Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 254 Care
Yasui Makoto had no idea what Kita Genko meant by "taking care of".

As the last turf G1 race of the year, Arima Kinen was not only lively before and during the race, but also at the post-race awards ceremony and winners' stage.

It was just an accidental injury. After greeting the Emperor of the East Sea and asking them to help with some procedural matters, Yasui Makoto, accompanied by the Emperor of the East Sea and following the doctor's instructions, went to another hospital for a second examination.

It's not that I don't trust the doctors at the Zhongshan stadium, but the treatment and rehabilitation for this kind of injury takes a long time, and it's convenient to have follow-up examinations after visiting the hospital.

After the examination, his arm was put in a cast. He went home, had a simple dinner, watched the broadcast of the winner's stage, and then lay down on the bed.

With an arm injury, there are many things I can't do. The doctor also said I need to rest well and avoid being too busy until I fully recover.

However, I couldn't fall asleep immediately.

Lying in bed, scenes from the Arima Memorial event played on repeat in my mind.

In particular, the final cross of the finish line by the Northern Black Horse, and the thunderous cheers from the spectators in the stands, demonstrated the outstanding result on the board.

Looking back now, Yasui Makoto feels that it all seems like an exceptionally beautiful but unreal dream.

The sense of unreality was even stronger when it came to the fact that the trainer himself was inexplicably injured and not involved in the aftermath.

The sense of unreality only gradually faded when congratulatory calls and text messages came from Northern Black Horse, familiar racehorse girls, and even her parents.

The call came first from Northern Genko; his voice, as always, was full of energy, yet tinged with obvious worry.

"Trainer! How's your arm? During the winner's stage, I kept wishing you were there... You really need to rest well, I'll be there to take care of you soon!"

Immediately after, the somewhat boisterous voice of the East Sea Emperor rang out: "Anjing! Remember to rest well. I'm back at the arena now, so don't worry too much. Get well soon, and we'll celebrate properly later!"

When Da Zhenhan called, she sounded even more composed: "Mr. Yasui, Xiao Bei's performance was fantastic. You've worked hard. Get some rest and recover soon. I look forward to seeing even more amazing performances from you both in the future."

There were also phone calls and text messages from other racehorse girls who knew he was injured.

Every phone call, every word of congratulations, was like a reassurance, making him feel the weight of this victory and the care of everyone even more deeply.

The parents were unaware of the injury, as were Yamato and Akaki. They expressed pride and blessings in their phone calls and text messages.

Responding to each phone call and text message, the sense of unreality in his heart was gradually filled with warmth and joy, and Yasui Makoto unconsciously started thinking about the future again.

This year's competition schedule has come to an end, and plans for next year are springing up like mushrooms after rain, reflecting the changing thoughts in my mind.

He envisioned developing a brand-new training plan for the Northern Black Horse, uncovering more of her hidden talents, challenging her in more races, and etching her name onto the glorious monument of racing history.

These thoughts intertwined and collided, stirring his heart and making him feel restless, without the slightest bit sleepy.

He couldn't help but imagine future training scenarios in his mind, envisioning the Northern Black Steed speeding across the training ground and overcoming obstacles on the racetrack.

His heart pounded violently at the thought of these things, and he was overwhelmed with emotion.

He kept an eye on his left arm and tossed and turned in bed, the mattress creaking slightly as he moved around.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he felt tired, even as he was excited.

After a while, under the combined effects of excitement and exhaustion, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

In the early morning, Yasui woke up groggily under the influence of her biological clock. Just as she noticed the sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains not far away, she heard a soft yet urgent call coming from beside her.

"Trainer! You're awake? Get up, it's time for breakfast!" "Oh...okay..."

He answered instinctively, but Yasui was suddenly startled and turned his head abruptly.

Beside the bed, the Northern Black Horse, who had appeared at some unknown time, looked over with a smile, his eyes sparkling, and he was holding a set of neatly folded clothes in his hand.

When he saw him looking over, Beibu Xuanju's eyes lit up. He took the clothes and took two steps toward him, shaking out the shirt as if to help him put on his clothes.

Yasui Makoto snapped awake. He frantically reached up to check his clothes, and only after realizing he was properly dressed in his pajamas did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief. He asked in slight surprise and nervousness:

"Wait, wait a minute! Xiao Bei, what's going on here...?"

As the northern black steed drew ever closer, he grew even more panicked:
"Wait! I can put this on myself, just put the clothes down..."

"How can that be done!"

Contrary to his usual behavior, the obedient and sensible Northern Black Horse immediately interrupted, his face serious and brooking no refusal:
"Trainer, you're injured now. What if you touch the wound?"

Then, with a hint of smugness, she said gently:
"I specifically consulted Guangzuan-chan, and she said that if you want to take care of someone, you have to dress them, cook for them, serve them tea and water, and so on. You have to be meticulous in everything you do."

"I think what she said makes a lot of sense, so I came over first thing this morning!"

"Luckily, we have the key to the trainer's side, and the trainer doesn't have many clothes... Anyway, trainer, don't move around, I'll help you get dressed!"

...No, what is Satomi Hikaru thinking? I only have a minor fracture, it's not like I'm completely paralyzed or unable to take care of myself, it can't be that serious...

While silently complaining, Yasui Makoto instinctively wanted to refuse.

However, looking at Beibu Xuanju's serious expression with a stubbornness he had never seen before, he had a vague feeling that if he refused, it might... make her very sad.
"...How about this, you put the clothes here first, I'll put on the pants, and then you can help me put on the shirt?"

Quickly devising a compromise, Yasui Makoto, not caring much about the consequences, stammered hastily:

"Well... wearing pants... it's really a bit inconvenient for you like this..., isn't it...?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Northern Black Horse was clearly taken aback.

Her ears twitched, and a blush rose to her cheeks. She bit her lip, hesitated, and nodded with a hint of reluctance.

"Um... well... then I'll just turn my back to you, trainer, be careful..."

Hesitantly, she placed the trousers on the bedside table, picked up her shirt, turned around, and said with concern:

"Actually, wearing pants... doesn't seem like it's not a bad idea..."

"Anyway, that's what Guangzuan-chan said..."

...I suspect that Satomi Hikari has some fundamental flaws in his common sense, very significant flaws...

To be honest, this was the first time Yasui had encountered such a situation and he didn't know how to handle it.

But seeing the unusual stubbornness of the Northern Black Horse, he could only think quickly and pull up his pants with one hand.

Then, under the cheerful care of the northern black horse, the simple daily task of getting dressed was completed.

(End of this chapter)