Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 416: There's still a chance to win.

To be honest, Yasui Makoto really thought he had misheard.

What a joke! Humans have their limits.

目前人类方面的极限速度是100米9秒多，也就是每秒10米多一点，而一般人也就是秒速7到8米这个水平。

If the distance is longer, the speed will only decrease, not increase.

Correspondingly, the average speed of Uma Musume is 16 meters per second, and among the top-level riders, the third wave, which represents the ultimate speed, can reach over 18 meters per second.

With such a gap in skill level... how can we even compare them?
As Yasui Makoto followed Kita Genko upstairs, he pondered this question with a strange expression.

However, he did not consider refusing the event.

On the one hand, although I only glanced at it briefly, the description of the event on the flyer did indicate that there were no restrictions on who could participate.

In other words, it can be either a racehorse girl or a human, but most people probably wouldn't think of racing against a racehorse girl.

Furthermore, since the event rules are not like those of a race walking competition like the Shining Series, it seems worth considering.

On the other hand, since he went straight to this event upon arriving in Shibuya, Genkoma Kita clearly wanted to take him along, and had probably been thinking about it for a long time.

Even if it's not between lovers, but just a date between a trainer and a racehorse girl, or between friends, there's no need to spoil their fun.

……

Perhaps because Meguro Ryan is an endorser, or perhaps because this chain gym has the support of the Meguro family and even more resources, the venue is very large.

At a glance, it appears that the entire floor, as well as the floor above and even the two floors above it, have been rented out.

The entire two or three floors are completely open, and from the entrance of the venue, you can hardly see the end of the innermost part.

Presumably because it was the main event of the day, the venue was set up in an open space closest to the entrance.

This open space had clearly been specially renovated for this event.

Closest to the entrance, and around the perimeter of the venue, are stands similar to those in a basketball arena.

There's even a commentary booth on the top floor of the stands, and around that floor are screens used to broadcast the event live.

The event space is about 100 to 200 square meters, and it is a standard square.

The setup of the venue is very simple, consisting of just a series of fitness machines.

The stands packed with spectators, the excited shouts from the commentators, and the heavy yet rapid footsteps on the court filled the seemingly simple venue with the passion of the Shining Series.

"The Victory Ticket contestant is charging towards the Challenger! The Challenger is trying to confuse the Victory Ticket contestant by circling around the barbell rack! 8 seconds left on the countdown!"
"But the ticket to victory didn't fool her! She gracefully ducked under the barbell rack and continued her charge toward the challenger!"
"The challenger tried to escape, but!"
"Gotcha!"

"The winner of the Victory Ticket has caught the challenger!"
"The defending team has scored another point. Congratulations to the defending team!"

This live commentary was crisp and energetic, with a touch of playfulness and cuteness.

As this explanation was being given, in a corner of the event area near the entrance, on either side of a heavy barbell rack, a short-haired female horse racer and a nervous-looking boy circled around a couple of times.

Then, the black-haired racehorse girl lowered her head and accelerated, squeezing through the gap between the barbell rack seat and the machine.

The boy, who looked nervous, was clearly unable to dodge in time. As he tried to escape with an even more tense and panicked expression, the black-haired racehorse girl grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Immediately following, amidst cheers of "Another point!", the black-haired racehorse girl leaped to her feet, letting out a joyful shout. She then smiled and extended her hand, firmly shaking the hand of the boy whose face, still showing tension, was gradually revealing anticipation and excitement.

At the same time, applause erupted from the commentary booth and the stands.

The surrounding screens switched from live coverage of the event to displaying the scores.

On the left side of the screen, the words "Defending Team" are displayed in large letters. Below the words are a row of racehorse girls' names, followed by the number "4".

On the other side, at the top is "Challenger Group", below which is another list of words, and the last number is a big "0".

Amidst rounds of applause, the lively and playful commentary voice rang out once more:
"Okay, so the 'Defending Team' is currently leading by a large margin of '4' points. Next up to replace the Victory Ticket player is the Miura Bourbon player."

"Challengers from the 'Challenger Group,' please get ready. This is your last chance. Can you stage a comeback and turn defeat into victory?"

Upon hearing this, the black-haired racehorse girl, or rather, the Victory Ticket, waved her arms around and walked to a seat on the left that looked like it was for resting.

There were many female racehorses sitting on the seats, but now they all stood up in anticipation of the victory ticket and gave each of them a high-five to the excited latter.

They were the "challengers" or "defenders" invited by the gym to participate in this event, including Miura Bourbon, Aimo Orihime, and Eishin Shining, among other racehorse girls.

After high-fiving the winning ticket, Miura Bourbon, with her long light chestnut hair and aloof demeanor, took off her tracksuit jacket, stretched her joints, and walked towards the center of the field.

On the other side, there was also a rest area, but there were far fewer people than on the other side. There were two boys, one girl, and a horse racer who looked quite young.

The boy who had just been caught, or rather, lost, walked over with a conflicted yet excited expression, and then high-fived the people in his rest area.

After a brief discussion, the girl who was clearly there to challenge the event took a deep breath, loosened her joints like Miura Bourbon, and walked to the center of the arena amidst the expectant gazes of the others.

As they approached, Miura Bourbon remained expressionless, while the horse girl opposite her was filled with admiration and excitement.

After the two shook hands, the commentators spoke again from the commentary booth:

"Very good, it seems that both sides have confirmed their competitors!"

"So, in today's second 'Marine Chase', will the challenger be able to stage a successful comeback? Let's wait and see!"

"Both players, please take your positions in your respective match preparation areas!"

As soon as the commentator finished speaking, cheers erupted from the stands. After the two players separated, they returned to the edge of the field in front of the rest area and crouched down slightly.

At this moment, the score display on the surrounding screens switched again, accompanied by loud beeping sounds, becoming a countdown of "5", "4", "3".

Still standing at the exit, having witnessed everything that had just happened through the screen, Yasui Makoto's eyes widened slightly, and he blurted out:
"This...isn't this WCT?"

Having previously stared at the screen with equal excitement, Beifang Xuanju looked over curiously and asked in confusion:
"W-what the hell is this, trainer...?"

"Ah, it's 'World Chase Tag', the world obstacle course race."

Still gazing at the screen, a barely suppressed fervor gradually welled up within Yasui's heart:

"Parkour is an extreme sport that has only gradually emerged in recent years. I originally thought that this timeline..."

"I mean, not many people in Japan besides me know about it, I didn't expect there to be a Uma Musume version..."

"If it's a race like this, even if the opponent is a racehorse girl, there's a chance... it might not be entirely without a chance of winning..."

(End of this chapter)