Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 251 The Final Battle
At this moment, Northern Genko was extremely grateful that he was able to fight alongside Yasui Makoto during the preparations for battle.

This made her realize from the very beginning of the Arima Kinen match... no, even earlier, that the match was completely different from the usual ones.

I'm even more grateful that we've made it this far this year. We've been able to go through everything together. I can talk to Yasui Makoto about anything, and I always get incredibly patient responses.

She felt that otherwise, she would never have been able to remain so calm during her Arima memorial.

She is not good at speed, but she has an extraordinary burst of power.

This ability can only be used a limited number of times in a competition; at most, it can only be used four times in a distance of 2500 meters.

However, given the right timing, it can be the key to securing victory or even reversing the situation.

In the opening round, she sensed the pre-planned opportunity and unleashed her power with precision, instantly taking the lead and securing an early advantage, laying a solid foundation for the rest of the match.

The second time was when we passed the third bend again.

The opponents behind were trying to find an opportunity to overtake, and the senior Golden Ship was also closing in step by step. The atmosphere behind them was tense and fierce.

But as she unleashed her speed once again, she skillfully used the curves and centrifugal force of the bends to perfectly evade her opponents and continue to lead the pace of the race, thanks to the techniques she had accumulated day after day.

The third time was when we rushed out of the fourth bend again.

It was almost a repeat of her last outburst. Back then, her physical strength had been greatly depleted in the high-intensity competition, but her mind was still clear enough.

She knew that this was a crucial stage on the road to victory, and there could be no slackening.

Despite the soreness in her leg muscles and the rapid breathing that followed, she gritted her teeth and persevered, continuing to race in first place.

And the final one, the one that would decide whether we won or lost...

"Right now!!"

Staring intently at the finish line, which was now blurred but unmistakably close at hand, Northern Black Horse roared inwardly.

At this moment, Northern Genko was extremely grateful that he was able to fight alongside Yasui Makoto during the preparations for battle.

This made her realize from the very beginning of the Arima Kinen match... no, even earlier, that the match was completely different from the usual ones.

I'm even more grateful that we've made it this far this year. We've been able to go through everything together. I can talk to Yasui Makoto about anything, and I always get incredibly patient responses.

She felt that otherwise, she would never have been able to remain so calm during her Arima memorial.

She is not good at speed, but she has an extraordinary burst of power.

This ability can only be used a limited number of times in a competition; at most, it can only be used four times in a distance of 2500 meters.

However, given the right timing, it can be the key to securing victory or even reversing the situation.

In the opening sequence, she sensed the pre-planned opportunity and unleashed her power with precision, instantly taking the lead and securing the top spot. This established an early advantage and laid a solid foundation for the rest of the match.

The second time was when we passed the third bend again.

The opponents behind were trying to find an opportunity to overtake, and the senior Golden Ship was also closing in step by step. The atmosphere behind them was tense and fierce.

But as she unleashed her speed once again, she skillfully used the curves and centrifugal force of the bends to perfectly evade her opponents and continue to lead the pace of the race, thanks to the techniques she had accumulated day after day.

The third time was when we rushed out of the fourth bend again.

It was almost a repeat of her last outburst. Back then, her physical strength had been greatly depleted in the high-intensity competition, but her mind was still clear enough.

She knew that this was a crucial stage on the road to victory, and there could be no slackening.

Despite the soreness in her leg muscles and the rapid breathing that followed, she gritted her teeth and persevered, continuing to race in first place.

And the final one, the one that would decide whether we won or lost...

"Right now!!"

Staring intently at the finish line, now blurred yet undeniably close, Northern Black Horse roared with fury. In that final few dozen meters of the track, time seemed to stretch on endlessly.

A black and gold figure, like a sharp lightning bolt suddenly tearing the sky in the dark night, carrying a resolute and fearless momentum, launched a desperate final assault towards the finish line.

Each step she took was powerful and vigorous, and everything she kicked up seemed to burst forth with intense, dazzling flames, like the astonishing power unleashed when one is extremely eager for victory.

At the same time, a vibrant and dazzling bright color, like a light and ethereal stream of light, clung tightly to it at an incredible speed.

This streak of light was light and agile, leaving a series of faint, blurry afterimages in the air as it sped away.

Like a nimble sprite leaping through the void, it gives one a strong premonition that it might overtake the lightning in front of it at any moment.

On the other side, a powerful and magnificent force, like a surging and magnificent wave, swept in with overwhelming force.

Wherever the waves passed, the air seemed to be stirred up by a pair of invisible giant hands, emitting a dull and deafening roar, and the entire space trembled violently.

The waves, carrying boundless energy, are like an awakened ancient beast, baring its fangs and claws as it strives to catch up with the goal that shines with the light of hope.

There were also some slightly tired, stubborn, and tenacious lights shining brightly.

They are like flames that are about to burn out but are still struggling with all their might, giving their all to burn brightly in the final moments, trying to carve out their own dazzling glory in this crucial and fate-determining final sprint.

Several figures crossed the finish line almost simultaneously.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the entire arena fell into a brief silence.

After a few seconds of hesitation, the narration came through the loudspeaker in a muffled, hoarse voice:

"Charge...cross the finish line..."

A moment later, filled with confusion and panic, the loudspeaker desperately shouted:

"Announcement board! The rankings are...?!"

Time began to flow again, and hundreds of thousands of eyes turned to the opposite side of the arena.

Fifthly, the golden ship, 2:33.1.

Four lines, bright sun and clear sky, 2:33:1.

Three moves, all sounds clashing, 2:33:0.

Second move, Golden Performer, 2:33:0.

First move, Northern Black Horse, 2:33:0.

In an instant, the stands erupted like a volcano, boiling over.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators erupted in deafening cheers, wave after wave of sound, as if to overturn the entire sky.

Countless arms were raised high and waved wildly in the air, colorful flags fluttered freely in the wind, and the entire stands became a sea of ​​joy.

Standing there, Yasui Makoto's eyes were filled with bewilderment and disbelief.

His lips trembled slightly as he murmured, "Did we...we won...?"

His voice was drowned out by the surging sound waves, sounding so insignificant.

Just then, several screams of surprise and joy suddenly came from beside him. Before he could react, several figures pounced over like lightning and hugged him tightly.

The immense impact caused Yasui Makoto to stumble and nearly fall to the ground.

At the same time, a sharp pain came from my left arm.

(End of this chapter)