Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 517 The Showdown with the New Generation King
The day of the competition was an ordinary training day, but the bustling atmosphere on the field was even more intense than the summer sun.

The stands and the area around the field were filled with female racehorses who had participated in a training camp, and many more were gathering in the distance, chattering away.

Their eyes sparkled with anticipation, clearly showing their excitement for the upcoming competition.

Near the track, there were many trainers talking to each other. Judging from their focused and thoughtful expressions, they were clearly exchanging analyses of the athletes and predictions about the course of the race.

Not only that, but also tourists from nearby areas, and even some reporters and media came to watch.

Cheers and chatter mingled together, creating a lively and exciting scene that rivaled any official match.

When preparing for the competition, Yasui Makoto, Airi Soko, and others considered the level of the participants and believed that if the news spread, there would definitely be a lot of people coming to watch the competition, so they made preparations in advance.

As is customary, the student council will patrol various training sites during the training camp.

The people in charge here are Megumi McQueen and Da Shock. After discussing it, Yasui Makoto and others invited these two to assist in the preparation of the event without much hesitation.

While confirming some details in the temporary control area, Yasui Makoto also learned from Megumi McQueen that the reason why so many people came today was more or less related to the announcement of the Ichijo Jun promotion by Good Opera.

"...'A duel with the new generation of kings'?"

Holding his phone, leaning back slightly, Yasui Makoto squinted, his features scrunched up.
"All I can say is that if President McQueen hadn't said it was posted by a great opera veteran, I... would definitely have suspected some unscrupulous media outlet was impersonating her..."

"And even if it's posted by a great opera veteran, a new generation of king or something..."

He frowned as he looked at the makeshift stage erected in the center of the training field:

"Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration for Xiao Bei...?"

"Uh, actually..."

Seeing Yasui's genuine helplessness, Meguro McQueen scratched his cheek somewhat awkwardly:
"Good opera... That's just her personality. Back in school, she caused quite a few big scenes, which gave the student council a real headache to deal with..."

"And then there's the duel... Didn't you say that Xiao Bei did indeed make a deal with Good Opera?"

Yasui Makoto still frowned helplessly. Although he knew about the agreement between Kita Genko and Good Opera, he really did not expect the latter to publicize it so ostentatiously.

But after thinking about it, I realized that McQueen was right. Good operas are often perceived as lively and somewhat flamboyant, so I felt relieved.

At this moment, after McQueen finished his explanation, the person who had been silently watching the stage, Da Shenchang, looked over:

"However, thanks to that tweet from the opera senior, there's something I can remind you of, Yasui."

Yasui looked puzzled and couldn't help but ask, "...What is it?"

Turning our attention back to the stage, Da Shen was silent for a moment:
"Don't you think that Xiao Bei at this moment is very similar to the Good Opera at that time...?"

Yasui Makoto was startled again, and subconsciously followed the shocked gaze.

Just then, holding the microphone on the stage, he struck an exaggerated pose with an operatic hand gesture.

At the same time, her exaggerated laughter, clearly segmented, burst out from the loudspeaker located in the training field.

The laughter seemed to possess a magical power, instantly drawing everyone's attention. Laughing loudly, Good Opera, in an aria-like, impassioned tone, repeated the tweet displayed on Yasui Makoto's phone screen:
"At this moment! I will join forces with the new king, Northern Black Steed, in a battle of destiny! Witness, everyone, how this epic battle will write a new chapter in the legend of Racergirl!"

Her voice, carrying a magnificent rhythm, spread throughout the venue via broadcast, instantly pushing the atmosphere to its peak.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the audience and outside the venue. Shouts of "Good opera!" and "Northern Black Horse" rose and fell, and the fervent emotions spread like wildfire throughout the entire venue in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the spirited opera on stage, and thinking of Genko Kita, Yasui Makoto couldn't help but feel a sense of realization.

Chrysanthemum viewing, Arima Memorial, Emperor's Spring Viewing, Takarazuka Memorial... this is already a four-game winning streak.

At this moment, with such achievements, the Northern Black Horse, just as the Great Shock said, is as unstoppable as the Good Opera of yesteryear, becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

But this remarkable weight is undoubtedly a double-edged sword.

Beneath the crown woven with flowers and applause, countless eyes hold both expectation and scrutiny.

Moreover, every battle ahead will attract even more attention, and any mistake could cause unimaginable pressure and a tsunami of public opinion.

"……I see."

As his thoughts raced, Yasui Makoto understood the meaning of "great shock" and looked over: "I will take the upcoming preparations seriously."

Realizing that Yasui Makoto had already understood, he glanced over with a hint of approval in his eyes, then quickly turned back to look at the stage.

At this point, the woman taking the stage was replaced by a short-haired brown racehorse girl.

The brown-haired racehorse girl looked sullen before going on stage, and her cheeks turned even redder after she got on stage, like a balloon about to burst.

She strode up to the microphone, grabbed it, and then pointed sharply towards the control room:
"Hey! Suko! Can you hear me? I know you're over there!"
Why didn't you register for this competition?

"You ran away back then, and I finally caught you this time, but... why did you run away again? Answer me!"

The brown-haired racehorse girl's voice was full of dissatisfaction, echoing throughout the arena. After a moment of surprise, many spectators turned to look at the broadcast area.

Yasui and the others were also taken aback, and involuntarily looked at the various instruments placed around them.

Having been fiddling with the equipment, Alice paused for a moment, straightened up, rolled her eyes, exaggeratedly rubbed her forehead, and wore a look of both amusement and exasperation.

"This guy Baoxue... does he have a fish brain and only a seven-second memory?"
"Didn't I already tell her that there would be other practice matches later? It's not like I'm not going to play, so why is she making such a fuss...?"
"Tsk, if I'd known, I wouldn't have told her I was here in the first place..."

Hearing Alice's complaints, Yasui Makoto and the others exchanged glances and couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly.

The racehorse girl on stage is named Forest Takarasu. She debuted at the same time as Airi Soko and they have competed against each other in the Shortwave Cup Championship and the Satsuki Sho.

Both matches ended in victory for Eriko. After Eriko retired due to injury, the two never competed against each other again.

Looking back now, it seems that Forest Treasure Trove has never been able to let go of the resentment of its defeat back then, or the regret of its formidable opponent being injured, which is why it took advantage of this event to issue a challenging declaration.

(End of this chapter)