Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 444 Fighting side-by-side with Uma Musume

As night fell, the onlookers had long since dispersed, but Yasui Makoto remained in his "training ground."

The rain had stopped, but the grass was still muddy.

Ignoring the dirt and discomfort, he sat in the muddy water, leaning against a metal pipe.

He let the lights of the playground stretch his shadow long as he looked at the field he had built with his own hands, panting heavily.

He couldn't help but think that it had been too long since he had practiced, his chest heaving violently.

After all, he used to be able to do this level of practice all day long.

However, as he felt the soreness in his muscles, he was filled with satisfaction. His mind unconsciously recalled the scenes of falling and getting bruised during various special training sessions, and a stubborn smile that he himself did not realize was on his lips.

After sitting for a while, feeling his strength returning, he reached down and used the metal pipe for support to stand up.

Using the lights beside the playground, he opened the notebook he had just picked up and carefully checked the data he had compiled that day.

Returning to the familiar training ground, I was certainly filled with impulse and passion, quite a lot of it.

But he didn't forget what he was supposed to do.

Practice began as soon as the venue was assembled. Although they didn't eat with Beibu Genko and the others during that time, they still had breaks.

During his breaks, he recorded everything he personally experienced.

And all of this was meticulously recorded on the rain-soaked pages:
The coefficient of friction of the metal tube, the hang time during jumps at different heights, the effect of the triangular prism on steering...

These, taken individually, all seem to be his personal experiences.

But perhaps only he knows that this is the closest human experience to that of a racehorse girl.

At speeds far exceeding those of humans, even on good tracks, the friction between a racehorse's horseshoes, sturdy shoes, and the grass is far less than most people imagine.

If it's impossible to achieve the same high speed, the coefficient of friction of a metal tube can perhaps serve as an analogy.

Similarly, due to their similar limb structure to humans, racehorses can stay airborne for much longer when traveling at speeds of 16 to 18 meters per second.

Therefore, by using the venue to experience a similar feeling of being suspended in the air, we can better optimize training programs and competition tactics.

As for steering, the Shining Series involves steering not only when cornering.

As the competition intensifies, even on straightaways, sharp turns with very small angles can occur due to various positioning and competition for position.

In short, the more Yasui reviewed the records and compared them with his past guidance experience, the more certain he became that his approach was absolutely correct and unique.

Only someone who can challenge the limits of human capability can run on the "same" track as Saima Musume, Hokujo Genko, and Apricot, and truly fight alongside them.

With this invigorating confidence, Yasui Makoto returned to the dormitory provided by the academy, took a quick hot shower, and then began to organize further.

Handwritten notes alone are not enough; the data also needs to be further modeled, rendered, and generated in professional programs.

After combining various calculation results and making more than 30 minor adjustments to the original training plan, Yasui Makoto finally lay down on the bed and fell asleep with satisfaction.

The next day, when he woke up, he found himself to be very tired, but Yasui Makoto was not upset or even concerned.

This was expected, and the following days were mainly for training the Northern Black Steed, so he could take the opportunity to rest.

Later on, this kind of training will only be part of the whole plan, and he won't need to be as exhausted as he is today.

Of course, in order to become stronger and better, and to better help his racehorse girls, he still needs to continue his self-training, as long as he keeps the intensity in check. So there wasn't much morning training that day. After seeing Kita Genko, Almond, and Wan Shiding arrive at the training ground on time, Yasui Makoto instructed them to finish their warm-up and then took them straight to the "brand new" training ground.

Seeing the three female racehorses looking at the track with surprise, Yasui Makoto did not patiently explain as he had done before.

Instead, there was a hint of boasting in his voice; he smiled and teased, "..."
"In short, this is one of the training venues we will be using next. You can familiarize yourselves with it and get a feel for it."

When he said that, he thought that Beifang Xuanju and the others would ask questions out of curiosity.

Unexpectedly, after staring blankly at the "postmodern abstract art style scaffolding" for a while, Beibu Xuanju looked over, scratched his head, and rarely showed a look of being both amused and exasperated:
"Um... so, the one that went viral on JunTui and JunShu yesterday... was you, Ah Zhen..."

After a moment of bewilderment, she changed her tune and said:

"Oh no, this kind of situation should be called a trainer... Anyway, take a look..."

She touched her tracksuit and suddenly froze:
"Huh? Where's my phone...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Xingmu, who had been staring blankly at the "scaffolding," snapped out of her daze and quickly raised her hand, saying:
"Here, here! Senior's phone is safe with me!"

As she spoke, she patted a small bag slung over her shoulder, took out energy drinks, several dry towels, bananas and other fruits, then took out two cell phones, handing one to Beifang Xuanju:

"The senior's cell phone."

"Mmm, thank you, Almond Eyes!"

Smiling, he took the phone, quickly swiping his fingers across the screen a few times. Northern Black Horse, with a mixture of amusement and concern, turned the screen towards him.
"Actually, I thought it was you, the trainer, from the beginning, after all, being able to do this, this..."

"In short, you're the only one I know who can do that."

At first, Yasui Makoto didn't understand what Kita Genko meant by "it's very popular," but after thinking about it for a moment, he guessed that it was probably because the female horse racers who watched the race yesterday took pictures and posted them on the platform.

He glanced at the screen in front of him, at the all-too-familiar "postmodern style scaffolding" and the familiar figure darting out afterimages on it, and immediately confirmed his guess.

Then, he glanced at the message subconsciously and said in surprise:

"No way, it's only been less than a day, and it's already almost 15 reposts... How can this go viral?"

"That is to say..."

Seeing that Yasui really understood what was going on, Kita Genko handed the phone to Azume and then asked with concern:

"But the most important thing is, trainer, you weren't with us yesterday, you must have been busy for a long time, right?"
"It was raining yesterday, are you... alright?"

Yasui Makoto knew that Kita Genko was concerned about him, and he also knew that he was not a competitive person.

To be more precise, I don't have any competitive tendencies outside of extreme sports.

Upon hearing the question, he didn't offer the explanation or comfort he usually did. Instead, he smiled confidently and asked in return:
"Is there a problem...? Or should we give it a try?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the "scaffolding": "As for the rules, Xiao Bei, you should know them very well."

"I originally just wanted you guys to experience it first, but it's fine to try the chase training directly."

"You're good at leading, so you try to escape, and I'll chase you."

"is that OK?"

(End of this chapter)