Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 539 Sprint on Yodo-no-Saka
In the following period, under the guidance and assistance of Yasui Makoto and others, Kita Genko continued to devote himself to day-to-day training.

Every morning, before the first rays of sunlight have fully illuminated the track at Treson Academy, Kita Genko is already sweating it out on the track.

Every night, as moonlight streamed through the window onto her desk, she would repeatedly review sprint techniques, cornering strategies, race videos, and training logs, constantly correcting her subtle movements.

Time flew by quietly during the daily training sessions, and before we knew it, the day of the chrysanthemum appreciation competition arrived.

Inside the Kyoto stadium, the atmosphere was as intense as a burning flame, with spectators dressed in their finest attire, their faces beaming with excitement and anticipation.

Holding posters with the names of their favorite racehorses printed on them, or carrying brightly colored flags and cheering sticks, they arrived at the racetrack early.

Some of them even queued overnight, rushing in the moment the stadium doors opened, just to secure a good spot and witness this annual event.

The race had reached the penultimate bend, and the atmosphere at the scene had already reached a fever pitch.

The commentator's excited voice, like a surging tide, echoed throughout the Kyoto stadium:

"As they approach Yodo no Saka, the racehorse girls are in high spirits."

"Milan Hai is still in the lead, and this female racehorse has firmly maintained her lead from start to finish."

"Her steps were steady and powerful, and her rhythm control was perfect, as if she was declaring to everyone that this track was her territory."

"Behind her was Sater, followed closely by Tianyu Longma. The two riders were equally determined, keeping their eyes fixed on Milan Hai from the start of the race, and staying close to him from the left and right.

"But Milan Hai did not give up. She withstood the attack from behind and continued to flee."

"We've reached the top of the slope. First... it's still Milan Sea. Is the scene of the Northern Black Steed escaping to the end last year going to repeat itself? Will the Northern Black Steed return to Milan Sea?!"
"Then, nothing happened; for the time being, no racehorse girl showed any intention of making a move..."

"Wait a moment!"

The commentator's voice echoed in the air, each word gripping the audience's hearts.

Then, a voice that suddenly rose in pitch, filled with surprise and excitement, pushed the atmosphere at the scene to its limit.

"In this match, the most popular player is Satomi Hikaru!"
"Very fast, extremely fast, Satomi Hikari's acceleration... extremely fast!"

On the track and at the top of the ramp, the air seemed to be torn apart by the speed of the racehorses.

The fine hairs on the tips of Satomi Hikaru's ears trembled violently in the airflow, each breath carrying the boiling hot blood in her chest—the G1 glory that the Satomi family longed for was burning her nerves.

As her front foot landed, she could clearly hear the imposing snorting sound approaching from behind at a terrifying speed; the chestnut racehorse's breath almost swept up to the tip of her tail.

"Not enough...it needs to be even faster!"

She kept repeating the same thought to herself, staring ahead with eyes wide with fury, and then suddenly lowered her center of gravity.

The muscles in her right leg bulged like a taut bowstring; this change of direction technique, honed countless times, became the sharp blade that tore through her defenses.

She began to surpass herself.

Witnessing all this, the entire Kyoto stadium erupted in even greater fervor, and the commentators' voices grew hoarse with excitement.
"One opponent after another! One opponent after another! Imposing, Speer, the Seven-Colored Thread..."

"Satomi Kozo keeps surpassing itself, Satomi Kozo keeps surpassing itself!"

"The last bend, the last bend!"
"Satomi Hikari... has reached fifth place!"

"Satomi Kozo has moved up to fifth place!"
"But..." The narrator's voice suddenly cracked:
"They caught up with great spirit, and they caught up with great spirit, not willing to be outdone!"

"And then there's... the Migi Rocket!"
"The Miqi rocket is also closely following; it started tracking us synchronously as soon as the Miqi rocket began drilling inside the light-emitting drill!"
"The 'Miqi Rocket' followed behind the 'Qikai Linran', and the 'Qikai Linran' followed behind the 'Lijian Guangzuan'. The three contestants occupied the outer lane and rushed towards the final straight line together!"
"Leading the way is the No. 5 cabin captain, who is two horse lengths ahead of them."

"Even before!"

"Milan Sea is still being released, Milan Sea is still being released!"

"And further ahead... lies the final straight line for chrysanthemum viewing!"
"It is the final straight line leading to the ultimate glory of the classic triple crown!"
"It's the final straight line to the title of the strongest racehorse girl of our generation!!"

The commentator's speech became faster and faster, and his voice became louder and louder. The audience held their breath and stared intently at the track.

"All the riders entered the final sprint, rushing towards the cheering stands, rushing towards the glory that signifies the title of the strongest racehorse girl of this generation!"

"Will it be a 'Chrysanthemum Viewing Horse Girl' duet where they run away to the very end?"

"Will it be an awe-inspiring presence that makes it impossible for anyone to look directly at you?"

Will it be a miracle like a rocket taking off?

“Or…

"Will it be the Satomi family's long-cherished wish, the G1 that countless Satomi Uma Musume dream of, a dazzling display like a diamond?!"

"Final straight... only 400 meters left!!"

The deafening roar of the audience instantly brought the atmosphere at the Kyoto stadium to a fever pitch, with wave after wave of sound that seemed to threaten to overturn the entire sky.

Right in front of the finish line, Kita Genko and Almond were so excited that their cheeks turned red. They waved their hands frantically and shouted names one by one, their voices slightly hoarse from the effort.

Kita Genko's eyes were filled with eagerness, whether it was Satomi Hikari, Miki Rocket, Milan Sea, or any friend he had become familiar with through the training camp...

She had made up her mind. More than anyone else, she longed for her friends to shine in this competition and win the championship. What she had to do was cheer them on with all her might.

Satomi stood beside them, her eyes fixed on the younger sister on the track, her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Her lips trembled slightly as she silently murmured words of encouragement for her sister, praying in her heart that her sister could realize the Satomi family's long-held dream.

Standing slightly behind, Yasui Makoto exchanged a tense yet expectant glance with Alice Soko and Yamato Akaki.

Alison Soko, unlike her usual casual self, looked focused and serious, gripping her tablet tightly as if ready to record key data from the match at any moment.

Yamato Akaki frowned slightly, his eyes keenly observing the movements of every racehorse girl on the track, occasionally muttering his analysis of the situation.

Deep in the stands, the East Sea Emperor was also intently watching the game. Beside her, McQueen appeared calm, but her slightly trembling hands betrayed her inner tension.

She gripped the Emperor of the East Sea's arm tightly, her nails almost digging into his skin, her eyes fixed on the racetrack.

As the game progressed, she unconsciously tightened her grip on the emperor's arm, causing the emperor to grimace involuntarily.

"McQueen, be gentle! You're about to break my arm!"

The Emperor of the East Sea shouted, but McQueen seemed not to hear, still intently watching the game, muttering to himself:
"Diamond, you have to win..."

(End of this chapter)