Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 582 The Climax of the Ensemble

While a "calm" atmosphere prevailed on the field, the stands and commentary booth erupted into a deafening cacophony that seemed to tear the air apart.

"The last bend!"
"All the athletes are preparing for their final sprint on the straight!"

"The Northern Steed is still in the lead, but... her challengers are gathering!"

As if forcibly suppressing the tremor in his throat, or to confirm the suffocating situation on the field, the commentator paused extremely briefly, then roared in an even more explosive voice:

"Running toward the big beech tree, running toward us, the northern black horse is leading the way and running toward us!"

"She's still in the lead, still in the lead!"
"But her lead is getting shorter and shorter!"
"Behind her was the Golden Actors, who had steadied themselves on the inside and were pressing forward!"
"On the outside, there is unyielding steel, California shines, an explosion, and three opponents pressing in step by step!"
"Then came Frostfall, and here came Ronghou Zaijue. Frostfall and Ronghou Zaijue caught up, two fierce generals from overseas!"
"Ginger-flavored strong liquor, noble and elegant, thunderous roar, a chorus of sounds, and seven-colored threads!"

All of them!

"Together!"

"They've all rushed up!"

"A large beech tree!"

"It's a big beech tree!"
“Out of the corner!
"Leading... Northern Black Steed is still in the lead, but...!"
"California Shining is... side by side!"
"California Shining and Northern Black Steed have broken out of the Great Beech Tree side by side, and...!"
We'll decide later!
"We'll decide later...and they're charging in too!"

"Now!
"The starting point of the final straight line!"

"It was also the starting point of a three-way battle!"

"It is also the starting point for all the racehorse girls in the rear who are unwilling to be outdone to begin their final and most brutal battle!"

The scene had gone completely wild, and the atmosphere was ignited to the point of explosion.

The team led by Yasui Makoto in front, and the East Sea Emperor and Zhuo Fu in the VIP box behind, all lost their previous composure or calmness, like water droplets merging into a boiling ocean, merging into the huge wave of sound that almost overturned the entire Tokyo arena.

Echoing this utter madness was the roaring, chaotic battle raging down on the runway.

Almost simultaneously, the two figures at the very front that were the first to pierce the final straight line engaged in a genuine, unpretentious close-quarters battle the instant they passed the apex of the bend!

The black-gold figure clinging to the inner passage and the violent golden-red light on the outer side neither chose to back down.

Perhaps, it was unavoidable from the very beginning.

Shoulders to shoulders, arms to arms, even the taut edges of palms...

Countless intense collisions, compressions, and frictions occurred, and the specially made decisive suit fabric even emitted a heart-stopping, dull thud during high-speed combat.

Each collision caused his body to sway slightly.

But the next second, there was an even more resolute and merciless collision!
In the midst of this agonizing collision, the black and gold visual lines of the inner path began to blur, the lungs felt as if they were being branded with a hot iron, every muscle was emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain, and all that remained in the ears was the frantic pounding of one's own heart and the tearing sound of the wind.

But she did not back down in the slightest; a scene uncontrollably appeared in her mind.

Strangely, the scene depicted wasn't one of intense battle or rigorous training, but rather a heartwarming lion dance performance in Chinatown that night.

Or rather, it wasn't warm or cozy.

She hallucinated that she seemed to merge with the black and red lion costume, truly becoming a furious, flamboyant lion with its mane bristling.

She even heard herself letting out screams and roars that weren't her own.

Rage, arrogance, screaming, and howling stem from the invasion of territory.

The intruder was none other than the golden-red "lion" beside him.

She had completely disregarded everything, only with a determination and even a hint of cruelty to devour the other party alive, repeatedly facing the provocations and battles coming from her side.

With each impact, Vision twisted again.

He hallucinated that the opponent he faced in the fierce competition to win the "Japan Cup" championship was no longer the golden-red "lion".

Instead, it's an unstoppable, cold, hard steel tractor unit!

How could flesh and blood possibly withstand a torrent of metal?
She was only confused for a moment. The next moment, there was an even more frantic roar from the depths of her soul!

Even if it's a body of flesh and blood...

Even steel...

Even if it breaks my teeth and shatters my claws, I will...

I'll tear you apart!
Suddenly, a chilling killing intent overwhelmed her resolve.

From behind... no, it's already beside me!
Like the deepest part of the ocean, having swum and gathered strength for an unknown amount of time, pushing its speed and killing intent to the limit, it brought the battle to an end, following the initially almost imperceptible scent of blood...

It suddenly opened its blood-red maw!
This time, she hesitated for a couple of seconds.

How...how...can we...win?

So... the Japan Cup... a world-class showdown... is actually such a terrifying thing...?
However, coincidentally, this momentary hesitation and fear were completely suppressed by a third, even more violent roar that exploded from the depths of his heart!
It's here...

Just right...

Just right...

Remove this metal lump!

Let's make another shark sashimi meal!
She didn't know where the power being squeezed out of her body, as if it were tearing at her bones and draining her marrow, came from; she only knew that along with this power exploding, countless thoughts and images flooded her mind—

We absolutely cannot lose...

Autumn Triple Crown...

Palace...

Everyone's expectations...

I made a promise...

Vision returned.

She seemed to transform back into that black and red lion, but now she had traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, her body stained with the dripping blood of either herself or her opponents...

In the sudden silence, with only the running track stretching out beneath my feet, I felt utterly lost, yet incredibly determined, heading towards the only direction ahead...

Charge forward headfirst!

But on the field outside her perception, the scene was completely different.

Countless spectators were on tenterhooks, their hearts pounding in their throats as they stared intently at the stadium, almost suffocating.

Many others had already screamed until their voices were hoarse, like racehorses struggling on the track, squeezing out the last bit of strength from their bodies, shouting something unconsciously and frantically.

Among the crowd, a small figure had already stood on the railing of the audience seats.

Beneath her feet lay cold metal and a chestnut-haired companion, her face pale with fright, clinging desperately to her legs.

She clutched a black and red lion dance doll tightly in one hand, while waving a poster featuring her idol with all her might in the other.

Tears streamed down her face, new tears continued to flow, and her mouth was agape, yet she could barely hear her own voice.

All her shouts were drowned out by the commentator's roar and the deafening roar of the entire stadium:
"400 meters! 400 meters!
"We'll decide on the random intrusion later, we'll decide on the random intrusion later," she seized the opportunity and entered the unorthodox path!

"The Northern Black Steed and the California Shining are still fighting, but the decision to settle things later is already in place!"

"The leading group now has three female racehorses, and it's impossible to tell them apart in order, and..."

"The players who were deployed from behind... are catching up!"

(End of this chapter)