Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 488 Where exactly did I go wrong?
With a professional doctor like Alice, and Yamato Akaki's medical skills being quite good as well, since the former said there was nothing seriously wrong and the latter had no objections, there was no need to worry too much.

"Trouble? Kukuku, if it's this kind of trouble, then we can have more."

After Yasui Makoto finished speaking, Alice Soko mumbled something indistinctly, then pointed to an interface on the computer screen and changed the subject:

"You two should have noticed this data, right?"

Upon understanding the meaning of "examining carefully," Yasui Makoto's expression brightened, and he quickly looked in the direction Alice was pointing.

This training camp, in collaboration with Alice Soko, not only provided us with highly professional medical assistance, but also in terms of training.

Especially since she is both a doctor and a racehorse girl, this collaborator's advice is often unique and quite valuable.

The fact that she brought it up at this moment must mean it's some crucial information.

Not only Yasui Makoto, but Yamato Akaki also realized this and focused intently on the data.

On the computer screen, a program with a completely black interface is filled with fluorescent green lines. To the left and below the lines are white lines resembling coordinate axes, along with numbers and names. In the upper right corner, there are bar charts and legends.

Yasui Makoto and Yamato Akaki both know this program well; this is the step frequency curve from the previous match.

Perhaps a little impatient, after the two had been looking at each other for a while, Alice spoke up:

"It is obvious that the Northern Black Horse's pace is very stable, without any sudden increase or precipitous drop, indicating that her ability in this aspect has reached an extremely high level."

"Xingmu and the others can't do it."

"It is also very obvious that after they leave the gate, they all have a peak in stride frequency, which is the part of the race where they try to catch up with the northern black horse. They forcefully increase their stride frequency to increase their speed."

"Another peak change occurred in the northern section where Xuanju changed its running style, which involves the issue of experience."

"The Great Escape isn't the most proficient running style of the Northern Black Horse. The fact that it's being used suddenly now is undoubtedly to disrupt the opponent's rhythm... Of course, you'll need to confirm this with Yasui later."

When it comes to analysis, Alice's tone, address, and narration become much more formal and rigorous.

At this moment, she changed the subject, reminding Yasui Makoto before continuing after seeing him nod:
"So let's assume for now that this is what Beifang Xuanju was thinking at the time, then she undoubtedly succeeded."

"When facing an opponent who is not so good at making a run for it, there is absolutely no need to force a pursuit at the beginning of the middle game. Otherwise, you will be playing right into their hands and wasting your energy at the time when you should not be wasting your energy."

"The best course of action is to let the opponent escape, conserve your energy, and then catch up with them in the final stage."

As she stated her point of view, Alice pointed to another screen.

That's a schematic diagram of the training track, with the point at the start of the final straight line. She scrolled down to the end:
"On this track, the final straight of the 3000-meter race is only about 400 meters. With enough stamina, even a ten-length difference in the final run can be overcome in time."

"Take Almond, for example. Judging from the current situation, once she becomes a fully-fledged character, her final move should be absolutely no less impressive, so Yasui, you should remind her of that."

"Of course, 3000 meters might be a bit of a stretch for Aloe, but the other competitors..."

"Let me see... the Miki Rocket should work, and... the Satomi Diamond..."

"In short, if we follow my approach, we have a chance to win this competition."

"It's just a pity..."

She gestured across the screen for a moment, then shook her head with a hint of regret in her voice:

"Like I said, they lack experience and didn't realize that. So..."

Suddenly, she paused and looked behind her.

When Alice was doing her analysis, Yasui Makoto and Yamato Akaki glanced back, nodded in acknowledgment, and then quickly looked back at the computer screen.

Standing behind the three at this moment are Satomi Hikari, whom Alice just mentioned, and Satomi Crown, who is temporarily serving as a commentator during the match.

Kozumi Satomi's cheeks were still flushed from the match, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and there were a few light-colored sweat stains on his neck, which were obviously traces of being hastily wiped with a towel.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her eyelids, and her lips were pressed into a tired line.

Satomi Crown, standing next to him, was clutching the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, her ears drooping and pressed against her head, like a child who had done something wrong.

Noticing the gazes directed at Yasui and the others, the Satomi sisters bowed almost simultaneously:
"Greetings, senior Hayako, senior Yamato, trainer Yasui."

After standing up, Satomi Takashi was the first to raise her head, her voice filled with deep remorse:
"I'm sorry, seniors and trainer Yasui, my explanation just now... was really negligent."

"I couldn't say a word during the second half of the race, I just stood there frozen... I'm so sorry."

As she spoke, she bowed deeply again, and Satomi Hikari followed suit.

Yasui Makoto subconsciously shook his head, about to say something comforting, when Alice Yuko crossed her arms and chuckled softly:

"That's all right."

She tilted her head, her tone shifting from its previous seriousness to its usual casualness:
"It's just a mock match anyway, no need to worry about it so much."

"Yes, Crown, you don't need to blame yourself too much."

Yamato Akari quickly added gently, placing her hand on Satomi Takako's shoulder, her eyes full of understanding:

"Besides, you have no commentary experience to begin with. We asked you to do the commentary, which is actually putting too much pressure on you."

Satomi's tightly pursed lips finally loosened a little, and her droopy ears perked up slightly.

But she kept her eyes downcast, her face and eyes full of guilt, clearly not yet at peace with her mistake.

Just as she took a deep breath, seemingly about to say something apologetic, Yamato Akaki spoke first:
"Speaking of which, you're here for the match data, right?"

She stepped aside, clearing half the screen, reached out and grabbed the mouse, and began to scroll:
"I'll make a copy for you right away. Senior Su Zi also marked some key points, which should be helpful."

In this impromptu simulation, Yasui Makoto and others were responsible for both organizing the event and providing professional guidance afterward. Copying and sharing the competition data was something they had agreed to beforehand.

Satomi Takako paused for a moment, then quickly exchanged a glance with her younger sister beside her. The two of them bowed in unison to express their gratitude.
"Then I'll trouble you, senior."

After getting up this time, Satomi Kozumi suddenly leaned forward half a step.

The sweat on her neck hadn't dried completely, and a few strands of light brown hair clung to it. Her face, which usually carried a gentle smile, was now filled with stubbornness.

Taking a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, her voice trembled slightly with nervousness, yet remained exceptionally clear:
"Um... besides caring too much about Xiao Bei, I... also want to know what other mistakes I've made."

Her gaze swept over Yasui Makoto, Airi Soko, and Yamato Akari in turn, her eyes swirling with resentment and longing:
"I mean, in your opinion, what exactly went wrong with my performance in the match just now?"

(End of this chapter)