Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 319 Your outfit... is indeed very good-looking.
After staring blankly at the Northern Black Horse for a while, Yasui Makoto subconsciously nodded and said:
"...It's very beautiful..."

Then, feeling inexplicably nervous and a little guilty, I glanced around the corridor.

The nearest figure was a dozen meters away; it was a waiter standing outside an open room, bowing and saying something, seemingly handling a guest's request.

Realizing no one was paying attention, Yasui breathed a sigh of relief, then naturally turned to the side and casually said:
"Why are you still awake so late? ...Where did you get this outfit?"

As he naturally entered the room, Beifang Xuanju paused for a moment:
"Huh? Didn't I just say it was found in the wardrobe here?"

"Wardrobe?"

He casually closed the door, asked a question, and then looked curiously at the wardrobe in his room before walking over.

He started working as soon as he entered the room, without even changing his clothes, and had no idea what was in the closet.

When you open it now, you'll find that it's not empty inside, but rather filled with sets of white robes.

Those robes were designed for men, and the color scheme was the same as that of the Northern Black Steed, mainly gold and white, but without as many decorations.

"This is...?" Looking at the clothes, Yasui Makoto muttered to himself in confusion.

A voice of realization came from the side.

"So this is ah."

Yasui Makoto subconsciously looked over and saw Kita Genkoru stroking his chin, looking like he understood, and saying:

"It seems that this one and the one I'm wearing are both pajamas. No wonder I have more clothes in my room than you do, trainer."

"Pajamas? Where can you find pajamas this gorgeous? This is practically an evening gown..."

With a laugh, Yasui Makoto casually took out a long robe and tried it on.

However, a subconscious glance at the exotic attire of the Northern Black Horse brought back the tension and unease she felt at the door earlier.

At the same time, he suddenly realized that he had let the girl into his room quite naturally.

...Wait, what's going on with me? This...this isn't appropriate, is it?

He suddenly felt a little embarrassed, along with some other emotions, but he quickly realized that he was probably used to it.

After injuring his left arm, Beibu Genko offered to take care of him without explanation, and then stayed in his rented room for a month or two.

At first, it was definitely a bit uncomfortable, and it felt that no matter what, the two of them didn't look that old, so it wasn't appropriate for them to live together.

However, Genkobuchi was very insistent at the time, and since he only paid attention to this, and the two of them lived in different rooms, one in the living room and the other in the bedroom, he didn't continue to care.

Then I realized it must have been when my mom made that "cohabitation" joke.

However, when she heard that joke, Almond happened to be living in a rented apartment for quite some time, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

Thinking about it now, he realized that he had unknowingly become quite accustomed to interacting with Beibu Genko in this way, which is why he let the girl into the house.

Just like when the other person took care of me before.

If that's the case, then... it seems like there really isn't a problem?
Yasui Makoto scratched his head subconsciously and hesitated for a moment before seeing Kita Genkomo excitedly rummaging through the wardrobe.

"It looks... like a formal evening gown, but there are also pajamas."

As she spoke, Kita Genko took out two sets of clothes, one obviously much more luxurious, and the other very simple. She smiled at Yasui Makoto:
"It seems that the hotel has prepared everything for the convenience of living in the room and attending parties."

"It feels so thoughtful, and..."

Holding the clothes, she held them up against Yasui Makoto and exclaimed in surprise:

"And it fits perfectly, trainer, just like it was custom-made."

"Made to order?" After thinking for a moment about what Kita Genko had said, Yasui Makoto smiled and said, "It wouldn't be surprising if it were made to order."

"Huh? Why?" Northern Black Horse asked, bewildered.

"Because, after all, this is Dubai."

Yasui Makoto shrugged and said, "When we applied to come here, we submitted quite comprehensive information, including photos and such."

"Your information also includes data such as your height."

"I think it must have been the association or the hotel in Dubai that got the information and specially ordered it for us, otherwise it wouldn't fit so well."

"and……"

As he spoke, he put the clothes back down.

"Maybe we can take these clothes with us when we check out and leave."

"Huh? Really?"

Northern Black Steed's eyes lit up, then turned to surprise and confusion:
"But... probably not. These clothes look very expensive. If they were custom-made in Japan... they would probably cost tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands?"

"If it's ordered in Japan..." After thinking for a moment, Yasui Makoto glanced at the gold necklace around Kita Genko's neck.

The necklace has a beautiful and unique design, with every bend and pendant perfectly placed.

The room's lighting was softer than in the hallway, and under the light, the necklace reflected a dazzling halo, making the girl's skin appear even whiter and her neck longer and more graceful.

"...it may be much more expensive than we imagined."

Turning his gaze away, Yasui Makoto coughed lightly:
"Given my preconceived notions about Dubai's wealthy, these gold ornaments... even if they're not pure gold, they're probably gold-plated."

"Huh?! Made of gold?!"

The Northern Black Steed was stunned, and immediately reached for its neck, as if to remove it:

"Then...then I won't wear it carelessly. What if I break it and have to pay a lot of money..."

Seeing her flustered appearance, Yasui Makoto couldn't help but chuckle:

"Don't worry, as I just said, most of those Dubai tycoons are giving these clothes to us. You can wear them without worry, and besides..."

After hesitating for a moment, he slightly averted his gaze:

"You look really good in that outfit."

Before his panicked expression had faded, Beibu Xuanju paused, then broke into a silly grin:

"Hehehe, right? Actually, I think it looks pretty good too."

"I woke up suddenly and couldn't fall back asleep. I saw that Xiaoxingmu was still sleeping and I didn't know what she was doing, so I looked around."

"When I wanted to open the closet to put my change of clothes in and take a shower, I found these clothes."

"I thought it looked pretty good back then, and now that the trainer says it, well... it really is very good-looking."

After scratching her head and talking for a while, she suddenly looked excited, took a few steps back, stretched her arms, and spun around twice.

This must be a set of movements from the winner's stage practice, and the white and gold tulle dress happens to resemble a dance dress.

The dance dress accentuated her curves, and the soft gauze skirt swayed gently with her movements, like flowing clouds, giving her an exotic and mysterious charm.

At this moment, she is like a fine work of art, every detail so beautiful that it is impossible to look away.

(End of this chapter)