Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 487 "Autograph Session"

As Eliseko had said, this simulated chrysanthemum appreciation competition ended with a stunning defeat for Genko in the north.

Just like in the previous races, the black figure broke through the airflow like a cannonball and was the first to rush out of the final bend.

The grass blades turned into emerald-colored dust beneath her feet, and each push-off created a visible wave of air, as if the track itself was trembling with the extreme speed.

Running alone on the final straight line, she adjusted her running posture again, spreading her arms like wings and then suddenly tightening them. This swan-like movement allowed her to gain a slight increase in speed at high speed.

By the time she was fully in sprint mode, the second-place Miki Rocket was still struggling on the bend twenty meters away.

Milan Hai was left more than 30 meters behind, and could barely catch up with the dust kicked up by the northern black horse.

Almond-eyed, on the other hand, was clearly exhausted, and her speed visibly decreased.

However, even as she was overtaken by her seniors, she did not give up. She continued to maintain a relatively normal running posture and tried her best to catch up.

After crossing the finish line, the Northern Black Horse did not stop immediately. Its momentum carried it for more than ten meters on the buffer zone before it gradually slowed down.

She turned around, panting, sweat forming a glistening curtain along her jawline. Her black hair was styled into a fluffy arc by the airflow, and her crimson pupils shone strikingly bright in the sunlight.

Looking at her opponents scattered like stars behind her, she suddenly raised the corners of her mouth into a bright smile and clenched her fist tightly.

"Your performance just now... I hope it didn't disappoint everyone?"

Just as I was thinking that, excited cheers suddenly erupted from outside the stadium.

"Senior from the north! Could I... could I take a picture with you? Just one!"

"Senior! Could you please sign your autograph? Please!"

"Senior, senior! This was bought especially for you, please accept it!"

She looked in surprise at the sound and saw that the female racehorses had surged to the edge of the track like a tide.

Several juniors in the front row were so excited they were incoherent, their hands trembling as they held up their phones; in the back row, someone was waving a Tereson Academy uniform jacket high in the air with a frenzied expression; and someone else was holding a sports drink, trying to squeeze to the front to hand it over but was blocked by the crowd.

Startled by this sudden enthusiasm, Beibu Xuanju's ears twitched, but he quickly composed himself and greeted them with a smile.

I struck a pose as requested, took the pen and signed my name on each coat and autograph board, then gratefully accepted the energy drink...

While satisfying the unexpected enthusiasm of her juniors, she still managed to occasionally look up and flash a vibrant smile at them, who were crowding in the distance, eliciting cheers from them.

Watching this scene, the racehorse girls, gradually recovering from the intense competition, had different expressions.

Miqi Rocket wiped away his sweat, his eyes filled with longing and anticipation as he looked at the Northern Black Horse.

With the same hint of resentment as during the race, Milan Hai stared at the edge of the track for a while, then suddenly smiled with relief, looking at her legs as she gradually regained her gentle demeanor from before the race.

Almond-shaped eyes puffed out her cheeks for a long time, as if adjusting her breathing, then patted her cheeks and let out a few long breaths.

As if to encourage herself, she clenched her fist and tugged hard.

She tidied her hair, which was a little messy from running, and apologized as she pushed aside the racehorse girls surrounding Kita Genko and squeezed her way to Kita Genko's side.

As Kita Genko's fame grew, such enthusiastic scenes became more and more frequent. Almond, who often accompanied Kita Genko and Yasui Makoto, had naturally seen many such scenes and had become quite experienced in dealing with them.

So, after squeezing into the crowd, she voluntarily took on the role of "autograph reception staff":
"Please don't push, please come one by one. Senior Xiao Bei is a very nice person. If you want to take a photo or get an autograph, please come one by one."

"And to that other student, carbonated drinks are fine, but you have to let them dissolve completely. Otherwise, consuming too much carbon dioxide after the competition will affect your recovery."

"This shirt... must be very expensive, right? A signature with an oil-based pen probably won't wash out. Are you sure you want to sign it?... Okay, then we'll respect your decision." With Apricot's help, the noisy scene beside the track became much more orderly.

Many female racehorses have also started to line up voluntarily, waiting one by one for the opportunity to interact with the Northern Black Horse.

They were already quite overwhelmed, and Beibu Xuanju couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Having just signed an autograph for a racehorse girl with long black hair, she looked gratefully at Almond-eyed and whispered:

"Thank you so much, Almond Eyes, otherwise it would have been a real headache..."

"This is nothing. Helping my seniors is what I should do."

Smiling, she replied, her eyes subconsciously saying:

"and……"

She paused after saying half a sentence and lowered her head.

Her eyes were hidden by her bangs, but her gaze flickered with admiration as well as a burning desire to win.

...Such enthusiasm should be taken for granted by seniors, right?

If it were me, how long would it take to achieve what my seniors have accomplished...?

Her thoughts raced for a moment, then when she looked up again, she changed the subject:

"In short, it's the senior who's having the hardest time right now."

As the female horse racers who had been watching gradually satisfied their desire to follow their idols, some on the track couldn't resist joining in on this "temporary reception."

On the other side, next to the makeshift commentary booth, Yasui Masato and Alice Soko leaned over and looked at Yamato Akaki's laptop screen.

"Judging from the data, the competition is still quite intense."

Touching her chin and examining the data on the various interfaces on the screen, Alice nodded slightly.

"Especially Xiao Bei."

"Using the strength of G1 class to forcefully widen the gap and not give the opponent any chance is indeed one of the best options, especially when the opponents are all classic year racehorses."

"Oh right, Little Almond Eyes hasn't even reached the classic year yet."

"In short, the intensity just now, even if it wasn't G1 level, was at least G3 level with a hefty reward. Xiao Bei must have been quite exhausted, as were the others."

"However, at this level, normal rest and recovery are sufficient."

"And I'll check them one by one later, and explain the situation to their trainers as well. There won't be any problems."

“That’s fine then,” Yasui nodded, feeling much more relieved.

"It seems that we will have to trouble Dr. Suko a lot more during the upcoming training camp."

For trainers, the most important thing in training and competition is not winning or losing, skills or strength, but safety.

At a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, and being made of flesh and blood, even if the female racehorses are blessed by the three goddesses, the consequences of a slight collision or other accident are unimaginable.

The race just now was clearly beyond the level of a typical simulation or practice race, so after it ended, he immediately went with Alice to check on the physical condition of the racehorse girls.

(End of this chapter)