Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 599 Charging Towards Arima Memorial

Yasui Makoto did not get up immediately, but sat on the sofa for a while longer, and then seemed to naturally switch to his new state.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze falling on the Emperor of the East Sea and Megumi McQueen. His tone returned to the focused and methodical manner he used when handling official business, and he spoke calmly:
"Then... it's about Arima Memorial, which is one of the key points I wanted to discuss with you two during this trip."

"I will be responsible for following up on the training plan itself. I have already arranged the specific schedule and physical conditioning for Xiao Bei with Su Zi and the others in detail. The training log will be reported regularly afterward, so please rest assured in this regard."

He paused briefly, then shifted the focus to another important purpose of his trip:
"Going forward, we will need more assistance from the student union in coordinating various matters."

"The URA Association's process regarding the final confirmation of the venue and overseas broadcasting rights may require your assistance, President Emperor, to follow up on the confirmation timeline."

“In addition,” he looked at McQueen, “the joint pre-competition promotional activities arranged by several major sponsors will probably require Chairman McQueen’s help to coordinate the timing to ensure that they do not conflict with key training periods.”

His speech was neither too fast nor too slow, and his thoughts were clear. In just a few words, he explained the key points that required external cooperation one by one, clearly having given it much thought and already organized his ideas.

"I have compiled the detailed plan into a document, and I can send it over later... no, today."

"These are the key points at the moment. Let's see if the two chairpersons have anything to add, or if there are any other areas where I need to coordinate?"

Seeing that Yasui Makoto had shifted the topic to work, and considering that after that "monologue" or "confession," the junior hiding behind the cabinet must have resolved a lot of his inner conflicts, Tokai Emperor and Megumi McQueen exchanged a glance.

After confirming each other's thoughts, the two horse racing girls naturally switched to work mode, answering Yasui Makoto's questions concisely. They then raised some questions and key points from the student council, which Yasui Makoto responded to one by one.

With the deal settled, the tense atmosphere in the office relaxed.

The Emperor of the East Sea leaned back in his chair, a smile of approval on his face, and spoke first:

"You've arranged everything so thoroughly, it's been a huge help. As expected of Yasui, you always manage to think of everything."

Megumi McQueen, standing to the side, nodded slightly and replied in a gentle tone, "Indeed, with you overseeing the training and competition preparations, we feel much more at ease coordinating things on our end. The student council will coordinate the various arrangements you just mentioned as soon as possible."

Hearing the responses from the two chairmen, Yasui showed no pride. He simply stood up deftly and nodded slightly to the Emperor of the East Sea and Megumi McQueen.
"Then, let's proceed as agreed upon earlier. I won't disturb the two presidents any longer."

The Emperor of the East Sea and Megumi McQueen also stood up. Megumi McQueen replied softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Trainer Yasui."

The door was pulled open and then closed gently, making a barely audible sound.

As Yasui Makoto's footsteps faded into the distance, the office returned to silence, leaving only the lingering light from the window and the subtle, indescribable atmosphere in the air.

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Immediately, the Emperor of the East Sea and Megumi McQueen moved almost simultaneously, quickly walking to the heavy display case and tacitly using their strength to move the case open enough to create a gap.

Northern Black Horse slowly emerged from behind.

The afternoon sun shone on half of her body, and a faint blush remained on her cheeks. Her eyes flickered with a complex mix of excitement, bewilderment, and a strange calm. The confusion and panic that had troubled her earlier had miraculously vanished.

She lowered her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the tips of her shoes, her voice much softer than usual:

"Emperor, McQueen... thank you."

The Emperor of the East Sea reached out and gently patted her shoulder with his warm palm, his tone lively yet meaningful:
"You heard everything clearly, right? Okay, stop overthinking."

She leaned closer and winked: "Your trainer has placed all their trust and expectations on you."

"Ok!"

Northern Black Steed suddenly raised its head, as if injected with some kind of unwavering energy, and took a deep breath.

The complex emotions that had been lingering in her crimson eyes quickly subsided, replaced by a bright, even sharper, radiance—full of energy and confidence.

"I understand! No problem! Next... I will definitely go all out and fight to the end for Arima Memorial!" Seeing her quickly recover and even more determined than before, the Emperor of the East Sea and Megumi McQueen smiled at each other, their eyes filled with relief and trust.

"Of course we believe you."

McQueen smiled, his tone gentle yet firm: "On the day of the competition, we will definitely be there to cheer you on."

The Emperor of the East Sea nodded in agreement, his smile hearty: "That's right! It's not just us, Suzuka, Tetsuya, Yamato, and Vodka... and so many seniors and friends who have been helped by you and have been looking forward to you, we will all go together to support you!"

"When the time comes, you'd better run your coolest!"

"Yes! Thank you very much!" Northern Black Horse responded loudly, with a bright smile.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than the Emperor of the East Sea seemed to suddenly remember something, let out an exaggerated sigh, slumped his shoulders, and his tone became languid:

"Ah... But speaking of which, being the student council president is really busy... Even a proper lunchtime is spent talking about work."

She tilted her head and complained, half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"I really want to call President Lu Duo back to help right now, or... should I just resign?"

"Huh?" Beibu Xuanju was taken aback, not reacting to this sudden turn of events.

McQueen, standing to the side, couldn't help but chuckle, covering his mouth with his hand, a sly glint in his eyes:

"Your Majesty, I will relay your words to Chairman Rudol verbatim."

"Wow! No, McQueen!"

The Emperor of the East Sea immediately adopted a fawning expression and leaned closer to Mubai McQueen:

"I was planning to treat you to that new limited-edition parfait next time I'm on vacation! If you do this, the parfait will be gone!"

"Pafie?!"

Upon hearing this word, McQueen's eyes lit up instantly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch involuntarily.

But she immediately noticed that Beifang Xuanju was still standing beside her, blinking his eyes. She quickly coughed twice, straightened her back, and tried to adopt the composed posture of a senior:
"Cough, cough! As for Buffet and such... well, it's not like I can't help you cover it up for a while."

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her voice grew softer:
"But, but! I didn't do this because of Parfait! Anyway... Your Majesty, you were just joking, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's just a joke, absolutely a joke!" The Emperor of the East Sea nodded vigorously.

Seeing his two seniors suddenly become flustered and act in a way that contrasted with their usual demeanor, Beifang Xuanju could only scratch the back of his head and give a slightly silly smile, wisely choosing to play dumb.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the clock hanging on the wall, and she froze, letting out a short gasp:

"Oh no, this is terrible!"

The exclamation immediately attracted the attention of the two people who were "negotiating".

The Emperor of the East Sea and Megumi McQueen turned their heads simultaneously, their faces still bearing lingering smiles and a hint of panic, and asked in unison:
"What's wrong, Xiaobei?"

The Northern Black Steed looked panicked and embarrassed, scratching his cheek helplessly with his fingers:

"This...this is what happened after the seniors and A-Zhen...chatted with the trainer for so long..."

"I... I'm not saying this is wrong, but... it's already long past the time for the first class this afternoon!"
"I...I...I was late for class!"

(End of this chapter)