Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 343 The races between horse girls are, in essence, battles.
Upon hearing what the air tank said, Yasui Makoto took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He knew the air tank was right; as a trainer, one must remain calm at all times to accurately assess the situation.

Moreover, the more important and complex the competition, the more calmly we must observe and learn.

The current match is nominally an invitational tournament, or rather a practice match.

In fact, judging from the strength of the competitors and the intensity they are currently displaying, it is certain that this is a highly rewarding and extremely prestigious competition.

More importantly, the opponents come from all over the world, and their strengths vary considerably depending on the venue and distance.

The interplay and collision of various factors have led to the intense situation we are in now.

It is fair to say that if the races had been conducted in Japan in a conventional manner, or if the races had simply been organized to feature horse girls with similar adaptability, we would never have seen this scene.

Such scenes are often only witnessed and learned by those with sufficient experience who have guided racehorse girls for a long enough period of time.

In other words, he is now ahead of schedule and can gain a lot of experience that only seasoned trainers can obtain.

This was originally his purpose in bringing Northern Black Horse and Almond Eye to Dubai, but he never expected it to be achieved in such a haphazard way.

Now that the air tank has alerted me, if I continue to be surprised and nervous, I'll miss the opportunity to grow and improve.

With that thought in mind, he smiled gratefully at the air tank, took another deep breath, raised the binoculars again, and focused his gaze on the racetrack, attentively observing the performance of each racehorse girl.

At this moment, on the track, the racehorses' procession had already entered the third bend.

Just as the air tank said, the already intense race became even more intense the moment they entered the bend.

Even from hundreds of meters away, one could feel the tense atmosphere, like an invisible net enveloping the entire arena.

Leading the pack is still the Northern Black Horse.

At this moment, the black-haired girl was like a fearless war god, charging at the forefront from beginning to end. It must have taken a lot of effort, but she did not look tired at all, and her whole body exuded a chilling aura.

Through the telescope's field of vision, those crimson eyes were extremely clear, their gaze firm and intense, fixed on the front, as if declaring to the world that this championship was rightfully hers.

Following closely behind the Northern Black Horse, California Shining followed closely behind.

Her beautiful long golden hair shone brightly in the sunlight, contrasting with the black silhouette of the Northern Black Steed, creating a unique and dazzling scene on the bend.

Her steps were light and rhythmic, each step perfectly placed, precisely tracing the path left by the northern black horse.

She was still lagging behind the northern black horse, just as she had been from the start of the race to the middle section.

But her eyes showed no fear or hesitation; instead, they were full of passion, fighting spirit, and sharpness.

That sharp edge remained fixed on the Northern Black Steed, as if searching, waiting, waiting for the perfect opportunity to surpass it.

The team surged into the depths of the bend, the third bend ended, and the final bend arrived.

The situation instantly became even more complicated.

The fierce battle between the indomitable Shin'gang and the two racehorses, who have been locked in combat since the beginning, continues. Neither is willing to give an inch, and every move is full of tension.

But at this moment, they both leaned outwards in perfect unison.

As if they had practiced countless times, with near 100% synchronization, they used the centrifugal force on the curve to cut onto the outside lane.

As they changed lanes, their confrontation continued, their figures constantly intertwining to create dazzling afterimages.

Their changes undoubtedly and naturally affected the teams behind them.

Originally following behind Unyielding Steel and Decide Later, Thunderous Roar and Frostfall simultaneously leaned forward, lowering their center of gravity. Thunderous Roar seemed to have secretly learned from Frostfall; although his legs didn't look like they were equipped with springs, his speed was in no way inferior to the latter's.

She aimed at the gap exposed by her opponent's outward cut, her upper body almost parallel to the ground.

She kicked up waves of grass on the ground, like a thin blade cutting straight into the crack.

Frostfall also targets gaps, but not the gaps exposed by the front cut, but the gaps that appear and disappear between unyielding steel and the gaps that will be decided later.

Without a doubt, she wanted to cut through that narrow gap.

Or rather, it used its spring-like impact force to forcefully carve out a path.

All the racehorses gave it their all, fighting with all their might, and the entire racetrack truly seemed to have transformed into a giant green battlefield.

The shouts and cheers from the audience rose and fell, the sound almost enough to lift the stadium off its feet.

Yasui gripped the binoculars tightly, his palms already soaked with sweat.

As the race drew closer to the final straight, and with the ever-changing situation on the track, his heart pounded faster and faster, and his eyes widened, afraid of missing a single moment.

At the same time, he began to murmur uncontrollably:
"It's here...the key to victory...it's here!"

He couldn't help but shout out the last word with all his might.

Beside him, someone else, equally engrossed in watching the match, suddenly felt a jolt in his chest, his ears twitching several times. With a mix of helplessness and amusement, he glanced at Yasui Makoto.

She probably understands what Yasui Makoto is thinking.

This young trainer is indeed excellent, but he has never seen a scene like this before, at least not in person. It's understandable that he would be excited and nervous.

QiCao had noticed and guessed this before the competition.

She had seen this scene countless times.

This is the scene of her Year of the Horse, and the Year of the Horse she guided for her juniors.

The races following the classic year, especially the competition with overseas rivals, are as intense as battles, and can even be described as brutal.

No, it should be said that races between horse girls are, in essence, battles.

Knowing Yasui's situation and wanting to offer guidance to this talented and diligent junior, Qi couldn't help but speak up again to remind him:
"Yasui, calm down. What you lack right now is experience. This match is a rare opportunity, you must..."

But before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the commentary.

Ladies and gentlemen! The moment to witness a miracle has arrived!

The commentator suddenly roared at the top of his lungs, his trembling voice, trembling with excitement, instantly drowning out the clamor of the entire stadium:
"All the female racehorses have burst out of the final corner and are charging toward the final straight. The race is being rewritten at a speed visible to the naked eye!"

"The Northern Black Steed is still in the lead, and after her... oh my god!"

The live audio froze, then roared furiously:

"California Shining seemed to be hungry and exhausted; she...slowed down!"
"The Northern Black Steed... seized the opportunity!"

"She seized the opportunity. The black-clad warrior was pulling ahead by more than 2000 meters, yet she was still able to widen the gap!"

"Now... it's her turn to walk alone!!"

(End of this chapter)