Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 553 The Black Shadow Breaks Through the Wind and Crosses the Mud

The moment the Northern Black Horse cleaved through the rain like a jet-black heavy sword, the entire Tokyo arena seemed to freeze in time.

The commentator's voice froze for a moment, and the audience's clamor froze in the autumn rain.

Even the raindrops seemed to be suspended in the air, just to reflect the light bursting from the black-haired girl's crimson pupils.

But the stillness was merely an illusion. The incredible turn of events by the Northern Black Horse was like a bombshell dropped into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

The opponents stared wide-eyed, filled with disbelief.

They had already planned countless possible actions for the Northern Black Steed, but they never expected such an astonishing turn of events.

From the closest position, Man Leshi's gaze involuntarily followed the black figure.

The rain blurred the vision, but it couldn't stop the resolute determination of the northern black horse as it trudged through the mud.

Upon witnessing this scene, her shock grew even more profound.

The black-haired girl beside her was undoubtedly the strongest opponent she had anticipated. In countless simulations during her preparations, the hypothetical enemy had always been firmly locked onto her.

From a regular lead to a mid-to-late stage surprise attack, from accelerating on the outside to taking advantage of the momentum to overtake, she even imagined that the Northern Black Horse would deliberately slow down the pace and drag down her last-minute advantage.

However, no matter what kind of simulation it is, it cannot explain the choice made by the Northern Black Steed at this moment.

It is important to know that even in good conditions, the inner track can become uneven and bumpy after ten races, and in rainy weather it can become so muddy that the horseshoes can be covered.

To exaggerate a bit, every step was a stumbling, unsteady one, and a slight misstep could lead to a slip and a fall.

Manle had deliberately avoided the inner lane tangent, preferring to run an extra half meter to step on the relatively firm outer grass.

However, after the Northern Black Steed's near-right-angle burst of power, it was now stepping onto the inner path that, according to common sense, required "cautious footing."

Has she gone mad?

Did they give up because they couldn't get a good position in the early game?
That kind of turn, that kind of route... was she completely unafraid of getting injured, completely indifferent to the track conditions?

What exactly is she trying to do?
The same doubts also echoed in the minds of Satomi Crown and Funako Shin'gang, who were almost on par with the outsiders.

They knew their friend and rival, Northern Black Horse, so well that they could recall their past battles with their eyes closed.

However, even though the opponent's running style was incredibly fast, it was still predictable.

However, at this moment, that figure was filled with a unique spirit of boldness, recklessness, and composure.

That kind of spirit is like a sword that suddenly changes its moves; the sword flashes and even the opponent can't see where the next strike will land.

So... should we force him to move on like we did before?
This dilemma and agonizing choice simultaneously arose in the minds of Manroto, Satomi Kō, Funako Shin'ō, and their various rivals.

The audience fell into a brief silence, followed by a deafening roar. The commentator's voice, shrill with excitement, almost screamed:

"She's here! She's here!"
"The Northern Black Steed has charged into the inner passage! A straight line! The Northern Black Steed has charged into the inner passage!"
"In the fierce competition at the exit of the turn, the Northern Black Horse suddenly made an unbelievable turn and rushed into the inner lane!"
She's charging forward! She's surpassing!

"Powerful leg strength! Terrifying leg strength!"

On the almost deserted innermost muddy ground, the Northern Black Steed unleashed its powerful and terrifying leg strength!

"She... caught up with us in one go!!"

The commentary grew louder and louder, and the stands became increasingly noisy.

The northern black horse on the track paid no heed.

The horseshoes pounded against the muddy grass again and again, and the calf muscles were like gunpowder that had been ignited, each contraction bursting with scalding power.

She lowered her back little by little.

Continuously increase the amplitude of arm swings.

His crimson pupils were fixed on the track line ahead, blurred by the rain.

I could clearly hear the crisp sound of horseshoes crushing through the grass. I could feel the resistance as mud was squeezed out from between the hooves.

They showed no intention of slowing down at all.

The frustration of being squeezed by the opponent and the anxiety of being outmaneuvered in the early game all turned into fuel, flowing through the blood to every part of the body.

Faster... please!!

With a roar of anger in her heart, she continued to stomp her feet harder on the ground.

The mud that had covered the horseshoes was instantly shaken off, revealing the gleaming metal, and each hoof landed precisely at the boundary between the grass and the soil.

The muddy inner path no longer seemed to be an obstacle, but rather became her unique battlefield, with each step widening the gap between her and her opponent.

The heavy breathing gradually became steady, as if a new space had been opened in the lungs, frantically absorbing oxygen from the air to power the tireless legs.

She didn't even have the energy to glance at her first opponent when she was left behind.

In her world, there was only the racetrack, the sound of the wind, and her own heartbeat.

The three beat in unison, guiding her to sprint toward the leader's position.

With another full push off the ground, her figure completely surpassed Rong Jinzhiguang in front of her.

Her black racing suit drew a sharp arc in the rain as she firmly secured the lead position on the track.

it is good……

very good……

This location...

I got it back!
then……

No matter who it is, don't even think about it...

Let me out of your way!
She forced a wide grin.

His crimson eyes swayed furiously, a deep red, in the splitting rain.

The commentators and the stands went completely wild, and even Yasui Makoto, Alice Soko, and others who were mentally prepared for all of this had their mouths slightly agape.

Deep behind them, the Emperor of the East Sea and Megumi McQueen had already opened their mouths wide.

Not only the two of them, but Xiao Fen and Xiao Chu on the side also craned their necks, stared wide-eyed, and opened and closed their mouths, while the little flags and drink cups they had been waving stopped.

Suddenly snapping back to reality, the Emperor of the East Sea gripped the railing tightly. His breath, which had been paused, suddenly became rapid, and even his voice trembled slightly.

"My God...she actually did it!"
"I had thought she might break through, but I never dared to imagine... that she would use such a brute-force method to rush into the inner lane and directly take back the lead!"

She leaned forward even more, her gaze fixed on the black figure, her voice filled with disbelief and astonishment:

"Did you see that, McQueen? This kind of inner strength... If it were anyone else, they'd be lucky to even keep their pace, let alone accelerate!"

"But Xiao Bei... she just turned it into her own territory!"

When she said the words "leading position," her eyes lit up dramatically, as if she had seen the dawn of victory:
"That's great!"
"When she returns to the position she is most familiar with, she can completely control the rhythm!"
"At this rate, the odds of winning are... absolutely too high!"

Megumi McQueen, standing to the side, slowly relaxed his tense fingers, but unlike the Emperor of the East Sea, he wasn't excited. His brows remained slightly furrowed, and his tone carried a hint of seriousness:

"Indeed, this running style is amazing, and... it feels very familiar..."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the messy hoofprints on the inside of the track, then suddenly shook her head slightly:

"In short, look closely, this is no longer the opening stage. There are only about 300 meters left to the finish line, and the so-called leading position has long lost its strategic significance."

(End of this chapter)