Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 336 A High-Reward Grassland Practice Match
Sensing the imposing presence of his two friends, Beibu Genko felt a surge of energy.

Just as she was about to speak, she caught a glimpse of a figure approaching from afar, her eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up, waving and saying:

"Hey—Trainer, and Senior Air Gauge, over here, over here!"

The person walking over was Makoto Yasui and the air tank.

Hearing Kita Genko's loud voice, Yasui Makoto smiled helplessly and made a shushing gesture. Seeing Kita Genko pause for a moment and then quickly cover his mouth, Yasui smiled helplessly again, walked over, and said:

"Since you're all here, I have something to say..."

He turned to the air tank halfway through his sentence, and seeing the air tank nod, he turned back and nodded as well:

"You all probably know about the practice match on the grass."

"I just received news from California Shining. Considering the participants' upcoming Dubai World Cup and jet lag, the practice match is scheduled for three days from now."

Northern Black Horse and the others were taken aback at the same time, then looked at each other and revealed confident smiles.

"Three days later... Okay!"

Clenching his fist, Beibu Xuanju said confidently, "We were just talking about this, and we're all ready!"

"Don't worry, trainer, and with Ki Gauge-senpai, we'll do our best to win the championship!"

Although neither Shin'gang nor Roaring Thunder spoke, they both looked at Yasui Makoto and Kissing Slot with full confidence and nodded vigorously.

Almond-eyed looked at the three seniors with envy and longing, pursed her lips, and clenched her fist, saying, "Then, I will cheer for you seniors, and also prepare towels, drinks and fruits for you seniors."

"Okay! Thank you so much, little almond-eyed!"

With a fond smile, Kita Genko patted Almond-eyed's head, then asked Yasui Makoto curiously, "So... Trainer, are the three of us going to train together from now on?"

Yasui Makoto nodded and said, "Joint training is definitely more effective."

"However, you need to understand one thing..."

He scrolled through his phone, found a summary of a file, then pointed the screen at Beifang Xuanju and the other two, his tone growing increasingly serious:
"In this grass practice match, both California Shining and Frostfall's main battlegrounds are on mud, as you should all know."

"However, you three are not the only contestants who are good at muddy terrain."

"Similar to Xiao Bei, California Shining has a wide social circle and knows many racehorse girls from Europe, America, and Dubai."

"She asked her friends who were already in Dubai, and several of them were very interested in the practice match and joined in."

"Those from the United States still have a chance to leapfrog, those from Dubai include special fighters and Dreamrab, and there are also racehorse girls from Europe. We'll decide later."

"The main battlefields for these guys are all grasslands."

Seeing that the expressions of the Northern Genko and the others were gradually becoming serious, Yasui Makoto placed his phone on the table, braced his hands on the edge of the table, leaned forward, and emphasized his words again:

“I know none of you are the arrogant type, but I still have to remind you.”

"Given the current state of the practice matches, disregarding the nominal scale, the level of the competition is already very close to that of a major reward."

"Even if it's not G1, it's about G3 level."

"You must prepare carefully these three days and not be careless."

……

Three days later, in the morning, at the Dubai grass training ground.

Bright sunlight filtered through thin clouds onto the training field, and a gentle breeze carried the slightly salty scent of the bay. The more than ten hectares of lawn swayed gently in the sea breeze, the emerald green grass dancing in the breeze. The entire lawn was artificially cultivated using high-quality grass seeds imported from the Netherlands.

Each blade of grass is precisely trimmed, with an average length of 2 to 3 centimeters. This is theoretically the golden length for turf racing, providing sufficient cushioning without hindering the grip of the shoes and running shoes.

As usual, a huge, wide screen stands at the edge of the runway, and in terms of size and clarity, it is undoubtedly much more advanced than the technology used in Japan.

The screen faces the stands, which can accommodate more than 100,000 spectators.

The stands weren't full; there were probably tens of thousands of people, but their noise was just as loud as if the stands were packed.

When the images of the female racehorses appeared on the screen, cheers, shouts, and whistles erupted from the stands in English, Arabic, Japanese, and various other languages.

And throughout the venue, a deep baritone voice echoed:

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 'Gulf Glory' grass invitational tournament!"

"The lineup for this match is absolutely amazing. Let's take a look at the warm-up area:"

"The horseshoes from Northern Japan, including Genko, Shirako, and Mesmerizing, are undergoing a horseshoe inspection. Their trainers and technicians are calibrating every curve of the horseshoes."

"The United States also has three participants: Opportunity Leap! Frostfall! and... California Shine!"

The commentator's voice rose slightly, then was interrupted by the resounding chants of "Shine! Shine! California Shine!" echoing throughout the arena.

Once the cheers subsided a bit, the commentators followed up and continued introducing the players who were about to enter the arena.

On the field, after checking on Kita Genko's condition, Yasui wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered a few words of advice to Kita Genko.

Then he looked at the air tank next to him and saw that the air tank and a group of technicians were nodding. He quickly called out and led the way to jog towards the audience seats.

Before he could run two steps, Qi Cao caught up in the blink of an eye, and said with amusement, "Yasui, why are you running away like this... Do you usually train Kobei like this, putting your own hands into it?"

"Senior Qi Tank, please stop joking..."

With a wry smile, Yasui Makoto glanced at the audience. Most eyes were on the screen, while a considerable number were watching him with curiosity or fervor. He wiped the sweat from his brow and shook his head, saying:
"I've never had this experience before. I never expected to prepare for a competition in front of so many people. It feels... kind of awkward."

Qi Cang glanced at the situation in the stands and chuckled, "It is indeed quite different from Japan. However, haven't you encountered this situation at press conferences as well? Why are you still nervous?"

"Yasui, it seems you need to learn this from Kobei."

"I think that kid doesn't understand what introversion and stage fright are at all," she joked.

Subconsciously, Yasui Makoto turned around and immediately saw Kita Genko.

As he was doing stretching exercises, Kita Genko's eyes happened to look over.

The black-haired girl's eyes lit up. After finishing one action, she paused, waved repeatedly in this direction, and then clenched her fists, looking as if she was making a promise or cheering herself up.

He smiled unconsciously, feeling much more at ease. Yasui Makoto turned his head, pondered for a moment, and said with a hint of worry:

"Xiao Bei... is indeed rarely affected by her environment, and this personality is very beneficial to her performance in the competition."

"But this match... I don't know what Dubai was thinking, making such a big fuss about it."

"If you didn't know better, you'd think they were doing something like G3, G2, or even G1 here."

"The environment is so different from Japan's, and so are our competitors. We have muddy fields, grassy fields, and we come from all over the world, including the United States, Europe, Dubai, and Japan."

"I'm wondering how she'll behave in this complicated situation."

(End of this chapter)