Tokyo — Central Tracen Academy.
Since he had already filed a report in advance, the guard only checked his ID briefly before letting Kuroha through.
Thanks to his earlier visit with Ginjirou, he already knew the way and soon arrived at the president's office.
Standing at the door, he straightened his clothes, making sure there was nothing out of place, then knocked politely.
Even if he and Symboli Rudolf were friends, this was still a formal interview, and proper manners were necessary.
Knock, knock.
"…Come in."
The room was quiet for a moment before a composed voice answered.
Opening the door, Kuroha was met with the sight of a large desk facing the entrance.
Behind it sat Symboli Rudolf, her fingers interlaced, expression calm and commanding.
Had he not been familiar with her, the sheer aura she radiated would have been enough to intimidate him.
"Good morning, Trainer Kuroha."
A gentle voice came from the side. Sitting on the sofa with her usual smile was Maruzensky.
"Rudolf's been waiting ages for you," she teased, pointing at Rudolf whose composure was already starting to falter. "She was just saying how nervous she felt."
"Maruzensky…" Rudolf's voice carried a faint complaint.
"Ara, my bad."
Covering her mouth, Maruzensky giggled, then winked playfully at Kuroha, gesturing for him to come over.
Seeing this familiar, slightly comical scene, Kuroha couldn't help but smile.
He bowed politely to Rudolf first.
"Good morning, President Rudolf."
Then he turned to Maruzensky with a lighter tone.
"Miss Maruzensky, I didn't expect you here too. Looks like today's atmosphere is especially lively."
Rudolf cleared her throat, trying to reclaim the authority that Maruzensky's joke had punctured. Straightening her back, she fixed Kuroha with a sharp gaze, her voice shifting into official tones.
"Trainer Kuroha, have a seat."
She gestured to the chair across from her desk.
Kuroha sat, and a moment later, a folder was slid across the table toward him.
"This is the Central Trainer employment contract. Look it over, and if there's no problem—sign it."
"…Huh?"
Kuroha stared blankly at the contract in front of him.
Wait a minute—wasn't this supposed to be an interview?
Rudolf finally let out a laugh.
"You scored first in the written exam, and on top of that, you're the trainer of the South Kanto Triple Crown winner. What's left to test?"
"Am I supposed to question you on training philosophy or methods? You know more than I do."
Kuroha chuckled, flipping through the contract.
"So this is the president's privilege?"
Rudolf's expression stiffened. "…Are you signing or not?"
Seeing her caught out, Kuroha smiled faintly.
"Of course I'll sign. But I'll read carefully first."
Friends were friends, but contracts had to be checked.
He skimmed through the detailed clauses: base salary, benefits, training resource allocation, responsibilities and obligations for the Uma Musume under his care, confidentiality agreements…
Everything was thorough and well-structured, just like Central URA's reputation for high standards.
Even the base salary alone was more than triple that of a local trainer.
On top of that came generous allowances and benefits.
Equipment for training—horseshoes, racing shoes, weights—as well as access to pools and tracks would be distributed based on performance.
Unlike local trainers who had to pay out of pocket, Central provided proper support.
When his eyes fell on the Work Location section—"Central Tracen Academy exclusive training grounds and associated facilities"—he tapped it lightly.
It signified he would officially leave local Tracen behind and enter the very core of Central.
Turning to the clauses about Uma Musume rights and commercial development, he read extra carefully.
Fujimasa March was already a Triple Crown champion. Like Oguri Cap, even if she retired from racing, the merchandise income alone could surpass what Tamamo Cross had earned at her peak.
Fortunately, Central's contracts were fair and transparent in this area. Most profits from merchandise went directly to the Uma Musume. Advertisements and endorsements remained the Uma Musume's personal income, unrelated to Central.
No traps. No exploitative fine print.
Satisfied, Kuroha nodded.
"How is it? Not bad for a Central contract, right?"
Rudolf's tone carried a trace of teasing, clearly amused by his cautious scrutiny.
"The clauses are clear, benefits are excellent," Kuroha replied with a faint smile.
"Looks like President Rudolf really didn't try to sneak in any surprises for this so-called 'privileged hire.'"
Rudolf raised an eyebrow, but let it slide.
"Good. If there are no issues, sign it. From next month onward, you'll be a registered Central Tracen trainer."
Picking up the pen, Kuroha signed smoothly.
"Congratulations."
At last, Maruzensky spoke, her smile radiant as she stood and extended a hand.
"Welcome to Central. From today, you'll be our teacher."
Kuroha put the pen down, rose, and shook her hand with a smile.
"Then I'll be in your care, Maruzensky."
Seeing the matter settled, Rudolf leaned back into her chair.
"Kuroha, once the interview list is officially published, come by again when you're free. That's when you'll formally start at Central."
"No problem. Since Oi and Central are both in Tokyo, it's convenient enough."
With the formalities complete, their conversation shifted to lighter topics.
The three sat on the sofa, sipping tea, chatting warmly.
"Hah, Teio is always so clumsy," Rudolf laughed after Kuroha shared a story about Tokai Teio.
Watching him speak with such ease, she felt a pang of nostalgia.
After all, she had met both him and Maruzensky through younger girls—Teio, Oguri, and later through Sakura Chiyono O's injury case, they'd grown closer as friends.
Now, the "Emperor" of Central Tracen, her name carried an aura of authority across the academy.
But few remembered that she was only two years into retirement.
Her family's younger Uma Musume, Sirius Symboli, was still active on the track.
In truth, Rudolf was still young herself, but she bore the burden of being a role model.
She wanted to create an era where every Uma Musume could be happy, and so she upheld her strict image of dignity.
Even so, deep down, she longed to interact casually, like she did with them now.
"Thanks to Teio, I gained another friend."
Rudolf smiled into her teacup.
"By the way," Maruzensky said, setting her cup down, "the Autumn Tenno Sho is at the end of the month. Want to go together? It's a match between the 'Strongest of the Present' and the 'Gray Monster'!"
"The Autumn Tenno Sho?" Kuroha paused. Yes, the timing fit.
"If you're going, I'll make sure you get the best seats," Rudolf added lightly.
"…Another presidential privilege?" Kuroha teased.
Her moon-shaped fringe bounced as she laughed softly.
"Want to test it yourself? Once you're officially in Central, I'll show you just how far presidential privileges go."
"Please, spare me," he chuckled.
After agreeing to attend the Autumn Tenno Sho together, Kuroha bid them farewell.
After all, two of his own girls were still waiting for him at home.
(End of Chapter)
Ten days had passed since Kuroha's visit to Central Tracen Academy.
After a few days of rest, his Uma Musume had once again thrown themselves into intense training.
The moment they learned he had officially signed with Central and become a registered trainer, their motivation and fighting spirit burned even hotter.
Just a few days ago, Kuroha received the official interview list and final notice from the Central URA website.
In other words, all that remained was for him to show up at Central Tracen, go through the formalities, and he would be officially installed as a Central trainer.
What's more, the recent announcement that Central Uma Musume could freely participate in local graded races meant he had nothing to worry about—there would be no awkward months of inactivity after transferring.
Everything was ready.
And today, after arranging his team's training schedule, Kuroha once again headed for Central Tracen Academy.
At the school gates, a familiar green figure was already waiting quietly.
Dressed in a neatly tailored green suit, her face bore a professional, gentle smile.
It was none other than the "Green Devil" herself—Hayakawa Tazuna.
"You must be Trainer Kuroha. Welcome," she said with a polite bow, her voice soft and courteous.
"I'm the director's secretary here at Central Tracen. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Kuroha returned the greeting.
"I'm Kuroha. Please take care of me, Miss Tazuna."
Instinctively, he activated Body and Breath Perception.
He glanced at her status—and the truth of those fan theories about her being a "phantom hall-of-fame Uma Musume" became clear.
Her stats were nearly identical to Inari One's current numbers.
All attributes hovering around 1100.
In this world, aside from himself, there were only Uma Musume with such figures.
But Tazuna had retired right after the Japanese Derby—before even completing half of her Classic Year.
Her inflated numbers were likely the result of her automatic growth still continuing after retirement.
The blessings of the Three Goddesses hadn't fully faded, and her True Blooming period wasn't yet over.
Even accounting for the 10% decline debuff that came with post-peak aging, she still carried the stats of one of the eternal "Top Three."
Kuroha even remembered stories of this "phantom Uma Musume" being compared to Pure Crown and the lightning-fast Daishoten Express…
"Trainer Kuroha?"
Tazuna's gentle reminder pulled him from his thoughts.
"Ah—sorry. Please, lead the way."
Following her, he reentered Central Tracen.
Though he had toured once before with Ginjirou Musaka, Tazuna's explanations were much more detailed.
She carefully introduced each facility, explained application procedures, and gave him a complete overview.
"Since classes are in session, we'll skip the teaching building today," Tazuna said softly.
"Of course," Kuroha nodded.
"That about covers the general layout of Central Tracen," she concluded.
"Next, let's head to the director's office. Director Akikawa is waiting to complete your entry procedures."
Guided through the sprawling campus, they arrived at the imposing administration building—the true heart of Central's power.
At the office door, Tazuna knocked politely.
"Please, come in!"
A clear, youthful voice answered.
The heavy door opened to reveal a grandly decorated room—luxurious, classical, and just as Kuroha expected.
But the figure seated behind the enormous desk was not some stern elder.
It was… a little girl.
Or more accurately—a "big-loli" would be the better term.
Her appearance was older than Tokai Teio, yet younger than Mejiro Ardan or Sakura Chiyono O.
Striking orange-highlighted hair, sapphire-blue eyes, a refined dress, and white socks covering slim legs—altogether she looked far too adorable to match the title of "Director."
Yet Kuroha knew well: this was Central Tracen Academy's director—Akikawa Yayoi.
"Welcome!"
As soon as he entered, the small director hopped off her chair, hands on her hips, speaking with a vigor that contrasted her appearance.
"I am Director Akikawa Yayoi! And you must be the trainer recommended by Rudolf, yes?"
Kuroha bowed slightly.
"Yes, Director. I'm Kuroha."
"Good!" She nodded with satisfaction, snapping open her folding fan with a swish. Her sapphire eyes gleamed with curiosity.
"Just as Rudolf said—quite the fine figure!"
"The paperwork's already been signed with her, so I won't meddle."
"What matters is this—" She flicked open her fan, showing the bold letters DIRECTOR.
"I'm counting on you! I hope you'll shine here at Central, bringing even greater glory to our Uma Musume!"
Kuroha answered calmly.
"Thank you for your trust, Director. I'll give my all."
"Mm, mm!" Yayoi nodded eagerly, smiling brightly.
"Don't worry, Trainer Kuroha! I'll give my all too—both for our students and for our trainers!"
"If there's ever something you don't understand after joining, come to me directly."
"Please, rely on me as much as you like!"
"Meow!"
As if echoing her words, a black-and-white cat suddenly leapt onto her head, pawing playfully at her hat.
The cheerful scene made Kuroha chuckle despite himself.
"Understood, Director. I'll remember."
—
Once outside, Tazuna took him through the actual entry procedures, then showed him his assigned dormitory, trainer's office, and related facilities.
"By the way, Miss Tazuna," Kuroha asked as they walked,
"besides me, how many others passed the Central trainer exam this year?"
After all, he'd be staying at Central for a long time. Knowing the circle of colleagues was inevitable.
"Eh?" Tazuna blinked, then thought for a moment.
"Normally, each year has about one to five new trainers. But this year is… a little different."
"Different?"
"Yes. On President Rudolf's proposal, stricter measures were put in place. Too many Central trainers lately have been… lacking. For the future of the Uma Musume, the exams must be tougher. And even current trainers will have to undergo regular professional re-examinations."
She tilted her head slightly, recalling the details.
"The proposal was submitted before summer vacation. The final ruling isn't out yet, but the outcome is almost certain."
Kuroha's brows lifted.
"So this year's new hires will be…"
Tazuna smiled gently.
"Most likely, you'll be the only one."
"…All because of Rudolf, huh."
So this was another of the president's privileges.
Submitted back before summer—right after his first move from Local to Tokyo.
As expected of the "Emperor." Swift, decisive, relentless.
(End of Chapter)
After exchanging contact information with Tazuna, Kuroha said his goodbyes and wandered around Central Tracen Academy alone, treating it as a chance to familiarize himself with the grounds.
Before long, he found himself near one of the training facilities—the same one he had seen when touring with Ginjirou Musaka.
After a moment of thought, he walked up and knocked.
Inside came Ginjirou's deep voice.
Opening the door, Kuroha found the veteran trainer sitting alone at his desk, pen in hand, scribbling notes.
"Well now, kid. How'd you get in here?"
"Yo, it's been a while, Ginjirou-senpai!" Kuroha greeted with a grin.
The old man froze, then realized who it was.
"Kuroha… you passed the exam, then?"
When Kuroha nodded, Ginjirou sighed deeply, as if recalling something unpleasant.
"If only that brat Kitahara had done the same…"
"Kitahara? What happened?"
Hearing the familiar name, Kuroha perked up. After all, he'd spent a month at Kasamatsu with him.
"…Failed miserably," Ginjirou muttered.
"When Fujimasa March transferred to Oi, that kid was struggling. And this time, he bombed the written exam—didn't just fail, he scored near the very bottom."
The old man's mustache bristled as he scowled.
"Damn near made me spit blood."
Kuroha could only shake his head. The written exam wasn't exactly difficult… wasn't it supposed to be almost a given to pass?
"Enough about him."
Taking a sip of tea, Ginjirou steadied his breathing before giving Kuroha a sharp look.
"So, since you passed, why aren't you back in Oi handling your transfer? What brings you here?"
Kuroha sat down casually beside him.
"Just wandering. Thought I'd drop by, since it's been a while."
As he spoke, his eyes flicked to the papers scattered across the desk.
Not Oguri Cap.
Not Fujimasa March.
But—Tamamo Cross.
"…The Autumn Tenno Sho?" Kuroha asked quietly.
"Yeah."
Ginjirou nodded, not bothering to hide it. But his tone carried a trace of helplessness.
"I promised Oguri that if she won the Mainichi Okan, I'd let her run the Autumn Tenno Sho. And now… I can't exactly take it back."
The Mainichi Okan—known as the "Super G2." In some years, it even outshone G1 races.
Normally, it served as a gathering place for top-tier Uma Musume of all distances, a frontline preview of the G1 season.
But the Okan and the Tenno Sho were scheduled dangerously close together.
This year, the Okan was set for October 9th—just one day before Fujimasa March's Tokyo Crown. The Autumn Tenno Sho fell on October 30th.
Only twenty-one days apart.
For an Uma Musume at that level, it was unthinkable. Recovery required at least a full month between major races.
"…She shouldn't run it."
Kuroha's voice was firm.
"In just twenty-one days, Oguri can't possibly recover fully."
Ginjirou's hand on the teacup trembled slightly.
"…I know."
He looked up, his eyes bare without their usual sunglasses. Gone was his calm composure—what remained was something heavier, conflicted.
"But it's her wish. She earned it with her own victory in the Okan. She fought for this chance herself."
Kuroha frowned.
Indeed—between trainer and Uma Musume, there was more than rules and cold logic. There were promises. Bonds.
This world was not the same as his past life's reality.
In reality, Oguri Cap had been forced into endless battles, wrung out as a tool for money.
But here—this Oguri fought purely out of her own will.
Okan. Then Tenno Sho. Then the Japan Cup. Then the Arima Kinen.
Every race spaced less than a month apart.
Each one G1.
The sheer madness of that campaign made Kuroha click his tongue.
But in the end, he didn't push further. He only smiled faintly.
"So, you're studying Tamamo Cross, then?"
"Yeah…" Ginjirou picked up his pen again, eyes fixed on the stack of reports.
"…You were right, kid. It's the power of a Domain."
"Tamamo really is the 'Strongest of the Present.'"
Ever since Kuroha's reminder, Ginjirou had been paying close attention to Tamamo Cross, even rewatching old race footage again and again.
To be sure, he had asked Tazuna to confirm. And as a seasoned Central veteran, she saw through it instantly.
"Yes, that's a Domain," she'd said with a knowing smile. "She's truly an exceptional Uma Musume."
Back in the present, Ginjirou pushed himself up with his cane.
"This kind of power is beyond common sense. I honestly don't know how to counter it."
Kuroha chuckled.
"What else is there to do? At the end of the day, a Domain is just a way to make an Uma Musume run faster. Nothing mystical about it."
With two and a half Domain users on his team—Fujimasa March, Inari One, and half-count Sakura Chiyono O—he was well beyond being impressed by it.
"The only goal in a race is victory. Cross the finish line first, and nothing else matters. If Oguri runs faster than Tamamo, then even a Domain can't change the result."
"…Easy for you to say."
Ginjirou snorted, but the faint twitch of his lips betrayed a reluctant smile.
Just then—
Ring ring ring—
Kuroha's phone buzzed.
"This time of day… who's calling me?"
Pulling it out, his eyes widened at the caller ID.
Obey Your Master.
"…Ame?"
Ginjirou noticed too and waved him off.
"Go on. You've just joined Central, plenty to handle. Don't waste time on this old man."
Kuroha rose, bowing lightly.
"Then I'll take my leave, senpai."
"Go, go." Ginjirou's attention had already drifted back to the papers, eyes burning with focus.
Closing the door behind him, Kuroha walked a few steps down the hall before answering.
"Morning?"
"Hi! Trainer, good morning!"
The bright, familiar voice of a blonde girl rang through the line.
Kuroha couldn't help but smile.
"Morning, Ame. What's this? Planning to enter the Japan Cup in your younger form?"
There was a pause on the other end.
"…Trainer, in what form do you wish me to run?"
Kuroha hesitated briefly, then replied warmly.
"No matter the form, Ame—you'll win."
...
—West Coast, United States.
At her training grounds, Obey Your Master listened to his words.
She, who could endure the harshest words from rivals without flinching, now felt her eyes sting with heat.
Taking a deep breath, she pressed down the swell of emotion.
"Trainer, I've booked a flight for October 23rd, two days from now. I'll arrive in Tokyo for acclimation training."
"Two days? Just in time."
"In time?"
"In time to watch the biggest rival you might face in the Japan Cup."
"…Ame, when you return, come train with my team first," Kuroha added with a firm tone.
"But…" She faltered.
"No buts. That's an order from your trainer."
There was a long silence. Then, with a laugh that masked tears, she nodded to herself.
"…Yes, my trainer."
After the call ended, the golden-haired girl stood alone for a moment, then slowly lifted her gaze to the clear, endless sky.
"The stage of the Japan Cup…" she whispered, her voice steady with unshakable resolve.
"I will win!"
Her desire for victory had never burned so bright.
(End of Chapter)
After leaving Central Tracen Academy, Kuroha returned straight to his rented training grounds.
There, Inari One and Fujimasa March were still working hard, their training in full swing.
By now, they were already mature Uma Musume. When it came to training, even without supervision, they could carry out his plans with diligence.
Watching his girls sweating and pushing themselves, Kuroha paused in satisfaction, then sat down on a chair, lost in thought.
"Since I've already entered Central, the first thing I need to plan is the roster."
He thought carefully.
According to his earlier plan—Inari One and Fujimasa March were naturally his aces.
Next were the two little ones: Tokai Teio and Mejiro McQueen. Their transfers had already been approved, with both Rudolf and the Mejiro family's blessing.
Then there was Obey Your Master. After the Japan Cup, he would definitely contact her trainer to discuss transferring her over.
The troublesome ones were the last two: Sakura Chiyono O and Mejiro Ardan.
Chiyono O, as a Derby winner, was heavily prioritized by her trainer. Even if she wished to join his team, the process would be anything but simple.
And then—Ardan.
Just thinking about her gave Kuroha a headache.
Getting her to transfer was technically easy.
But there was one unavoidable obstacle—her mother.
"…Looks like when Ardan arrives later, I'll have to bring it up. I need to find a chance to meet her mother face-to-face."
Kuroha wasn't one to procrastinate. After some short consideration, he made up his mind.
By 4:30 that afternoon, the Mejiro family's car had arrived, carrying Chiyono O, Ardan, and the two little ones.
The schedule for his girls was now routine.
As his formal ace runners, Fujimasa March and Inari One usually trained alongside him after their midday nap.
Chiyono O and Ardan, however, often had their official trainers' arrangements to handle first.
Meanwhile, Teio and McQueen had to attend classes.
So, most days, the four would arrive together around 4:30.
Once Ardan arrived, Kuroha explained the situation.
"…That's how it is. Ardan, what do you think?"
"Eh? Trainer, you want to meet Mother?"
The crystal-eyed girl clasped her hands by her cheeks, a delighted expression on her face.
"I can arrange it right away~"
"If tonight works, do you have time?"
Kuroha blinked, not expecting her to be so proactive. But after a thought, it really was the fastest way to resolve things.
He nodded. "Tonight works."
"Great!"
Ardan's eyes sparkled with anticipation, then she teased playfully:
"But you'd better be prepared, Trainer. Mother can be very strict."
"…I figured as much."
Kuroha sighed inwardly. No mother would hand over her daughter so easily.
But since he had already decided to bring Ardan onto his team, he was ready to face it.
"Ardan's mom wants to meet Trainer?"
At that moment, Tokai Teio leaned over, her big round eyes curious, her little moon-shaped bang swaying as she moved.
"It's about the team transfer," Kuroha explained honestly.
"Eh? Is Trainer going to propose marriage to Ardan's mom?" Teio blurted innocently.
Kuroha: …?
Ardan: …!
McQueen's cheeks flushed red as she tugged Teio's sleeve. "S-Stop saying weird things!"
Chiyono O couldn't hold back her laughter, quickly covering her mouth, though her crinkled eyes betrayed her mirth.
Kuroha rubbed his forehead helplessly.
"Not a proposal. It's a formal discussion. When the time comes, you and Ardan will both officially join my team."
He turned to Ardan.
"Then I'll trouble you to arrange it."
"Of course, Trainer."
With elegance, Ardan nodded and began tapping on her phone.
That evening, after a simple change of clothes, Kuroha rode in the Mejiro family's car toward their estate.
Night had fallen, and lanterns glowed softly along the quiet streets.
The car rolled to a stop before a vast, imposing Japanese mansion.
Lanterns hanging from the eaves cast a dignified glow, silently declaring the long history and prestige of the Mejiro line.
Stepping out of the car, Kuroha gazed up at the main house and drew a deep breath.
Ardan alighted beside him, smiling warmly.
"Trainer, are you nervous?"
"…It'd be a lie to say I'm not."
He admitted honestly.
"After all, it's like… meeting the parents."
Ardan's cheeks flushed pink. But quickly, she smiled brightly, trying to reassure him.
"If it's you, Trainer, it'll be fine. You're… the best in the world."
Her straightforward words left Kuroha's face red.
Before he could reply, another voice chimed in teasingly:
"Oh? The best, is he?"
Turning, Kuroha saw a breathtaking black-haired woman.
Wearing an elegant deep-blue gown, her hair neatly styled, her noble bearing exuded refinement. A single tear-shaped beauty mark at the corner of her right eye only heightened her allure.
Kuroha blinked—she looked familiar.
Ardan, on the other hand, nearly turned into steam.
"…Ramonu-nee, eavesdropping isn't very ladylike."
Ardan chided softly.
"Oh my, I was caught."
The woman—Mejiro Ramonu—covered her lips with a smile. In the lantern light, her beauty mark seemed even more alluring.
With leisurely steps, she approached, her eyes glinting mischievously as they flicked between Kuroha and her flustered junior.
Mejiro Ramonu… that's right.
Kuroha finally placed her. A senior to Tamamo Cross and Inari One, she was from the previous generation.
Just two years ago, during her Classic Year, she had achieved what none had before—winning all three fillies' Triple Crowns and additional major titles like the Queen Elizabeth Cup.
Her unmatched feat was remembered as the "Complete Triple Crown."
That was why she had seemed so familiar.
"Alright, Ardan… and Trainer Kuroha."
Ramonu smiled knowingly.
"Come. The lady of the house has been waiting for you."
Ardan took a deep breath, forcing down her blush, and offered Kuroha an apologetic smile.
"Trainer, this way."
They entered a tea room deep within the estate.
The décor was elegant and refined, every object steeped in history.
At the low table sat a woman in a dark kimono, her eyes closed, her mare ears twitching slightly—marking her as Uma Musume.
This was Mejiro Hiryu.
Ardan's mother.
A retired Uma Musume known to history, though her racing record had been modest.
Still, she carried herself with noble grace, her beauty preserved far beyond her years.
"Trainer, I'll leave you here."
Ardan smiled softly, then pulled Ramonu with her into another room.
"…."
Kuroha stood in silence for a moment, then stepped into the tea room.
(End of Chapter)
"Nice to meet you, Trainer Kuroha."
The voice of Mejiro Hiryu was calm, her smile gentle. "Please, sit."
"Nice to meet you, Madam."
Kuroha followed her instruction and sat properly across the low table, his posture formal yet composed.
He could clearly feel the weight of her gaze.
But it wasn't the gaze of a superior scrutinizing someone beneath them.
There was something else in it—something hard to describe.
Clink.
Hiryu lightly pushed a cup of tea toward Kuroha.
After a slight pause, she suddenly spoke:
"So, when are you two planning to get married?"
…!
The words hit like a thunderclap.
Kuroha's brain short-circuited instantly.
Wait… are all the Mejiro girls this straightforward?!
"C-cough, Madam, marriage is…"
Kuroha choked on his tea right in the middle of drinking.
Hiryu didn't reply right away.
Instead, she gracefully lifted her own cup, sipping with flawless elegance.
"Trainer Kuroha, I know why you came here. It's about Ardan's transfer, isn't it?"
She set her cup down, smiled, and continued:
"If it's only that… I'll allow it."
Her tone shifted, her words trailing long and deliberate:
"But the relationship between trainer and horse girl… is not a trivial thing~"
Even if Ardan had been the one to take the initiative, Kuroha had no excuse here.
After a moment of silence, he spoke up:
"Madam, Ardan is an exceptional horse girl. Her future holds infinite possibilities.
As her trainer, my greatest responsibility right now is to help her shine with the brightest light on the racetrack, so she never regrets her racing career.
As for the more distant future…"
He paused, meeting Hiryu's gaze head-on, and said each word firmly:
"As her partner, I will take responsibility for her."
Hiryu listened quietly, nodding from time to time.
The smile on her face grew wider.
"To take responsibility for her…"
She repeated his words slowly, savoring them as though tasting a fine tea.
"…What a reassuring promise."
Her eyes lingered on Kuroha for a moment, then she suddenly chuckled.
"Alright, no need to be so tense."
"Well then, I'll leave Ardan in your care, Trainer Kuroha."
Kuroha nodded seriously. "Thank you for your trust, Madam."
"Good."
She gave a satisfied nod before raising her voice slightly:
"And as for the two little mice at the door—haven't you heard enough? If you're so curious, why don't you come in?"
Click!
From the crack in the door came a startled gasp and the sound of hurried fabric rustling.
Kuroha turned his head, stunned, just in time to see the door swing open further.
Standing there awkwardly were Mejiro Ardan and Mejiro Ramonu.
"Cough, cough."
Ramonu cleared her throat, then casually shoved her younger sister forward before shutting the door behind her.
That left Ardan alone at the entrance.
"Mother…"
Hiryu looked at her daughter's flustered expression, her eyes softening with affection.
"Ardan, come here."
Taking a deep breath, Ardan walked over and sat beside Kuroha.
"…Does Ardan not love her mother anymore?"
When her daughter didn't sit closer, Hiryu put on a teary, pitiful look.
"Mother, please mind your image."
Ardan quickly regained her usual composure and answered softly.
Kuroha, watching the mother and daughter banter, felt warmth rise in his chest.
After their playful exchange ended, Hiryu once again regained her elegant posture.
"Well then, Trainer Kuroha, since the main matter is settled, let's discuss a few conditions.
First—since Ardan will become your horse girl, I have only one requirement of you."
She spoke softly but firmly:
"When she retires, I want to see her come back healthy, happy, and beautiful.
That is all. Can you promise me that?"
Kuroha blinked, struck by the depth of her request.
But immediately, he replied with unwavering resolve:
"Of course. Ardan will never suffer any grievance under me!"
Hiryu nodded, smiling as she poured more tea.
"Good. That's enough."
After setting the teapot down, she suddenly clapped her hands.
Clap.
A side door opened.
A maid entered carrying a folder, bowed, and stepped forward.
"This represents the sincerity of our Mejiro family."
Hiryu gestured for the maid to hand the folder to Kuroha, smiling as she explained:
"Since you will be the trainer of a Mejiro horse girl, naturally, the support you receive will not be lacking."
Puzzled, Kuroha accepted the folder.
It wasn't a contract, but a list.
—A monthly discretionary fund of ten million yen.
—Authority to use one of the Mejiro family's private training grounds.
—Dedicated nutritionists, physicians…
As Kuroha scanned the long list of staggering resources and numbers, even with mental preparation, he couldn't help but suck in a breath.
Finishing the page, he was momentarily at a loss for words.
"…Am I really… just living off a woman here?"
The thought struck him hard.
Then Hiryu seemed to recall something and added with a chuckle:
"Ah yes, McQueen is also in your team, isn't she?
In that case, this arrangement may need to be adjusted.
I'll discuss it with Aurora—ah, McQueen's mother.
If all goes well, this support will be doubled."
Kuroha fell silent.
Since the Summer Island incident, he was once again reminded of just how overwhelming wealth could be.
"Madam… such generosity is truly overwhelming."
He spoke carefully.
But Hiryu only smiled, lifting her cup with elegance.
"There's no need to feel burdened. This is not charity—it's an investment.
I trust your ability, and I trust Ardan's judgment even more.
These resources are to ensure that Ardan—and perhaps McQueen, if she joins your team—can run with no worries, chasing their dreams to the very peak.
So take it. And fulfill your promise."
"…Thank you."
Kuroha froze for a moment, then bowed his head in gratitude.
"Well then, with business concluded, you must be tired."
Hiryu set down her teacup, her gaze shifting toward Ardan.
"Ardan, see our guest out."
"Yes, Mother."
Ardan rose gracefully, bowed to her mother, then turned to Kuroha with a smile.
"Trainer, shall we go?"
Kuroha also stood, bowing once more.
"Thank you again, Madam. I'll take my leave."
"Go. I look forward to hearing Ardan's good news."
Hiryu's smile was radiant.
With Ardan at his side, Kuroha walked down the corridor toward the exit.
The cool night wind drifted through the courtyard, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees.
Moonlight spilled across the carefully tended stone path, casting their side-by-side silhouettes.
"Trainer…"
Ardan's voice broke the quiet.
"Thank you so much for tonight.
I know Mother can be overwhelming at times, but truly… she's happy that I chose this path."
Kuroha turned his head toward her, his voice steady and warm:
"It's me who should thank you, Ardan.
I won't let either of you down.
Whether it's you or McQueen, I'll give everything I have to make sure your brilliance lights up the track."
Ardan's steps faltered for a brief moment before she smiled brightly.
In that instant, her radiant beauty could outshine even time itself.
"Mm!"
She nodded vigorously, laughing softly.
"I believe in you, Trainer!"
Their footsteps echoed through the serene courtyard as they continued walking side by side.
(End of Chapter)
In the blink of an eye, two days had passed.
...
Tokyo, Chiba Prefecture—Narita International Airport.
At the arrival gate in the first-floor lobby.
Other than Tokai Teio and Mejiro McQueen, Kuroha and all the other horse girls in his team were waiting for the flight to arrive.
Originally, Kuroha had intended to come alone.
But Inari One and the others were far too curious about who this future teammate might be, insisting on tagging along.
Even Mejiro Ardan and Sakura Chiyono O pushed back their afternoon training sessions to join.
Unable to dissuade them, he had no choice but to bring them.
Of course, beyond that, Kuroha also thought ahead—since they'd all be training and living together in the future, introducing them early wasn't a bad thing.
Time ticked by as the terminal bustled with voices.
Announcements about flight arrivals and departures mixed with the chatter of travelers.
Inari One leaned excitedly over the railing, eyes locked onto the electronic display of flight statuses, muttering to herself:
"By the way, Trainer, how did you even meet that… um…"
She suddenly paused.
"You can just call her Amen."
Kuroha reminded her with a chuckle.
"Ah, right! Amen."
Inari nodded. "So, how did you meet her?"
"How we met…"
Kuroha thought briefly, then told them the general story of how he had first encountered Obey Your Master.
"I see… so it was back then."
Fujimasa March nodded knowingly.
Back when she herself had just transferred to Oi Tracen Academy, Kuroha often walked and chatted with her, sometimes sharing little stories.
He had even mentioned "that dirt-eating horse girl" in passing before.
Of course, this time he left out certain details.
Sakura Chiyono O nodded with a thoughtful hum.
"So, she'll only join after winning the Japan Cup? What a magnificent dream."
As the only one in Kuroha's team who had already captured a G1 title, Sakura understood exactly what it meant to add the word "International" to that prefix.
Especially since the Japan Cup wasn't limited to the Classic generation.
Classic Year horse girls, Senior Year horse girls… even those who had already completed their True Blooming, at the absolute peak of their form, could enter.
It would be a gathering of monsters.
Just as Sakura finished speaking, the announcement rang out:
The flight from the United States had landed.
Ardan smiled gracefully. "At last, it's here."
The girls quickly straightened their outfits.
After all, this was their first meeting with a future teammate—they all wanted to leave a good impression.
Kuroha stood at the front, eyes fixed on the arrival gate, a faint smile curling on his lips.
Soon enough, the crowd began to stir.
The sound of rolling suitcases and footsteps filled the hall as passengers emerged.
They didn't have to wait long.
A tall, beautiful blonde girl stepped out, pulling a suitcase behind her.
Her striking presence shone like a star even amidst the bustling crowd.
She wore a simple gray outfit layered with a light coat, her golden hair cascading down to her waist.
Obey Your Master scanned the crowd before her gaze locked onto Kuroha.
Her lips curved slightly upward as she quickened her pace.
She stopped before him and spoke softly:
"Long time no see, Trainer."
Kuroha took her suitcase with a warm smile.
"Welcome back, Amen."
"…"
Obey Your Master gave a small nod.
Her chest rose and fell sharply a few times, emotions welling up inside her that nearly burst free—but she steadied herself.
Only Ardan, with her keen eye, noticed the tremor and responded with a knowing smile.
After leaving the terminal together, Kuroha began the introductions.
"This is Fujimasa March—my very first horse girl."
"Then there's Inari One… Mejiro Ardan… and Sakura Chiyono O…"
After going through each name, Kuroha added with a smile:
"There are also two younger girls who haven't reached True Blooming yet. They're still in class, but you'll meet them later if you want."
Finally, he stood formally by her side and declared:
"And this is the horse girl from the United States, Obey Your Master.
After the Japan Cup, she'll become an official member of our team!"
"Everyone, let's welcome her."
At once, the four horse girls clapped and laughed.
"Welcome!"
"Please take care of us!"
"Amen, let's get along well from now on!"
"Welcome!"
The blonde girl stood frozen, staring at the warm faces before her.
Her long ears twitched, catching the sincerity in their voices.
It was so different from the biting sarcasm she had endured back in the States.
This pure warmth and kindness pierced straight through the icy walls she had built around her heart.
Already happy to see Kuroha again, she now felt her throat tighten, her nose sting.
A long-forgotten warmth—called "companionship"—rose quietly inside her.
The emotions she had been suppressing nearly spilled over.
After a moment of silence, she drew a deep breath, calming herself.
At last, she answered firmly:
"Yes. Please take care of me.
From now on, let's work hard together."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to every ear.
Kuroha watched, smiling in satisfaction.
With his team growing, he valued harmony more and more.
And seeing Obey Your Master start off on such a good note with Fujimasa March and the others filled him with a quiet pride.
Clapping his hands lightly, he said:
"Alright, enough chatting. Let's head back to the academy."
Then, something struck him.
"By the way, Amen… where's your trainer?"
"I came on my own."
She answered naturally.
"…?"
Kuroha raised a brow.
"This is your first overseas expedition, isn't it? They just let you come alone?"
Seeing his displeased expression, Amen gave a wry smile.
"Mostly because he knew you were here… Trainer.
Besides, with my record, I was never treated well in his team anyway…"
The United States—over there, the horse girl world was survival of the fittest.
Strength ruled, and races were wild and ruthless.
So very different from this distant island nation.
And that atmosphere had been shaped by the strongest horse girls of that land.
Meanwhile, in Japan, the Central Tracen horse girls were so harmonious thanks to Symboli Rudolf.
As the nation's "strongest" and its "role model," Rudolf had embodied what it meant to be a "perfect horse girl."
Her influence had shaped the culture itself.
Kuroha frowned, then relaxed again.
If memory served, in the original timeline, Obey Your Master's trainer only started accompanying her after she won the Japan Cup.
It wasn't that he didn't care—it was simply how their culture worked.
"…Forget it."
Kuroha sighed softly.
From today forward, Amen was his horse girl.
He wasn't about to waste time fixing another's bad habits.
"Alright," he said gently to the group, "let's go home."
Not long after, their car pulled out of the airport parking lot.
(End of Chapter)
After bringing back Obey Your Master,
Kuroha arranged for her to stay in a small villa generously provided by the Mejiro family.
It would serve as her temporary residence until the Japan Cup concluded.
The next day.
Kuroha brought her to a brand-new private training ground.
Hmm…
This was one of the resources Madam Mejiro had offered him a few days earlier—
a state-of-the-art training facility.
From now on, Kuroha no longer had to burn through funds to rent training grounds as before.
At this time, Inari One and Fujimasa March were attending their classes.
Inside the training grounds—
Kuroha stood at the edge of the track, his gaze sharp as he watched the gallant golden-haired figure sprint past.
When the girl dashed by, he tilted his head up to glance at the precision automatic timer.
"Trainer, how was it?"
Obey Your Master panted lightly as she walked over.
For some reason, during her time training on the West Coast, she had never cared much about the evaluations of other trainers or Uma Musume.
But now, when asking Kuroha about her performance, her voice carried a faint pressure of expectation.
"Your performance…"
Kuroha thought for a moment before replying, "Not bad."
It was a fair and measured assessment.
"First, let's talk about the fundamentals."
During the period before Obey Your Master returned to the US, Kuroha had personally coached her for about a month on improving her running form and breathing rhythm.
Now, watching her again, there was no doubt she had mastered it well.
Her movements flowed smoothly, her breathing stable—
it was clear she had ingrained his coaching deeply into her mind.
However, with Body and Breath Perception,
Kuroha keenly caught the tiny flaws that weren't visible to the naked eye.
They came from a lack of his personal guidance for too long.
Self-adjustments made during races and training had caused subtle deviations to accumulate.
"Your center of gravity isn't sinking quite enough, so your power transfer during bursts isn't fully linear."
"And your breathing—though steady in rhythm— falters slightly at the tail end of your final sprint."
As he spoke, Kuroha stepped forward and gently adjusted her arm swing and running posture.
The girl's body was soft yet resilient, and each minor correction brought a tangible boost in efficiency.
Obey Your Master let him make adjustments freely,
and a long-absent sense of satisfaction welled up inside her.
"So this is how it used to be…"
After Kuroha corrected her flaws,
the golden-haired Uma Musume took a short rest before sprinting again under his direction.
As her figure flew down the track,
Kuroha sat down and opened her status panel.
[Registered Uma Musume: Obey Your Master (Temporary)]
[Obey Your Master]
Track Aptitude: Turf A / Dirt D
Distance Aptitude: Short C / Mile A / Medium A / Long B
Running Style Aptitude: Front Runner C / Pace Chaser B / Late Surger A / End Closer A
Unique Skill: Pour All My Glory Lv.3
Domain: Wild Joker
Skills: Turf God, Clairvoyance, Supreme Step, All In, Medium Distance Straights, Iron Will
Speed: 1121
Stamina: 976
Power: 944
Guts: 1013
Wisdom: 1104
"Compared to when we last parted, the changes in her stats aren't too drastic,"
Kuroha murmured.
From April to late November,
more than half a year had passed—
yet each stat had only grown by less than fifty points.
It was proof that Obey Your Master was approaching her growth ceiling.
Her True Blooming was almost complete.
Regular strength training no longer had much effect.
And aside from her stats, one key entry in her panel had changed:
[Domain: Wild Joker]
Half a year ago, it had still displayed "Awakening."
Now, it was fully unlocked.
With her current panel in mind,
Kuroha began forming a plan for her training.
First—perfect her running form and breathing again.
Second—integrate Medium Distance Aptitude training into her routine.
Obey Your Master already excelled at high-speed turf running.
If she could gain greater adaptability at 2400 meters,
she would unleash unimaginable strength.
Lastly—her Domain!
Obey Your Master's Domain was still incomplete.
She couldn't activate it at will—
it only appeared in rare moments of extreme focus or stimulation.
From what Kuroha understood, the conditions to trigger her Domain required:
High-speed turf.
Fighting spirit pushed to the limit.
Complete dominance over the intel of every competitor.
That third requirement—controlling all information on opposing Uma Musume—
included, but was not limited to, their trainers, their past races, their opponents, and more…
Such harsh conditions for an incomplete Domain would be a fatal disadvantage
when facing Tamamo Cross's complete Domain in the Japan Cup.
Even though history said Obey Your Master would defeat Tamamo Cross,
Kuroha wasn't going to gamble with his Uma Musume's future.
Thus, for this Japan Cup—
mastering her Domain would be the top priority of her special training.
As for scattered general skills like Professor of Curvature,
Kuroha decided to set those aside for now.
With only one month left until the Japan Cup,
he couldn't dump everything on her all at once—
that would only backfire.
Opening his notebook,
Kuroha's pen carved clear words across the page.
"Alright, this will be the plan."
After careful thought,
he selected the most critical, immediately effective training items.
Limited time would be poured only into the core areas that could boost her battle strength.
Over the following days,
as Obey Your Master's special training moved onto the right track,
Kuroha used his spare time to personally visit the Uma Musume who would soon join his team,
along with their trainers and families.
For example, Tokai Teio and Mejiro McQueen.
He even went to meet their families.
After all, they were still young, not yet in True Blooming.
If he were to bring them into his team,
he needed their families' consent.
Fortunately, the meetings went well.
Their families were very satisfied after learning of Kuroha's achievements as a trainer.
The most time-consuming case was Sakura Chiyono O's trainer—
the career woman he had briefly met after the Japan Derby.
When she heard that Chiyono O wanted to transfer teams,
she almost broke down crying on the spot.
A huge contrast from her usual composed image.
In the end, between sobs,
she still entrusted Chiyono O to Kuroha,
asking him to take good care of her.
Although, through Body and Breath Perception,
Kuroha could tell most of her tears were for show,
he chose not to expose her.
And so, with the addition of Mejiro Ardan,
the transfers of four Uma Musume were completed.
After the Japan Cup,
Obey Your Master would also join.
Kuroha's envisioned team was finally taking shape.
From here on,
all that mattered was focusing everything to ensure Obey Your Master
could meet the Japan Cup in peak condition.
As for the move from Oi to Central Tracen,
he would follow his original plan—
step by step, beginning with the Tokyo Memorial.
(End of Chapter)
Fuchu Station.
At this moment, only three days remained until the Autumn Tenno Sho.
A figure walked out of the station, lifting his head slightly as he looked around at the bustling metropolis.
"T-This…?"
"This is even grander than Kasamatsu Station."
Shielding his eyes from the sunlight with one hand, he sighed with emotion.
It was none other than an acquaintance of Kuroha from Kasamatsu—Kitahara Jou.
At this moment, he was dragging along bags stuffed with gifts, looking every bit like a country bumpkin stepping into the big city for the first time.
With every step, he was stunned anew by the sheer liveliness of Tokyo.
"Seven hundred yen for just a cup of coffee?"
He muttered complaints under his breath as he walked, finally letting out a sigh.
"Seriously… I don't even know how Kuroha managed to survive in a place like this."
Looking down at the heavy gift bags in his hand, Kitahara once again found himself at a loss.
Back when they heard Fujimasa March had taken the South Kanto Triple Crown, the companions at Kasamatsu had wanted to send someone over to celebrate.
But they also remembered that Oguri Cap was about to run in the Autumn Tenno Sho.
So they thought—why not prepare gifts now? That way, not only could they celebrate March's victory, but also cheer on Oguri Cap.
Two birds with one stone.
"But… why did I have to be the representative? Couldn't that guy '483'—March's former trainer—come instead?"
Kitahara wore a bitter face.
Normally he'd have no problem with it.
He actually quite liked the idea of coming to Tokyo to see Oguri Cap.
But in the middle of this month, the Central URA Association had released the results of the written exams for central licenses.
His own barely-passable scores already embarrassed him.
And compared to his former colleague Saya's outstanding results…
Even with his thick skin, just thinking about meeting them filled him with shame.
"Should I go see Oguri Cap first… or just go find March straight away?"
Smiling bitterly, Kitahara shook his head and gripped the heavy gift bags tighter as he walked.
At Central Tracen Academy.
Kuroha walked out of the Academic Affairs Office, exhaling softly as he glanced at the message on his phone.
It was the official notice that Sakura Chiyono O had successfully transferred into his team.
"Done!"
A bright smile appeared on Kuroha's face.
His team was now complete.
All that was left was to find the right time for them to formally get together.
But since his team didn't yet have any immediate races lined up in Central, there wasn't much urgency.
As he headed toward the parking lot, a figure stepping off a bus caught his attention.
"…Kitahara? What's he doing here?"
Surprised, Kuroha quickly crossed the street toward the familiar back facing the bus stop.
"Hey! Kitahara!"
The man carrying bags of gifts froze in place.
Turning around and seeing Kuroha, his face lit up in sheer joy.
All the hesitation and awkwardness from before vanished instantly.
What remained was only the joy of seeing an old friend.
"It really is you!"
Kuroha walked closer, his eyes sweeping over the heavy bags crammed with gifts. He chuckled.
"What's with you showing up in Tokyo all of a sudden? Couldn't even give me a heads-up first?"
Kitahara scratched the back of his head with a sheepish smile.
"Well, since March took the Triple Crown, and Oguri Cap's about to run the Tenno Sho, everyone chipped in and sent me here as the representative to celebrate and cheer you on."
He lifted one of the bags, revealing the outlines of neatly wrapped confections and toys inside.
Kuroha laughed softly at that.
He had always thought well of his former colleagues at Kasamatsu.
Whatever else could be said about their skills, at the very least, they were truly good friends.
"I'll give March her share later. As for Cap's…"
He gestured toward the academy gates with a light smile.
Kitahara nodded quickly.
"Yeah, I already told Musaka-ossan about it, so… let's head in together!"
As they walked the campus paths side by side, memories of their training days came flooding back.
"Gotta say, Kuroha, you're really thriving here at Central."
Kitahara let out a sigh of admiration.
"And your exam results were so high, too. Just what kind of brain do you have to study like that?"
Kuroha chuckled.
"What kind of brain? The exam wasn't even that hard."
"You damn humble braggart…"
Kitahara groaned and shook his head.
"Just wait until I bump into Ryuujirou-ossan. He's definitely going to chew me out."
Kuroha smirked.
"Well, if you actually call him 'Ryuujirou-senpai,' maybe you'll be fine."
"No way!" Kitahara waved his hand frantically.
"He's just Ryuujirou-ossan, and that's that!"
"You really never change…"
They arrived at a training ground.
"I called Musaka -ossan earlier. He said it was this one."
Confirming, they stepped inside.
At the center of the track, a grey-haired Uma Musume charged forward with steady power.
Her gallop resounded like rolling thunder, shaking the air with every stride.
Beside the track, Ginjirou Musaka stood alongside two other horse girls, watching the run closely.
"She's gradually getting used to running with company," said a red-haired Uma Musume softly.
Ginjirou nodded after a pause, though there was a faint sigh in his heart.
"If it's only this level… winning the Autumn Tenno Sho will be difficult."
As he brooded, an overly loud voice rang out from behind.
"Roppei-ossan!!!"
The sheer volume made veins bulge on Ginjirou's forehead.
"…Ossan?" The red-haired Uma tilted her head.
Grinding his teeth, the old man turned.
"How many times do I have to say it?! It's Musaka!"
"Ahaha, still the same as ever, ossan!"
Kitahara grinned broadly from the stands.
"You've even got the nerve to show up here with Kuroha?"
Ginjirou thumped Kitahara's head with his cane.
"Wait, wait! I brought gifts this time!"
Though it didn't hurt, Kitahara still shrank his neck nervously.
"Hmph. At least you haven't forgotten your manners."
With a huff, Ginjirou lowered his cane.
Kitahara quickly set the bags carefully on a nearby bench.
As uncle and nephew settled down, Kuroha stepped forward with a smile.
"Roppei-senpai, long time no see."
With his cane planted firmly, Ginjirou asked,
"You've finished the central transfer?"
Kuroha nodded.
"Probably about ten more days before I officially join."
"Much more reliable than this idiot, that's for sure."
"Hey, how'd I get dragged into that?!" Kitahara groaned.
They chatted for a while.
But when Kitahara glanced at Oguri, who had just finished her training, his guilty conscience welled up again.
"Uh… Kuroha, when I talk to Oguri later, can you… help put in a good word for me? Don't let her give me the cold shoulder."
Kuroha couldn't help but laugh, patting his shoulder.
"Relax. Oguri's not the type to hold grudges like that."
Just then, Berno Light walked over with a stopwatch, intending to report Oguri's training times.
But when the girl turned and noticed the group by the track, she gasped.
"Kitahara-san? And… Kuroha-sensei?"
Oguri's ears twitched.
She turned her head toward them, her eyes lighting up.
"Kitahara!"
Her clear voice rang out—followed by the thunder of heavy footsteps!
Kuroha instinctively took a step back as Oguri charged forward like a freight train.
The ground shook, dust flew, and then—
CRASH!
A slightly clumsy, ash-grey filly skidded to a halt before them, flusteredly bowing her head in apology.
Inside the Academy building.
"Why are you here today? Is your health okay? How is everyone back at Kasamatsu? How's the license studying going?"
Oguri fired off questions like a machine gun.
"Wait, wait! One at a time!"
Kitahara laughed awkwardly, scratching his cheek.
"I'm studying for the license, of course. I want to become a proper trainer here as soon as possible."
From the side, Ginjirou muttered darkly,
"If you can't even pronounce my name right, maybe study a few more years first."
Still holding a grudge…
Kitahara sighed helplessly, exchanging a smile with the cheerful Oguri.
Neither Ginjirou nor Kuroha mentioned his failed exam.
Berno Light leaned down, noticing the gift bags.
"Kitahara-san, are those…?"
"Oh, this?"
He knelt down, speaking softly.
"These are gifts from everyone back at Kasamatsu. They wanted me to give them to Oguri for the Tenno Sho."
He dug into the bag, pulling out a long banner.
"Look at this!"
Oguri and Berno's eyes lit up as they unfolded the banner.
"Oh, and there's another one too!"
Kitahara pulled out a second banner, the handwriting slightly different, the message addressed to another.
Kasamatsu's Pride—Fujimasa March!
Oguri's eyes shone even brighter when she saw March's banner, almost more excited than for her own.
Kitahara turned to Kuroha with a grin.
"All the gifts are with you now. But I forgot to hand you this banner."
Kuroha accepted it, smiling softly as he imagined March sweating it out in training at that very moment.
"When March sees this, she's definitely going to be happy."
(End of Chapter)
Aside from the banners, there were also some personal gifts.
Kitahara Jou stood by Kuroha's side.
He looked at Oguri Cap and Berno Light, smiling happily as he held the gifts and watched them.
A trace of relief appeared on his face.
"Kuroha…"
He suddenly spoke.
"What is it?"
"Central… how does it feel?"
Kuroha hadn't expected Jou to suddenly ask such a question, and was slightly stunned.
But then he chuckled: "It feels pretty good!"
"..."
Jou shot him a death glare, then sighed: "Shouldn't have asked you, you damn brat!"
Saying this, he raised his head and looked at the azure sky, where a faint white halo could be seen.
"After Oguri and Fujimasa March left, I also tried raising some horse girls."
"But the results… were all disappointing."
Jou's voice was heavy: "One of them always slacked off in training. No matter what I tried, I couldn't motivate her."
"There was another horse girl, diligent and hardworking, but she twisted her ankle before her debut race and had to stop."
"Even now, I don't know when she'll recover."
He shook his head with a bitter smile: "I used to think that training Oguri was my ability."
"Until the Emperor came to me, I realized… it was Oguri's ability all along."
"And now, after half a year since Oguri transferred, I still haven't produced anyone notable…"
"Perhaps, I really am just a third-rate trainer…"
Kuroha quietly listened to Jou's laments, not knowing what to say.
What could he say? That it wasn't his fault, that in reality almost every trainer in this country was top-class?
But then again… Jou hadn't even passed the written exam for a third-rate license.
If Kuroha said that, it wouldn't be comforting—it would just stab him deeper.
Kuroha's voice carried a hint of helplessness, but before he could speak, Jou cut him off.
"Don't bother comforting me, I know my current ability."
He pointed to himself, smiling.
"I really am a third-rate trainer right now, but as long as Oguri keeps working hard, how could I possibly give up?!"
"If once doesn't work, then twice. If twice doesn't work, then three times!"
"One day, I'll become a top trainer!"
"..."
Once doesn't work, then twice. Twice doesn't work, then thrice…
Kuroha sighed inwardly, feeling a heavy sense of futility.
That he could even say such things…
Right now, he really was a third-rate trainer among third-rates.
Perhaps to most people, such words sounded hot-blooded and inspiring.
But in the eyes of Kuroha and Ginjirou Musaka…
They were hollow.
A trainer could take one or two years, even ten or twenty.
But a horse girl… had only three short years.
After the gifts were received and they chatted about some hometown stories, Oguri Cap soon returned to training.
Seeing this, Jou also bid farewell to Kuroha and the others.
At the training grounds, Kuroha silently watched his departing figure.
At his side, Ginjirou Musaka slowly stepped forward.
"He's still too young."
The old man's tone was hazy, somewhere between exasperation and sighing.
"Young indeed…" Kuroha's face was somber.
"... I almost forgot, you're still terrifyingly young yourself."
Ginjirou Musaka leaned on his cane, paused, then said softly:
"Time, to horse girls, is more precious than gold."
"Jou's passion is good… but passion that can't see reality, passion with no clear direction—
is nothing more than the buzzing of a headless fly."
"A horse girl's time can't wait for a trainer's slow growth!"
Kuroha fell silent at those words.
Harsh as they were, they pierced like needles—
a cruel truth.
A horse girl's career was short, her peak even shorter.
That kind of "failure leads to success" mindset—
in the brutal world of competition, the price paid was often a horse girl's youth and dreams, never to return.
He thought of Obey Your Master and how it had once staked everything for Japan's victory.
Not far away, Oguri Cap was sweating and grinding through her training, preparing for the upcoming Tenno Sho (Autumn).
Every minute and every second of their time was already ticking down.
"Senior Musaka, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first."
In the end, Kuroha said nothing more, only politely bidding farewell.
After all, this was a matter between Jou, Musaka, and Oguri Cap.
At most, he was just a friend and bystander.
And in the future, they might even become rivals.
"Go on then. This old man also needs to think about how to handle the Tenno Sho."
Musaka waved him off, then turned back to watch Oguri Cap's training.
Kuroha nodded, then left.
Walking along the sidewalks of Central Tracen Academy, Kuroha thought back on what had just happened.
His heart was heavy.
It wasn't just Jou—
even Musaka's way of thinking and teaching had deep flaws.
In the original timeline—
because he saw Mejiro Ardan and Super Creek getting along well with Oguri, Jou subconsciously asked her:
"Are you happy in Central?"
And Oguri's answer was: "I'm happy."
But they all ignored her true wish—
what she wanted most at the beginning was simply the joy of running.
The joy of running freely, eating heartily, and living with her beloved friends.
Those three things made up all of Oguri.
At that time, even if she lost a race, she might feel regret—
but she'd always remain full of fighting spirit and passion.
But later, as the years went by, Oguri was slowly buried under everyone's expectations of victory.
The horse girls' running carried not only their own dreams—
but also the ideals and obsessions of others.
The joy of running was forgotten by Oguri.
What remained in her body… was a monster chasing nothing but victory.
"From not wanting to lose… to being unable to lose…"
"From running equals happiness… to victory equals happiness…"
Kuroha stopped in his tracks.
In the distance, several young horse girls were doing sprint drills under their trainer's guidance.
Watching the bright smiles on their faces with every dash, every bit of progress—
he suddenly thought of the Oguri Cap from the original timeline.
The Oguri Cap who, after her peak had ended and her body began to decline, lost race after race.
The Oguri Cap who hid in the shadows, weeping in pain alone.
Kuroha tilted his head back, staring at the sky.
Could he really bear to watch her suffer through that again?
Taking out his phone, he looked at the message from the academic office—
the one confirming Sakura Chiyono O had joined his team.
He fell silent for a moment.
Then his lips curled upward.
"Didn't I already decide, back when I saved Chiyono O and Ardan's futures?"
"I have this power—the power to rewrite tragedies."
"Then why the hell am I still hesitating?!"
His eyes blazed, glowing as if they would overflow.
"What's there to fear?! Just charge forward!"
"If I don't like the ending—then I'll smash it to pieces myself!"
(End of Chapter)