Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 607 I want to! None! I don't! Want to!
Just then, the cheers from the stands suddenly rose to a whole new level.

The narration over the loudspeaker grew increasingly passionate, brimming with dramatic tension:

"Ladies and gentlemen! Let your hearts race! Let your blood boil!"
"The boundary between fantasy and reality is presented here!"
"The final act of tears and laughter is now revealed!"
"The spotlight is on! After countless fierce battles, the seventeen strongest heroes of all time have gathered on this stage of dreams:"
"Nakayama Racecourse, Arima Memorial's Nakayama Racecourse!"

Amidst the rousing commentary, everyone's gaze was drawn to the racetrack.

Seventeen figures, each dressed in a unique and magnificent final battle outfit, were seen walking steadily and resolutely toward the row of gates under the guidance of the staff.

The sunlight shone on them, outlining their powerful and beautiful silhouettes, like seventeen warriors about to step onto the final battlefield.

The atmosphere in front of the stands instantly became both excited and solemn.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the figure closest to the inner rail, dressed in black and gold, exuding an air of unwavering composure.

The Emperor of the East Sea had unconsciously crossed her arms. Her sharp eyes looked over, and her lips moved slightly, as if commenting, or perhaps confirming:

"Gate number one... isn't the most ideal location, so what's the specific arrangement...?"

She didn't name names, but everyone's eyes turned to Yasui Makoto without her noticing.

Yasui Makoto gazed at Kita Genko, who was now standing firmly inside Gate 1, and calmly gave an answer that surprised most people:
"There were no specific tactical arrangements. There was only one idea: to fight head-on without giving an inch."

"Ah...?"

"A head-on clash? A direct confrontation?"

"This... I must say, as expected of you, Yasui..."

Apart from Alice, Yamato Akari, and Alime, who already knew, the other seniors, including Special Week and Vodka, all showed expressions of surprise.

The Emperor of the East Sea was the first to react.

A gleam of admiration flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile:
"Yes, a wise choice! For Xiao Bei right now, this is indeed the most suitable and powerful decision!"

But she immediately frowned slightly, revealing a reasonable concern:
"However, starting like this would probably consume a lot of energy."

"After all... those gathered here are all strong, and none of them will easily admit defeat. Moreover... their primary target should be Xiao Bei."

"So, regarding physical stamina... are there any plans to address this?"

Yasui Makoto sensed the genuine concern beneath the student council president's cheerful tone, and he patiently explained:
"Yes, I've considered it."

“During training, including now, Suko has been provided with nutritional supplements and a rapid recovery plan. Yamato is responsible for monitoring her real-time condition to ensure she is within the limits. Alimee has also been handling various logistical matters. There is nothing to worry about.”

"more importantly……"

He paused, then turned his gaze back to the starting point:
"I believe that she is in a condition that can support this kind of bold running style."

"Her stamina is top-notch."

His explanation was clear and logical, and carried a reassuring calmness that dispelled the slight doubts on everyone's faces.

At this moment, the clamor of the arena and the fervor of the commentators reached their final climax:

"So!
"now!
"Right here!"
"The grandest and most exhilarating year-end celebration is about to begin! A stage that brings together countless dreams and glories:"
"G1! Arima Memorial! Turf 2500m!"
"The gates of destiny are about to open!"
"Ladies and gentlemen..."

The commentator, using all his remaining strength, roared out the final command:

"Start!!"

boom--! ! !
The loud bang of the gate opening was like a thunderclap!
Almost at the same instant, the figure of the Northern Black Horse burst out violently from Gate No. 1.

That wasn't a simple start; it was the sudden release of a primal force that had been building up for a long time, carrying an unstoppable and resolute momentum. Her push-off was extremely fierce, her right foot instantly unleashing terrifying power, actually shattering the well-maintained turf beneath her feet. A piece of turf the size of a washbasin, mixed with soil, rolled up in response!

Almost at the same moment she exerted her strength, as the worst-case scenario predicted before the match unfolded:
The outer gates are No. 2, No. 3, No. 4... and even the further-away No. 5 gate.

Several figures, like sharks that have smelled blood, or like the most frenzied crowd at a festival, rushed inward without the slightest hesitation!
That was by no means a mob just there to join in the fun.

The Golden Performer's eyes were as cold as knives, the Musketeer's gaze was calm yet carried an undeniable pressure, the strongest man on the mountain even had an excited fighting spirit on his face, and the power of the forest was like a moving wall...

They are all the strongest racehorse girls of this era, and their goals at this moment are remarkably similar:
Lock her up!
From the very beginning, they completely shut down her best-practiced lead-and-leave style and any possible room for maneuver!

She had checked before leaving the gate and found that the grass on the track was in excellent condition, thanks to Arima Kinen.

However, the trampling from the previous race has still affected the innermost lane, and the position she is currently running towards is definitely not ideal.

The better running line is actually in the position where those competitors who are squeezing in should have been.

They wanted to use this almost tyrannical collective tactic to force her into a passive position from the very beginning.

But...

The crimson eyes of the Northern Black Steed showed no surprise or panic; instead, they burned with an even more intense flame.

This level of siege is all it takes...

This attempt to restrict her, to trap her...

I want to! Absolutely not! I don't want to!
"Drink——!"

A short, sharp shout burst from her throat.

Instead of slowing down or giving way, she carried out Yasui Makoto's "head-on confrontation" instruction to the extreme!

With the incredible initial velocity gained from a violent stomp, her body shot out like a heavy cannonball.

She did not turn inward.

Instead, she moved with an indomitable and domineering momentum, taking the initiative and boldly moving to the side and front, towards the direction where the golden performer was first crowding and squeezing towards gate number 2...

It suddenly "crashed" into us!

That wasn't a collision that went out of control.

Instead, it was a precise, forceful, and demonstrative seizure of the route!
Her shoulder almost brushed against the Golden Pianist's body. Her unstoppable and fierce momentum carried a strong sense of oppression, causing the Golden Pianist, who was originally intending to squeeze, to suddenly shrink his pupils and subconsciously tighten his core, controlling his steps.

It was that fleeting hesitation that caused the problem.

The northern black horse forcefully squeezed through the almost impassable gap between the golden actor and the inner railing.

It forcefully seized a favorable position, slightly ahead of the horse's length!

"what?!"

A gasp erupted from the audience.

Who would have thought that the Northern Black Horse, which was in a disadvantageous position at Gate 1 and surrounded by multiple forces, would use such a tough and even domineering approach to tear open a gap in the encirclement!
She was not locked on the inside as her opponent had hoped.

Instead, she declared to all the audience and all her opponents with an incredibly assertive attitude:
There were no compromises in today's match!

Only a head-on, relentless defeat is possible!

(End of this chapter)