Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 282 Master, you can even run a simulation race at an angle?
Although it's a simulation race, Northern Black Horse has already fully entered the state of an official race by now.

Her vision was distorted by the sweat, and she could hear her own breathing roaring in her ear canals, like the raging waves trapped in a conch shell.

The curvature of the last two bends magnified rapidly on my retina, and the texture of the grass seemed to transform into countless blades slicing through the air.

This is not a track she is familiar with.

The corners at the Golden Home training ground are nearly half the width of those on the official racetrack, and each corner's apex feels like a deliberately compressed trap.

During her previous eight attempts at cornering, she tried to use her usual techniques, but her feet tended to lose balance the moment they touched the ground.

The angle at which the inside horseshoe brushed the ground was too small; we've never seen such a small angle before, whether in matches or training.

More importantly, she has become accustomed to the slopes that are inevitable on the official race track, and to using the slopes to alleviate the centrifugal force caused by the cornering angles.

But the field was completely flat and had no slope, so she could only rely on her physical strength and physique to directly fight against the centrifugal force.

In this situation, there was no time to consider the most suitable running techniques; she could only make a quick decision and rely entirely on inertia for the last two corners.

The moment she made that decision, inertia propelled her toward the outside of the curve.

A golden ponytail flashed by in my sight.

Her pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

The next second, a golden figure had already overtaken him.

Her heartstrings tightened for a moment, but she knew that this victory was within expectations.

In my previous perception when I was leading the pack, the position of the Gold Master was like a precise scalpel.

This senior maintained a distance of half a horse's length, lying in wait in his blind spot.

When she uses inertia to cut into the curve, her body will naturally lean outwards.

In that brief moment, the senior transformed into a golden lightning bolt, cutting into the paint.

As expected of a master, even disregarding his greater familiarity with the venue, the timing of his entry... was simply textbook-perfect...

After a moment of silent praise, the Northern Black Steed felt a sudden tightening in its heart.

With almost the exact same approach and overtaking maneuver, another female racehorse overtook her.

He is a senior figure in Zhongshan celebrations.

One foot was completely off the ground, most of her body was hanging over the edge of the track, and her hair almost brushed against her nose.

She could feel every tremor of her senior's muscles as he used centrifugal force to forcibly compress and transcend space, in exchange for a tighter path.

This time, the Northern Black Horse had no time to marvel; the sharp turn at the last bend appeared beneath its feet like a suddenly tightening noose.

Instinctively lowering her center of gravity, she heard a dull yet rapid footsteps explode behind her.

She was very familiar with those footsteps, not only because of repeated training, running, and practice matches.

She also heard those footsteps two months ago at the Arima Memorial race, on the last bend towards the finish line.

Senior Golden Ship.

Like a silver-white beast, this senior's body was like a road roller crushing everything, the airflow it generated almost overturning her completely.

Without realizing it, I glanced to the side and saw that my senior had already unleashed a speed that only comes after a long-distance acceleration. His eyes, staring straight ahead, were filled with a burning expectation and obsession for victory.

Master craftsman, senior festival ceremonies, and then... senior A-chuan...

No, I need to keep the pace steady!

There's still a final straight line left!
With his mind racing, the Northern Black Steed gritted his teeth and made a decision at the last moment before entering the final straight path:
She abandoned the sprinting technique she usually uses in official competitions because the straightaways on this track are too short.

Instead, adopt a diagonal acceleration similar to cornering acceleration—lean the body to the left, use the buffer zone on the outside to offset some of the centrifugal force, and concentrate all the power on the back foot.

This impromptu change in running style instantly boosted her speed, but she only managed to keep up with the pace of the Golden Ship senior. Further ahead, the Golden Master senior... seemed to have launched a full-scale attack.

The breathtaking final kick erupted completely, and the golden figure transformed into a stream of light.

Northern Black Horse could see the bulging veins on the side of her neck and hear the suppressed roar in her throat.

At the same time, Senior Zhongshan Celebration and Senior Golden Ship chased after them simultaneously.

Zhongshan Celebration attempted to penetrate the paint from the other side, while the Golden Ship formed a double team from behind.

Together with the Gold Master, the three of them breathed together in the air, creating a suffocating web.

But the Northern Black Horse did not give up.

She loosened her fists, which she had clenched tightly just moments before, allowing her body to stretch out naturally, as if she had thrown herself into the eye of a hurricane.

The grass rushed past my eyes, and the pain of the wind blades cutting my skin turned into a strange kind of pleasure.

She could almost feel the strong wind sweeping from the stern of the golden ship, and her vision was filled with grass clippings and dirt being kicked up from the front.

however……

“Cross the finish line!
"Zhongshan Celebration First!"

"The second master of gold!"
"The third golden ship!"

Takatoshi Imanami's voice drifted on the wind.

Slightly startled, the Northern Black Steed did not stop, but gritted its teeth and charged forward with its breath held.

A moment later.

"Fourth on the Northern Black Steed!"

His tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he habitually slowed down to jog. Sweat mixed with grass clippings dripped down his chin, and Northern Black Horse wiped his cheeks with some regret.

"The fifth is the Dream Journey, the sixth is the Golden Journey, and finally..."

The aged but powerful voice of Takatoshi Imanami continued, his tone gradually becoming more encouraging:

"Little Dingxiang, keep up the good work!"

A response in Kansai dialect, punctuated by panting breaths, came from behind Kita Genkoma:

"Haa...haa...hey! We...we'll do our best!" Without turning around, Beibu Xuanju knew that it was Wang Ziding's voice, filled with stubbornness and unwillingness.

In an instant, teasing and arguing came from ahead.

"No way, Master, you didn't beat the celebration? You even managed to veer off course in this kind of race?"

Even after strenuous activity, Gold Ship's unique, somewhat cynical tone remained highly recognizable, his words filled with mockery of the gold master.

"...Stop nagging! There are so many sharp turns on this track. Was I driving at an angle? I was cutting inside the corner, okay?!"

The Gold Master's voice was slightly breathless, yet he retorted with undiminished force, clearly extremely dissatisfied with the questioning of the Gold Ship.

As Beibu Genko listened to their argument, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

Despite losing the simulation match, the feeling of competing with familiar seniors on this training ground, which was different from usual, still made her blood boil.

She unconsciously glanced at the trainer, Yasui Makoto, in the distance. Yasui Makoto was talking to Imanami Takatoshi. Noticing her gaze, Yasui Makoto nodded and smiled. After exchanging a few more words with Imanami Takatoshi, he walked over with a smile.

"Although we lost, but..."

Yasui Makoto walked over, handing over a towel as he said gently, "Your final response was very good. If the line had been a little longer, you might have won."

(End of this chapter)