race, she encountered a fully-bloomed, peak-form Tamamo Cross and was blown away like a speed bump.
She was also the start of the infamous "First-Favorite Curse" in the Autumn Tenno Sho, nicknamed the "Monster of Fuchu" — where for 12 years after, any first-favorite in that race failed to win.
This curse was eventually broken by T.M. Opera O, the "End-of-Century Overlord," through sheer dominance.
In reality, Tachyon's pedigree traced back to Haruurara, the local racecourse's perennial underdog — a curious quirk in the Uma Musume world.
As Kuroha pondered, the runners entered the starting gates.
Inari One, Fujimasa March, and Chiyono O all tensed.
Kuroha, however, wore a knowing look.
[Domain].
Tamamo Cross — on the brink of entering her full peak, poised to become the "Strongest Active Runner" — had clearly stepped into the first stage of the [Domain].
A thunderous light flashed deep in her eyes, her invisible aura sweeping across the field.
"Man, her [Domain] is so intense you can see it through the screen…" Kuroha thought.
She hadn't yet experienced the life-or-death pressure of Oguri Cap's "Gray Monster" moment to awaken fully, but her True Self Mode was clearly mastered.
Hanshin Racecourse, Turf 2000m, Fine Weather, Slightly Heavy Going.
G1 — Takarazuka Kinen… Start!
Clang! The gates flew open.
Tamamo Cross bolted out like silver lightning, her victory outfit cutting a brilliant arc in the sun.
Her steps were light and swift, each one tearing through the air.
Akitsu Teio followed right on her heels, high ponytail flying, her cool expression filled with resolve.
The ribbon across her chest fluttered in the wind, her waist taut like a drawn bow, a predator ready to pounce.
"Wow! Tamamo-senpai is so fast!"
"But Tachyon's even faster! She's already out in front!" Teio squirmed in Kuroha's lap, gripping his sleeve.
Since seeing Tamamo Cross in training at Central Tracen Academy, Teio had been captivated by her speed.
But Teio didn't realize — Tamamo's strategy was usually to hold back early, while Tachyon was a pure Front Runner, much like Fujimasa March.
Her trademark was seizing the lead to disrupt others' rhythm, a proven strategy of the top Classic-year runners.
"What explosive starting speed!" Fujimasa March frowned, leaning forward — as a fellow Front Runner, she instantly recognized Tachyon's strength.
Onscreen, Tachyon was a chestnut-red blur, her ribbon snapping in the wind, every step powerful and aggressive as she sought to control the pace from the start.
"She's storing power," Chiyono O murmured, eyes fixed on the tiny figure keeping perfect position a little behind — Tamamo Cross.
Inari One took a swig of water, wiped her mouth, and smirked.
"That one's not someone you underestimate."
The room fell silent, all eyes on the screen.
Tachyon held the lead all the way to the final stretch.
As she used her last reserves to widen the gap…
A silver flash erupted down the outside lane!
Tamamo Cross's late charge ripped past the other runners as if they were standing still, her brutal stride churning up turf.
The inner-track runners tried to respond, but could only watch as the "white lightning" roared past — overtaking Tachyon in a heartbeat.
The commentator's voice cracked with excitement:
"Tamamo Cross surges ahead! Tamamo Cross takes the lead!!!"
She crossed the line first — her seventh straight win — capturing the Takarazuka Kinen crown.
Before the screen, even Fujimasa March and Inari One wore stunned expressions at the ferocity of that final burst.
Kuroha's eyes gleamed white as he quietly analyzed:
"Overall physical stats around 1000, speed slightly higher… track technique above average for Central, though just a hair below Inari One and March.
First stage of the [Domain]…"
In his [Body and Breath Perception], her numbers unfolded clearly.
Once Tamamo Cross completed her True Blooming, her speed could reach 1200, with other stats between 1000–1100.
Combined with above-average racing skill and the second stage of the [Domain]…
"Strongest Active Runner" — fully deserved.
Still, this version of Tamamo Cross might not appear again until year's end in the Arima Kinen.
"How did Oguri, still in her Classic year, manage to beat a mature-year Tamamo Cross head-on…?"
He remembered her 800+ stat sheet from the Japan Derby.
"Could her numbers really be the key?"
"Her speed might not even top 1200…"
(End of Chapter)
The midsummer morning carried a distinct, crystal-clear vitality.
Brilliant sunlight poured generously across every inch of Oi Tracen Academy, dyeing the broad, tree-lined paths in a golden hue.
It had been over ten days since the Takarazuka Kinen.
With Tamamo Cross officially crowned the "Strongest Active" in the racing world, Tracen Academy had welcomed the arrival of its annual summer vacation.
In front of the dormitory buildings, pairs and trios of Uma Musume could be seen dragging their suitcases along the campus paths.
From time to time, teammates clustered around their trainers, chattering excitedly as they anticipated the start of their summer training camp.
A brief rain shower had passed the night before.
The air now carried the fresh scent of damp grass and soil, while the steady chorus of cicadas in the distance formed the most iconic soundtrack of the season.
At the academy gates, a sleek, pearl-white luxury mid-sized bus stood parked quietly.
It was generously sponsored by Mejiro Ardan herself.
The Mejiro heiress had formally stated that since Kuroha had been invited as an honored guest to her family's private island, she would naturally extend the highest hospitality.
Therefore—every expense and necessity for Kuroha's team during this summer camp would be fully covered by the Mejiro family.
Kuroha could only sigh in appreciation.
Sometimes, knowing a rich lady really did have its perks...
On the agreed departure day, Kuroha, as the team leader, was naturally the first to arrive.
Dressed in comfortable, casual attire, he leaned against the cool side of the bus.
One hand rested in his pocket while the other tapped at a tablet, scrolling through a tightly packed checklist: professional books, custom horseshoe running shoes, various weight training gear, and a fully stocked medical kit large enough to handle almost any emergency.
His expression was its usual mix of professionalism and calm focus.
Nearby, several hired workers grunted as they moved each listed item into the bus.
This trip wasn't just about relaxing and bonding—
Freed from the constraints of the daily curriculum, it was also the perfect opportunity for self-improvement.
As such, all necessary training equipment had to be prepared.
Though truthfully...
The Mejiro family would probably have even more thorough provisions ready.
"Ahh..."
Kuroha glanced at the gear already loaded and felt a pang of regret.
If he'd known there was a rich sponsor, he wouldn't have spent his own money on all this.
But now that it was bought, he couldn't just let it sit and gather dust.
Time slipped by, and soon all luggage and supplies had been loaded.
Seeing that it was still early, Kuroha found a shaded spot to rest.
That peace didn't last long.
"Summer camp—! The ocean—! Here I come—!"
The lively cry cut through the quiet morning.
Looking up with a wry smile, Kuroha spotted a small figure racing toward him at full speed.
That familiar white crescent bang swished in the air with her stride—it was Tokai Teio.
The little bundle of energy charged forward like a cannonball, a backpack almost as big as her tiny frame bouncing on her shoulders, her face beaming with pure, unfiltered excitement.
"Teio, slow down! Don't run so fast at the academy gates..."
Following close behind, Mejiro McQueen wheeled a small, elegant suitcase.
She wore a lovely dress today—clearly having taken time to prepare—but her gentle lavender eyes were full of worry for her overactive friend.
"Morning, Teio, McQueen."
Kuroha raised a hand in greeting.
"Good morning!"
Teio dove into his arms, radiating the boundless cheer of a young girl.
McQueen, arriving moments later, tidied her slightly mussed hair before giving a polite bow.
"Good morning, Trainer."
"Trainer, are we really heading to the island right after this?"
Teio grinned.
"Of course," Kuroha said, gently pinching her cheek. "We'll have sunshine, the sea, beaches... and even hot springs~."
Hearing that, Teio hummed happily.
"I knew it would be fun! The President didn't believe me! I'm gonna take a thousand pictures—just to make her jealous!"
Kuroha chuckled.
Rudolf Symboli, the president of Central Tracen Academy, was busy even during breaks.
Even in summer, races were still being held—like Oguri Cap, who was entering a race midway through the holiday.
That "King of Champions" title wasn't just for show.
While he was still playing along with the "elementary school duo," two more familiar figures emerged from the gate.
Inari One stumbled out with a huge yawn, looking half-asleep.
Beside her, Fujimasa March looked bright and energized, carrying a stuffed travel bag.
Seeing Kuroha, Fujimasa quickened her pace.
"Trainer, is there anything I can help with?" she asked softly.
Kuroha ruffled her hair with a smile. "No need, we'll leave once everyone's here."
Before long, the last two members appeared together.
"Good morning, Kuroha-san."
Mejiro Ardan wore a simple yet graceful blue dress, her glassy blue hair shining in the morning light.
Though she still leaned on a cane, her beauty remained unaffected.
Beside her, Sakura Chiyono O waved vigorously, flashing a big grin.
"Trainer, we're here!"
And so, the summer camp group was complete.
Six Uma Musume with completely different personalities, temperaments, backgrounds, and goals stood together—forming a strangely harmonious yet striking sight.
"Ardan-nee and Chiyono-nee, you're here!"
Still in Kuroha's arms, Teio waved at them before hopping down to try and help Ardan with her cane.
Her arms weren't long enough, though, and she ended up pouting in frustration—much to Ardan's amusement.
"It's okay, Teio, I'm fine," the older girl said warmly.
"Alright, looks like everyone's here."
Leaning against the bus door, Kuroha looked at the lively group before him, his expression softening into a genuine smile.
"All preparations complete. Time to head out!"
"Yeah!"
"Let's go!"
"To the ocean!"
The girls moved quickly, chattering as they helped each other stow luggage.
Soon, the bus interior was packed, their cheerful voices blending with the morning cicadas to add a vibrant note to the journey ahead.
After one final check of the list, Kuroha signaled the driver.
With a gentle hum of the engine, the luxury bus rolled out of the academy gates—carrying a busload of youth and excitement toward their summer training camp by the sea.
(End of Chapter)
Inside the minibus, the girls' laughter and chatter instantly filled the air.
Tokai Teio was leaning eagerly against the window, her small hands pointing excitedly at the fields and distant mountains flashing by outside.
"Look, look! There's a flock of crows over there! Trainer, are we almost at the beach?"
Her distinctive crescent-shaped bangs swayed lightly with the gentle jolts of the vehicle. Her backpack was casually tossed at her feet, her entire being radiating a carefree, boundless energy. Out of the seven passengers excluding the driver, she was without doubt the most lively—seemingly an endless well of energy.
In contrast, Inari One was curled up against the window, letting out a huge yawn. Her head nodded forward as she dozed, as though last night's lack of sleep was still clinging to her. Who knew how late she had stayed up…
Fujimasa March, on the other hand, sat up straight, her ears slightly perked as she quietly admired the scenery. Every so often, she'd glance in Kuroha's direction, her eyes carrying a faint trace of concern that was easy to miss.
Kuroha sat in the front row, occasionally responding to the girls' small talk while also looking out the window at the passing landscape.
After about two hours, the monotonous scenery outside gradually opened up to reveal a vast coastline. The salty, damp scent of the sea filled the air, and the cries of seagulls blended with the rhythmic sound of waves, forming a vivid symphony.
Mejiro Ardan smiled from her seat.
"We're almost there. Just ahead is the ferry dock, and the island is right across the water."
Her soft yet clear voice drew everyone's attention.
Teio immediately jumped up, pressing her palms against the glass.
"Wow! The ocean! And there's a big yacht too—ah!"
Beside her, Mejiro McQueen merely tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her reaction calm. As another daughter of the Mejiro family, she had long been used to visits to the family's private island.
The minibus slowly pulled into the parking area beside the dock.
The door opened, and the girls eagerly filed out. A refreshing sea breeze swept away their travel fatigue.
Kuroha was the last to step down, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air, his gaze drifting over the shimmering, beautiful sea before them.
"In the blink of an eye, it's been four months…"
The sight brought back memories of three months ago, when he had just passed his local trainer's license exam and flown to this far eastern island nation without delay. Now, four whole months had passed.
By the time everyone was off the bus, several Mejiro family staff were already waiting at the dock. After polite bows, they began unloading the luggage.
Ardan approached Kuroha, her light-blue hair like flowing glass in the sea breeze.
"Welcome to the Mejiro family's summer paradise, Kuroha-san. I hope this training camp allows everyone to relax completely, while building strength for the days ahead."
Kuroha nodded, glancing at the graceful girl before him and her injured legs.
"You'll be joining us too, Ardan-san."
Ardan froze for a moment, her hand on her cane tightening slightly, before a genuine smile bloomed on her face.
"Yes! I believe in you, Kuroha-san."
The luggage was carried onto the luxurious yacht waiting nearby. Under Ardan's guidance, everyone boarded.
"The trip will take about an hour," Ardan explained gently. "You can enjoy the sea view from the deck, or there are snacks and drinks prepared in the cabin."
With the sound of a long, mellow horn, the yacht glided away from the dock, carving a bright white wake across the deep blue sea.
The moment they left shore, the sea breeze grew stronger, tossing hair and skirts. Fujimasa March followed at Kuroha's side, the open-air wind so different from that on land making her feel utterly comfortable. And with her trainer right beside her, a drowsy warmth crept into her heart.
If I could just lie in Trainer's arms right now and take a nap… wouldn't that be nice?
"Wow—this wind feels amazing!"
Teio dashed to the bow, stretching out her arms as if to embrace the ocean itself.
"McQueen! Come look, the boat's going so fast!"
"Teio, don't—" McQueen began, but Sakura Chiyono O appeared, fussing over them like a little adult.
"You two, be careful!"
By now, Inari One was fully awake and had wandered to Kuroha's side, eyes sparkling.
"Inari, Yuzuhara-senpai never took you to the beach before?" Kuroha teased, ruffling her small, silky head out of habit.
Inari unconsciously leaned into the touch before realizing it, her cheeks flushing pink.
"Last year's summer camp, Boss took me into the deep mountains to train. Totally not fun at all."
She had seen the ocean before—after all, in this island nation, it was impossible not to—but this was her first time taking a boat to another island.
Kuroha raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? In that case, you'll have to train twice as hard this time to match the effort I'm putting in."
"Hmph, of course!" she huffed, her voice proud. "Perseverance is the spirit of an Edo child!"
The yacht sailed steadily across the waves. On deck, the girls' energy only grew, especially Teio, who bounded about so much that McQueen was constantly chasing her. The two "elementary school" members made the trip even livelier.
Kuroha lay back on a deck chair, watching the energetic girls with a content smile.
Ardan reclined nearby, asking softly,
"Kuroha-san, would you like something to drink? There's fresh tea and juice in the cabin."
"Thanks. Tea, please."
She nodded, and a maid soon arrived with a tray bearing steaming teapots, cups, and several brightly colored iced juices.
"The tea is ready, Kuroha-san. Please enjoy."
"Thank you."
As Kuroha sipped, his gaze roamed the deck: McQueen trying to rein in an excitable Teio, Inari watching amusedly, Chiyono O leaning against the railing, Ardan sipping tea with an unfocused gaze… and beside him, Fujimasa March, who had chosen the chair nearest him, leaning slightly closer, half-asleep.
"March," he murmured with a smile, "if you're sleepy, why not come here and rest a bit?"
She hesitated, ears twitching straight up, glancing around before nodding shyly.
The next moment, a warm, delicate weight settled in his arms. She snuggled close, breathing in the "trainer's energy," and quickly drifted into a peaceful sleep.
The sun danced across the shimmering waves like golden fragments. The yacht cut through the ocean, carrying youthful voices and laughter toward the sunlit private island.
"Look! Is that the island we're going to?!" Teio's cry turned every head.
There it was—lush green hills, pure white sand like a ribbon around a sapphire bay, and a few elegant buildings peeking from the trees.
"Wow—it's even prettier than online pictures! McQueen, look at that soft white sand!"
"Teio, be careful!" McQueen sighed.
"We're nearly there," Ardan said warmly, standing with the help of a maid. "Everyone, get ready—we'll be docking soon."
The yacht slowed and eased toward the private pier. With a soft thud, it touched the dock's fenders, the engine hum fading.
"Welcome," Ardan's voice carried clearly over the deck, "to the Mejiro family's—Summer Island."
With the gangway lowered, a rush of sea breeze mixed with floral and leafy scents greeted them.
Kuroha helped Fujimasa March to her feet, and under his guidance the girls disembarked one by one, their hearts full of excitement.
They stepped onto the sunlit, ocean-kissed island, officially beginning their two-month summer training camp.
Following behind, Kuroha watched their lively figures merge into the postcard-perfect scenery, his heart filled with warm anticipation for the days to come.
(End of Chapter)
According to Mejiro Ardan's introduction, this private island—named Summer Island—was equipped with every conceivable facility needed for training camp.
From the dock, a wide and well-paved asphalt road stretched inland. At the end of the road, nestled among lush greenery, stood a cluster of modern, purpose-built facilities designed specifically for Uma Musume training by the Mejiro family.
The island was divided into training, living, and medical zones.
Upon first arrival, Kuroha placed his luggage in the living area before being guided by members of the Mejiro household to explore what would be their home for the next two months.
The living area consisted of several modern two-story buildings, each designed in a minimalist style and arranged gracefully on a hillside facing the bay. Every window looked out toward the sparkling sea.
Kuroha's room was located in a prime spot with an excellent view. When he opened the window, the salty breeze rushed in at once, carrying the distant murmur of waves and the near, clear calls of unseen birds.
After quickly organizing his belongings, a neatly dressed maid awaited outside his door.
"Ardan-sama has instructed me to introduce the island's main facilities so you can plan the upcoming training schedule," she said with a polite bow.
"Much appreciated," Kuroha replied, following her down a shaded path paved with crushed seashells.
First stop was the living area itself. Each building was equipped with private baths and balconies. The central main building housed a dining hall and a spacious lounge with comfortable sofas, a large TV, and ample entertainment facilities. There was even a library and a small cinema.
Another separate building contained an open-air hot spring, half-shielded by jagged rocks and dense foliage, with steam curling upward into the open sky.
Just seeing the living area's quality made Kuroha sigh inwardly—this was luxury beyond reason.
If not for sheer luck and his "arrangement" with Ardan, none of the training venues he had looked into before could even come close to this standard.
From the living area, they moved to the training zone—an expanse that exceeded even his expectations.
At its heart was a standard circular track modeled almost exactly after the Central Tracen Academy turf track—only slightly smaller. Additional tracks of various sizes sprawled nearby, including a straight sprint track for short-distance training and a hilly incline course for slope work. Parts of the track overlooked the open ocean, making running there a breathtaking experience.
Beside the track was a massive semi-open facility. One half contained a fully equipped gym with top-tier weight machines, resistance gear, and other training apparatus. The other half held a pristine indoor pool—essential for controlled breathing and lung capacity training that couldn't be done in the open sea.
Kuroha's eyes scanned the trackside equipment and noticed multi-angle high-speed cameras and data collection points—cutting-edge technology that had only appeared in recent years, already fully integrated here.
For someone with Body and Breath Perception, these were luxuries rather than necessities, but still impressive.
Next was the medical zone, located conveniently close to the training area for immediate response to any injuries. It included a low-temperature recovery chamber, a professional massage and therapy area, and—at Kuroha's request—an alchemy lab for special tonics and recovery agents.
By the end of the tour, Kuroha had a clear understanding: every zone—living, training, medical—was top-of-the-line. This wasn't just a vacation getaway; it was a fully functional, state-of-the-art training complex seamlessly blending technology with nature.
In short: something only the absurdly wealthy Mejiro family could casually provide.
Before parting, the maid added, "The yacht will remain docked for the duration. The seaside town across the bay is lively and sometimes holds festivals. You are free to visit anytime."
Kuroha inhaled deeply through the sun-dappled air. "Thank you. The facilities are excellent."
"That's what matters," she replied with a graceful smile. "Ardan-sama has instructed us to ensure you can devote yourself fully to training without a single worry. If anything needs adjusting, let us know."
On their way back, Kuroha noticed maintenance staff checking every piece of equipment—some of them Uma Musume themselves, likely Tracen graduates who had taken up work here. With their physical abilities triple that of humans, such jobs were a perfect fit.
The maid explained, "Regardless of the hour, if training demands it, the corresponding area and support equipment will be ready immediately."
Kuroha could only think—so this is the life of the aristocracy…
He'd thought his personal savings of several tens of millions of yen had put him in a comfortable tier. But after seeing the Mejiro family's "normal" standard of living, he realized he was still a frog at the bottom of the well.
Back at the main building, it was time for lunch.
The dining hall occupied the best vantage point, with massive windows framing the endless blue sea. A long buffet table ran down the center, draped in white cloth, laden with dishes that looked like works of art: freshly prepared sashimi, perfectly seared wagyu steak, elaborate carrot-themed dishes, delicate sushi, steaming soups, and fragrant main courses.
Sampling a few, Kuroha's brow rose in approval.
"The taste… is almost on par with mine," he said honestly.
Considering his own cooking could be rated "G1-class," this was high praise. And with the chef here clearly in the same league, he no longer had to personally cook every meal for his team.
After lunch, the group rested from the morning's travel before touring the facilities again in the afternoon. Kuroha also outlined the upcoming training schedule—making sure to mix in leisure time. After all, this was a summer training camp; fun was mandatory.
The day's highlight was a spirited beach volleyball match. With the exception of Inari One, none of the girls could stand against Kuroha's G1-level physique—and the tiny twin-tailed Inari often had to retreat before his plays. In the end, Kuroha was crowned the undisputed "Emperor of Beach Volleyball."
As night fell, the exhaustion of travel and play caught up with them, and everyone turned in early.
The first day of summer camp had ended perfectly.
(End of Chapter)
The first ray of sunlight pierced the morning mist, waking this uninhabited island from its slumber.
The leisure and novelty from their arrival yesterday had already settled after a night's rest.
Even in a different place, Kuroha's biological clock woke him right on time.
Stretching lazily, he got out of bed and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Swish—
The soft, non-blinding morning light flooded the room, giving him the illusion of a fresh new beginning.
After enjoying the morning sunshine for a moment, Kuroha headed to the bathroom to wash up.
Today, unlike yesterday, was the true first day of summer training camp—there was no way he could be late.
Once he was ready, he changed into light sportswear and headed out.
The morning air carried the island's unique humidity and freshness. Inhaling deeply seemed to sweep away even the last traces of yesterday's fatigue.
"Still early. Let's eat first."
Looking around, he noticed his own team of girls hadn't woken yet. Only a few other girls were up.
The summer camp training rhythm was completely different from that at the academy.
At the academy, because of classes, morning training had to start very early—done by around 9 a.m. so they could head to lessons. The remaining time was split between training and fitting in time to review schoolwork.
But summer camp had no such academic burden.
Training time instantly became much more abundant.
Yesterday, Kuroha had set the plan to begin official training at 9 a.m., with breakfast finished by 7:30 to replenish glycogen and protein.
Now it was just 6 a.m.—far from the set time.
So, instead of calling everyone together, he decided to check out the training area first.
Following the same path as yesterday, Kuroha arrived at the training grounds.
A few figures were already there.
Along the track's edge, the high-speed cameras he had noticed yesterday stood silently, their lenses catching faint reflections of light.
The indicator lights on the data collection points were already on—evidence that the maintenance team had completed startup and checks earlier in the morning.
He even spotted a work-clothes-wearing, baseball-cap-wearing Uma Musume crouching beside a piece of equipment, deftly adjusting something. Her hand speed and precision were far beyond ordinary. In no time, the machine was fixed.
"Good morning, Kuroha-san."
A respectful voice came from behind him.
Turning around, he saw another girl in a neat maid outfit, pushing a cart stocked with towels, drinking water, and basic medical supplies.
"Morning," Kuroha replied with a smile.
"The training area's tuning and maintenance are complete. The medical area is also ready and can be used at any time."
"Appreciated."
His gaze swept over the top-tier facilities again. That feeling of "obscenely luxurious" welled up in his heart once more—but quickly gave way to focused determination.
The resources were here.
The rest depended on how he used them to draw out his girls' full potential over the next two months.
After circling the island, Kuroha found himself back at the living quarters by 7 a.m.
This island was big—even just walking at a relaxed pace had taken almost an hour.
When he returned to the main dining hall, the girls were already up earlier than expected, chatting in small groups over breakfast.
"Morning," Kuroha greeted.
"Morning."
"Good morning, Trainer!"
"Trainer, I can't wait to start!"
"Trainer, morning—… Teio, don't shout while eating!"
"…Right."
Seeing their energy, he smiled.
"Once breakfast's done, meet me at the training area.
"Today is adaptation training. I'll assign each of you different programs based on your condition. The main focus is getting used to the venue and equipment—feel the track, don't rush progress."
"Understood!" came the enthusiastic reply.
After a quick breakfast, the Uma Musume scattered to enjoy the island scenery.
With nothing urgent to do, Kuroha found a sofa in the main hall, sat down, and pulled out a medical book he had brought with him.
Since he had promised Mejiro Ardan to cure her leg injury during this camp, he wasn't going to go back on his word.
At present, with his growing knowledge base, he had about an 80% chance of creating the perfect [Panacea].
Eighty percent was already high—but his [Body and Breath Perception] could only read people, not medicine.
When the person taking the medicine was flesh and blood, a 20% chance of failure was too much of a gamble. If luck ran bad… he didn't even want to imagine the outcome.
Which meant—he needed 100% certainty.
At most, another month, and he was confident he could achieve it.
Time slipped by, and before long, Mejiro Ardan came to sit beside him.
Because of her injury, she didn't move around much. And since this was her family's private island, there was nothing for her to sightsee. So after breakfast, she simply joined him.
The morning sunlight spilled gently over them. Mejiro Ardan rested her chin in her hand, her clear eyes reflecting his silhouette.
Trainer… she murmured in her heart.
Aside from her mother, it was the first time she had felt so cherished and protected by someone.
Everything around her seemed to fade into silence, leaving only the sound of turning pages and his steady breathing.
Her heart skipped a beat, an unfamiliar sense of peace blooming inside.
At the same time, a daring thought surfaced.
What if… I switched teams?
Her current trainer was her mother's close friend, chosen because of her frail health since childhood. Changing teams wasn't a decision she could make alone—it required her mother's approval.
Realizing what she had just been thinking, her face flushed bright red. She quickly turned away, patting her cheeks in a desperate attempt to cool down.
"Ahhhh—! Why am I even thinking about switching teams?!"
For the first time, the elegant Mejiro family lady felt shy and conflicted. She kept patting her cheeks and muttering things like we've only known each other for a month and this is too sudden, repeating them several times before she calmed down.
"…?"
Kuroha looked up, puzzled at the sight of her fidgeting. After staring for a while without figuring it out, he shook his head and went back to his book.
Soon, the sun had fully risen—it was training time.
Five Uma Musume stood in a line before him.
Mejiro Ardan, with her leg still in a cast and leaning on crutches, naturally wouldn't be joining.
"Morning, everyone," Kuroha greeted.
"Good morning, Trainer!"
Tokai Teio and Mejiro McQueen answered in unison. The two little ones were dressed in identical short-sleeved training shirts, looking bright and spirited.
After Inari One greeted him, she stepped lightly on the grass beneath her feet, clearly enjoying the freshness of the environment.
Beside her, Fujimasa March and Sakura Chiyono O stood tall, eyes shining with focus.
It was a mixed group—three of them belonged to two other trainers, and two hadn't even undergone True Blooming yet.
Kuroha smiled at his diverse little "team."
"Summer camp official training starts today."
He clapped his hands and went straight to the point.
"Since each of you has different circumstances, I've made a personalized trial plan for everyone."
His gaze landed on the youngest duo first.
"Teio, McQueen—your bodies are still in the growth stage, so your current goal is still to improve your overall physical fundamentals."
Tokai Teio's face fell instantly.
"More basic training again—?"
Seeing her pout, Kuroha couldn't help but chuckle.
"Of course, once you get used to the venue, I'll add some intensity training for you."
By "intensity training," he meant incorporating [Medium Distance Aptitude] and [Long Distance Aptitude] work into their basics.
He had already taught them parts of this before, gradually. But this would be the first time he fully entrusted them with Distance Aptitude training.
Truth be told, at the moment, his focus was more on Mejiro McQueen than Teio—
For one reason only: True Blooming.
Tokai Teio's True Blooming was likely still two years away.
But McQueen's was estimated to be just a year from now.
By starting her now, Kuroha wanted to see if, in that year, Mejiro McQueen could grind her Distance Aptitude to S-Rank.
(End of Chapter)
After assigning the two little ones their tasks, Kuroha turned to Mejiro Ardan, his tone softening.
"Ardan, your mission is the simplest—and also the most important: rest and observe.
"Until your leg heals, you can watch everyone's training, think about it, and then tell me your thoughts. Sometimes, observation is also a form of training."
Kuroha knew that if he left Mejiro Ardan to just stand idly by while her friends and juniors steadily improved, it would only place a heavy mental burden on her.
So he deliberately gave her a clear task—one that was far from meaningless.
When she observed others, Kuroha would explain the purpose behind each exercise, ensuring her questions and doubts were addressed in real time.
In this way, her understanding and insight would grow even during her recovery.
"Yes, I'll trouble you then, Kuroha-san."
Mejiro Ardan nodded seriously, settling comfortably into a chair nearby.
Finally, Kuroha's gaze shifted to the three "main force" members, his expression becoming more solemn.
He looked to Inari One, who was testing out the turf track.
"First, you, Inari. Your physical abilities—especially your instantaneous explosive power—are indeed at the very top among active competitors."
Hearing that, Inari One puffed out her chest with pride. "Of course!"
"But your problem is that you lack sensitivity to track distances and struggle to adapt your control across different courses."
Kuroha didn't hold back, pouring a bucket of cold water on her confidence.
Her immense physical prowess and overwhelming Domain had fostered an extremely forceful, single-minded running style.
Though he had made some corrections in recent weeks, the time had been too short to completely break habits ingrained throughout her entire Classic Year.
For this summer camp, Inari One's goals were straightforward:
First, break the habit of relying solely on brute-force sprints by integrating track technique into her instincts.
Second, overcome the side effects of her second-step Domain—that reckless state where she abandoned thought and charged ahead purely on instinct.
Of course, this second goal also applied to Fujimasa March.
"Inari, your power is like a raging river—unmatched on long, straight stretches. But once you enter complex curves or courses that require precise pace control, that energy gets wasted.
"So from today, you'll be digging a deep, solid riverbed for that river inside you. The core of your training will be—control.
"On various simulated tracks, you'll learn to perfectly manage your power output and stride rhythm, so you can truly master your own strength."
Inari One patted her full chest with confidence. "No matter the training, I'll finish it in style!"
"Good," Kuroha nodded with a faint smile before turning to Fujimasa March.
"You're the opposite of Inari.
"Your technique, understanding of tracks, and timing for activating your Domain are all at the level of a top-tier Uma Musume."
March stood tall, her silver hair swaying in the morning breeze, eyes locked on her trainer as if waiting for his next words.
"But your base strength and explosive power aren't yet enough to sustain your performance through the intensity of high-level races.
"You've got the technique, Domain, and mentality. What you lack are the physical numbers to support a champion's reign.
"So your focus will be building strength and endurance. Starting today, you'll concentrate on power training and stamina enhancement. I'll arrange the appropriate plan for you."
"Yes, Trainer," March replied crisply, her voice clear and firm.
Lastly, his gaze fell on Sakura Chiyono O.
"Chiyono O."
"Ah—yes!" she answered quickly.
Looking at the cute, cherry-haired girl before him, Kuroha smiled.
Her program was actually the simplest.
In the current trio, she had the weakest base—whether in physical ability, race awareness, or technical mastery of the Domain, she was below his internal benchmark.
So all she really needed was an adapted version of Fujimasa March's previous training program, with the intensity adjusted for her constitution.
"Chiyono O, your case is unique… Your speed, stamina, and technique are all balanced with no glaring weaknesses.
"But that balance is also your biggest issue—you lack a decisive edge."
His voice was calm yet firm, eyes meeting hers directly.
"At the top level, balance can mean you don't have the weapon to break a stalemate. You need to find your own spear."
Her fingers tightened subconsciously. She knew she still had a gap to Inari One and March, but hearing her trainer point out the exact core of her problem still made her heartbeat quicken.
"However…"
Kuroha's tone shifted, his face breaking into an encouraging smile.
"This isn't necessarily bad. Balance means you have incredible potential, like an uncut gem waiting to be shaped.
"Our first step is to lay a solid foundation, and then—find that explosive point that lets you shine."
He pointed toward the track area, laid out with various simulated terrains, and the strength training zone.
"From today, your program will cover all the basics—speed, stamina, strength training, cornering technique, pace control. The intensity will rise gradually."
As for skills… Kuroha chuckled inwardly. Well, I might as well teach her.
Sakura Chiyono O took a deep breath, steadying herself before her gaze firmed.
"Yes, Trainer! I'll give my all to every session. Please… take care of me!"
"Good," Kuroha nodded in satisfaction.
"Keep that determination. Every solid step is storing power for your future breakthrough."
"Now—"
His steady voice carried clearly across the open training ground.
"The first summer camp session begins now! Head to your assigned areas for warm-ups. I'll explain your exact drills next!"
With a chorus of acknowledgements, the five Uma Musume spread out across the field to start warming up.
During this downtime, Kuroha flipped open his notebook, reviewing the personalized training plans he had prepared the night before.
Inari One's plan: optimize her pace control and technical precision for different distances, turning her physical edge into a consistent competitive advantage. Use the Mejiro family's diverse facilities and tracks for "gradient distance combination training" to enhance her stride stability and distance awareness, while practicing quick state adjustments for varying track conditions.
Fujimasa March's plan: focus on building base strength, stamina, and explosive power so her technical advantage could fully carry through high-intensity matches. Alongside standard workouts like burpees, tire drags, and weighted lunges, he had added rowing to leverage the island's unique geography.
As for Sakura Chiyono O… well, her plan was basically a slightly modified copy of March's earlier regimen.
If it works, it works.
Once March and the others finished warming up, Kuroha moved in to guide them through their first day's training in detail.
Soon, under his supervision, their drills were in full swing.
(End of Chapter)
At first, the training was only about adaptation.
The adjustment period for the summer camp soon passed.
With sea breeze, sunlight, and professional facilities accompanying them, the girls quickly entered their best condition.
Once everyone had become familiar with the island and its surroundings, they all knew—the real training was about to begin.
That morning was no longer a relaxed gathering.
Fujimasa March, Inari One, and Sakura Chiyono O—these three Uma Musume had already undergone at least a full year of proper training.
Their movements were precise, their willpower unshakable, and their understanding of training content was spot on.
Kuroha only needed to observe them during maximum sprints or advanced skill drills, occasionally correcting errors caused by excessive force, or using [Body and Breath Perception] to adjust Sakura Chiyono O's posture and breathing.
Beyond that, he didn't need to pay too much attention.
They were like three high-performance engines already running on track. All they required now was steady fuel and fine-tuned control.
Most of Kuroha's energy was spent elsewhere.
"Teio, watch the range of your lift—too wide, it'll affect your center of gravity."
"McQueen, when pushing off with your hind legs, focus on channeling the power, don't just rely on your thighs. That way you'll last longer."
On the beach, Kuroha stayed almost step-for-step beside the two little ones, sometimes demonstrating, sometimes crouching down to personally adjust their form.
They were still too young. Their muscle memory hadn't yet fully solidified.
At such an early stage of high-intensity training, even a small misstep could cause long-term damage.
Thus, he had to act as the most patient mentor—personally guiding them onto the safest and most correct path, while also carefully embedding proper stride and breathing patterns into their muscle memory.
When training ended and the girls left for rest or leisure activities, his real work began.
He would sit next to Mejiro Ardan, checking the condition of her injured leg while flipping through stacks of thick medical and pharmacological texts.
From Sports Rehabilitation Science to Pharmacological Interventions for Tendon Injuries, both foreign and domestic reference works, he devoured them with unshakable focus.
Muscle elasticity, joint mobility, blood circulation responses—
These dry data points were, in his eyes, the only path to perfecting the [Panacea] with a 100% success rate.
Of course, massages every two days were also indispensable.
This had become a unique daily scenery of the camp.
At first, aside from the two Mejiro sisters, only Sakura Chiyono O and Mejiro Ardan would quietly lie face down on the custom massage beds, enduring Kuroha's professional yet delicate therapy.
Unlike Inari One and Fujimasa March, who had long grown accustomed to the pleasure of his massages—often reduced to soft sighs and muffled noises of comfort—
Chiyono O and Ardan had inherited March's "tradition": the pillow-over-head tactic.
Each time Kuroha's hands pressed onto their delicate skin, suppressed sounds would escape, their flushed faces buried deep into the pillows.
Thankfully, they were on a deserted island.
Besides them, only the Mejiro family's maids were around.
Otherwise, if someone overheard, they might misunderstand Kuroha as doing something improper.
A few days into the training camp, for the sake of long-term health, Mejiro McQueen also joined their ranks.
Thus, the "pillow-buried brigade" grew by one more member.
Yes—just one.
Because Teio was the complete opposite.
Other than the initial instinctive reactions, she had no shame at all. She would simply plop down openly, wait for his warm palms to press onto her back, and immediately let out satisfied sighs.
Throughout the process, her eyes remained closed, limbs comfortably spread, lips curling in bliss. She looked like she could fall asleep at any moment from the sheer comfort.
And so the days passed in this steady, fulfilling, and oddly entertaining rhythm.
Kuroha had designed a "seven-day cycle" for their schedule:
Three days of high-intensity training, then a fourth "running holiday" for light jogging and recovery.
Two more days of normal training, followed by a seventh day of complete rest for entertainment.
On the island's leisure side, the game hall was stocked with the latest consoles and motion-sensing equipment. A small private theater streamed current films.
After a full day of sweat and effort, it became their paradise.
One evening, Kuroha even reduced their training load so they could cross to the nearby town and attend a summer festival together, fireworks lighting up the sky as laughter filled the air.
He knew well that in a summer camp, training mattered—but more important was helping these tightly wound girls relax their hearts.
Only by freeing them from the weight of competition and results could they face the upcoming grueling autumn races with their purest, brightest selves.
That day, after training Teio and McQueen, Kuroha gave a few simple instructions to the others before taking Mejiro Ardan to the pharmacology lab.
It was time to attempt the first trial of the [Panacea].
His grasp of the knowledge was faster than expected, and his understanding of Ardan's condition had grown detailed.
He now had absolute confidence in preparing the medicine.
Still, today's attempt was only a trial.
Whether successful or not, it was merely a rehearsal.
Only once he could reproduce perfect results every time would he administer it to her.
"Ardan, come, sit."
Kuroha guided her onto a reclined chair, his eyes glowing faintly with determination.
The beautiful girl turned her face away, cheeks flushing red.
No matter when, she could never bring herself to meet his focused gaze directly. Her horse ears twitched softly, betraying her complex feelings.
After recording her data, Kuroha moved her aside and began the process.
The lab filled with a faint scent of herbs and disinfectant.
Ardan sat quietly on the chair, sunlight pouring in as she watched him weigh and grind each material, dropping them into the flask with precise, fluid movements. His sharp eyes never wavered, occasionally jotting notes about temperature or time.
The afternoon light traced the sharp lines of his face, while in the glassware before him, liquids boiled and blended into shifting hues.
She found herself murmuring in thought:
"When Kuroha goes to Central, I'll apply to transfer into his team."
"…Though I don't know if he'll even want me."
Her smile carried both longing and unease.
In the past month of meeting, bonding, and half a month of living side by side, the proud Mejiro lady had finally admitted her own feelings.
Unlike others, she was straightforward to the core.
"Though… with Fujimasa March around, what do I do?"
It was obvious to anyone that March shared something special with him. And Inari One too, with her constant clingy antics.
To Ardan, March was already like a "first girlfriend."
Which meant… she could only be the second.
But marriage laws only bound humans. They didn't bind Uma Musume.
With bodies strong enough to shrug off elephant-level tranquilizers, a single kick powerful enough to shatter bones, Uma Musume were feared as much as revered.
Normal men couldn't endure intimacy with them.
Most Uma Musume ended up living their lives alone.
Each generation was born not through human coupling, but through the blessings of the Three Goddesses.
Therefore, if one could find true love, the government not only permitted it but supported it—even financially.
Ardan clenched her fists, her eyes shining with confidence.
"So what if difficulties lie ahead? I'm Mejiro Ardan! I'll never back down."
"For the pride and honor of the Mejiro family—I will never lose!"
As she steeled her heart, the experiment reached its end.
The liquid in the flask swirled and condensed, emitting a mysterious glow like starlight upon the walls.
Kuroha wiped his brow, steady fingers holding a dropper. The final droplet fell with a crisp "ding."
Ardan's gaze returned to reality, fixed on the vial in his hand.
That light whispered of endless possibility.
Carefully sealing the vial, Kuroha exhaled softly.
This medicine was his synthesis of every physiological, pathological, and pharmacological insight into Uma Musume.
[Panacea]—
The miracle medicine that could cure all ailments.
And now, it had been born in his hands.
Staring at it for a moment, he finally smiled.
"No problems detected. The process went smoothly. A few more trials, and I'll be ready to treat your leg, Ardan."
Her eyes flickered with a strange light, unhidden, as she looked at him.
"I'll be waiting, Kuroha-san."
The intensity of her gaze made him pause, heart stirring with an odd premonition—
But he quickly shook it away.
"…If all goes well, within this week."
He made sure the vial was disposed of afterward.
The Panacea was tailor-made for the patient's condition in that exact moment. By the next day, it would already be useless, even for the same person.
Thus, he destroyed it completely, under Ardan's watchful eyes, the glowing liquid fading to nothing in the neutralization chamber.
Only then did he turn back to her.
"I'll continue refining until I can reproduce it perfectly, every time."
Ardan's soft voice answered with calm strength, her silhouette reflected under the lab's light.
Her gaze contained more hope and trust than any medicine could ever carry.
(End of Chapter)