Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 482: Is there a conflict between him and the trainer?
Walking alongside Almond-eyed, Northern Black Horse had only gone a few steps when he suddenly heard urgent shouts from behind:

"Senior from the North! Senior, could you please wait a moment?"

She subconsciously turned around and saw Miqi Rocket running towards her with a big smile. She couldn't help but signal Xingmu to go to the gate to prepare first, and then went to meet him.

"Hello, senior from the North! I think I've already introduced myself, right? My name is Miki Rocket!"

When he spoke, Miqi Rocket's eyes showed a hint of nervousness mixed with anticipation. After standing in front of Northern Black Steed, he said, slightly out of breath:
It's an honor to meet you, and an honor to compete alongside you!

"Yes, I remember!"

After nodding repeatedly, the Northern Black Steed hesitated for a moment, then looked the Miqi Rocket up and down, a hint of worry in its eyes:
"Is something the matter, Miqi? Is... is something wrong? Like, did something go wrong during warm-up?"

"There was a problem with the warm-up? Oh, no, that's not it. I'm in great shape, and I won't let you down later!"

Miqi Rocket was taken aback for a moment, then quickly shook his head in denial, a warm feeling welling up in his heart:
"But as expected of a senior from the North, he is indeed as enthusiastic as the legends say."

Then, a hint of hesitation crept into her smile. After a moment's pause, she finally mustered the courage to say:
"Actually... I have some things I'd like to ask the seniors in the north for advice on, specifically about how to get along with trainers."

"But the competition is about to start, and there probably won't be enough time."

"So I was thinking... after the competition, or during the rest period of the training camp afterwards, could I ask my senior to meet up?"

As she spoke, she looked cautiously at the Northern Black Horse, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Upon hearing this, the Northern Black Steed's heart stirred.

From the complex emotional changes in the other person when mentioning the trainer, she assumed that Miki Rocket had some kind of conflict with his trainer.

She couldn't help but feel more worried, but she didn't press for details. Instead, she smiled gently, offering reassurance, and nodded firmly.

"Of course, Miqi."

"Let's have a proper talk after the match."

Don't worry too much, everything will be alright.

Feeling the warmth of the Northern Black Horse's voice like the spring sunshine, making him feel incredibly at ease, Mi Qi Rocket felt even warmer inside, and a bright smile bloomed on his face.

She nodded vigorously and said, "Thank you so much, Senior Northern! I knew you would agree."

After speaking, she hurriedly returned to her seat, her heart filled with anticipation for the match and also looking forward to the exchange after the match.

Watching Miqi Rocket's departing figure, Beibu Xuanju secretly resolved to have a good talk with him after the game.

Perhaps she was overthinking it, but after spending more than a year with Yasui and learning about the various team situations, she gradually realized that the relationship between racehorse girls and trainers is very important.

If both sides can work together, things will go more smoothly in daily life, training, and competitions; otherwise, many unpleasant things will happen.

She herself is very lucky. She can always get along well with Yasui Makoto and feels happy every day. Sometimes she even looks forward to seeing him the next day before going to bed.

Because of this feeling, if Miki Rocket really encounters any problems getting along with her trainer, she is willing to do everything she can to provide all the help and support to this junior.

While Northern Black Horse and Miki Rocket were chatting casually, the other female racehorses had already taken their positions at the gate.

A moment later, as the two of them stepped through the gate, the training ground, which had been bustling with activity, gradually quieted down again as more and more spectators arrived.

Beside the starting line, Yasui Makoto held a tablet computer in one hand and a stopwatch in the other, his gaze sweeping over each runner. Sensing that the runners were almost ready, he nodded slightly and looked to his side.

Alice stood not far away, holding a notebook and pen, while next to her sat Yamato Akaki at a makeshift table, typing on a laptop.

Sitting at the same table, Satomi Kouha held a topic in her hand. In the next match, she would be responsible for commentary and analysis with Yamato Akame.

Yamato Akachi typed on the keyboard for a while, carefully checking every piece of key information to ensure there were no mistakes, before looking up.

Seeing that Satomi Takako's fingers were white as she gripped the microphone, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her brows were furrowed, she immediately realized that this junior had never experienced anything like this before and was feeling nervous.

She smiled and gently patted Satomi Takako's hand:
"Don't be too nervous. I'm here, along with senior Suko and trainer Yasui. Just explain the situation of the match, and we'll add anything we've missed."

"However, I believe you can definitely do it well."

Her voice was full of encouragement and trust, which reassured Satomi Takashi, who quickly nodded in response.

"Hi! I'll do my best, thank you Yamato-senpai!"

Yamato Akaki smiled again, turning to look at Elisako, his eyes filled with confidence and certainty:
"No problem, the real-time monitoring instruments are all working normally, we can begin."

"Well, that's very well done, Yamato."

Alice nodded slightly, looking approvingly at Yamato Akaki, then nodded her chin towards the shrine maiden.

"Then we can begin."

Upon hearing this, Satomi Takashi took a deep breath, trying to expel all the remaining tension in her heart.

She coughed lightly twice, trying to make her voice sound more composed, then steadily picked up the microphone in front of her with both hands:

"Hello? Can you hear me? Just to confirm, if all the contestants are ready, please raise your hands."

After speaking, she kept her eyes fixed on the situation inside the gate, not blinking, afraid of missing any subtle movement.

After silently counting and confirming that the number of participants matched, she nodded to herself, then spoke into the microphone:
"If you have any questions about the competition, or any other issues, please keep your hand raised."

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the arms raised inside the gate fell down in unison, like ears of wheat blown by a gust of wind.

Seeing this, Satomi Kou turned her head and looked at Yamato Akari next to her, and then at Alice and Yasui Mako, who were a little further away.

After receiving an affirmative response, she coughed lightly a few times, cleared her throat, and held the microphone even higher:
"Alright, all athletes are ready, 3000m grass race simulation..."

"Start!"

The moment Satomi Kouji finished speaking, Yamato Akaki's fingertips struck the keyboard heavily.

At the starting line of the runway, the gates swung open simultaneously with a bang.

The next instant, a strong wind arose.

The sudden burst of speed tore the air into turbulence, and the blades of grass were tossed to one side by the force.

A dark figure was the first to break through the shadows of the gate.

(End of this chapter)