Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 610 She Did Not Slow Down

Northern Black Horse's decision was like a silent thunderclap that exploded over the racetrack.

Without the slightest hesitation, her resolute confidence transformed into a more stable and sustained acceleration.

Her figure, clad in a black and gold victory outfit, resembled a black lightning bolt cleaving through a sea of ​​green grass, steadily and resolutely widening the distance between her and the group behind her with almost ruthless efficiency.

One horse body, two horse bodies, three horse bodies...

Five horse bodies.

Her stride remained as efficient and precise as the lead-and-lead running method, but her rhythm was clearly improving.

Interestingly, this acceleration was not explosive.

Instead, it rises like the tide, slowly but unstoppably.

So much so that her opponents, who were closely watching her from behind, initially felt tense but then developed the illusion that she could "keep up with him."

The team roared through the bend on the left side of the grandstand, cut into the curve, and then surged onto the long straight on the opposite side of the grandstand.

At this point, the race had covered approximately 1300 meters.

It was only then that the female racehorses in the rear group suddenly realized something was wrong!
"This...! When did the gap... widen to this extent?!"

Tian Di Song, who was at the forefront of the group, suddenly looked up, his sharp gaze behind his glasses sweeping forward, and a chill ran through him.

That black and gold figure had somehow taken the lead, and the gap had widened to seven or eight horse lengths!

"She's accelerating...she's been accelerating!" she couldn't help but exclaim to herself.

Behind her, Satomi Noble's expression changed. She tried to steady her breathing, but the receding figure in front of her brought immense psychological pressure.

Further back, Sheng Zhishi gritted his teeth, his heart sinking:

"Oh no... I've gotten caught up in her rhythm! In this situation... do I have to move forward now?!"

The moment of choice cruelly confronts every racehorse girl determined to win.

Chase?
Starting now at full speed means taking a huge risk of exhausting your stamina prematurely in order to fill the seemingly hopeless gap ahead.

On the 2500-meter-long Arima Kinen track, especially at the Nakayama racecourse known for its high energy consumption, this is nothing short of a gamble.

Not chasing?

Are we just going to stand by and watch her leave everyone else in the dust and easily snatch the glory of the Autumn Triple Crown?
Arima's victory, the title of the strongest at the end of the year... how can we give it up so easily?
After a brief period of hesitation and struggle, some of the instinct to win outweighed some of the rational considerations.

"We can't let her get away like this!" Tian Di Song's eyes flashed with a sharp light behind his glasses. He broke the balance of the central group first, and with a burst of speed, he began to chase after them.

"Hmph!" Satomi Noble started moving almost simultaneously, and Golden Performer and Katsunoshiki also moved forward with tense faces.

Behind them, with a glance, Mi Qifei, who was also in the lead, gritted her teeth and followed.

Sen Xunzhi remained silent, but his pace noticeably quickened.

The sudden start of the racehorses was like throwing several boulders into a relatively calm lake, instantly triggering a chain reaction.

The rhythm of the team was disrupted in the middle and later stages, and in order to hold their positions or avoid being blocked, more racehorses were forced to accelerate or change lanes.

The team's formation, which was originally fairly orderly, devolved into a somewhat chaotic and intense battle as they entered the straight section opposite the stands.

The struggle for positions and the fight for routes consumed their precious energy, which should have been reserved for the final battle.

With a hint of tension, the commentator's voice rang out at the opportune moment:

The situation has changed!

"The Northern Black Horse rider is still in the lead, with a very clear advantage."

"But the rear group began to stir. Several strong racehorse girls, including Tendai-song, Satomi Noble, Miki-hime, and Mori-no-Takeshi, started to close the gap, trying to reduce the distance between themselves and the leader. The line became very long."

"The final qualifying riders have been left more than fifteen horse lengths behind, and the gap between them and the leader is about ten horse lengths!"
"Worried gasps could be heard from the stands. Northern Black Horse... is this running style really okay?"

At the very front of the stands, the atmosphere in the viewing area of ​​Treson Academy was equally somber.

Wow... the difference is huge!

Chunqiu covered her mouth with her little hands, her eyes wide with a mixture of pride and fear: "Senior Xiaobei is so amazing... But, but if you run so fast, won't you run out of energy later?"

Almond-eyed was also tense, instinctively grabbing the hem of Golden Ship's clothes beside her: "Stamina... Senior Kobe, she..."

"Hey, hey, don't pull, don't pull, little almond! I just bought these clothes especially for Xiao Bei today..."

Golden Ship feigned disgust, but didn't slap away Almond Eyes' hand, nor did he take his eyes off the runway.

After watching for a moment, she tilted her head and glanced at the serious-looking Yamato Akari and the silent Suzuka to the side:
"Hey, Yamato, Suzuka, you two are the best at taking the lead, shouldn't you slow down and conserve your energy now?"

As soon as Golden Ship finished speaking, everyone's eyes in the stands instantly focused on the two racehorses, who were famous for their leading skills.

Especially almond-shaped eyes and spring and autumn equinox eyes, their eyes are wide open, as if they want to stick to the two seniors.

"Generally speaking... yes."

Faced with the question, Yamato Akama hesitated for a moment, crossed his arms, frowned, and slowly nodded:

"Entering the mid-to-late stages, especially after exhaustion, the leader needs to control their speed appropriately to conserve energy for the final straight sprint, otherwise..."

She paused, as if organizing her thoughts, and remained silent for a moment.

“Otherwise, we might be overtaken by our opponents at the last moment due to exhaustion,” Silent Suzuka continued, her voice as gentle as ever, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible worry. “But…”

The two female racehorses paused almost simultaneously, exchanging a surprised look.

Yamato Akama hesitated before speaking, "But, Kita... she didn't slow down..."

“Hmm…” Silent Suzuka added affirmatively, “Not only did she not slow down, but although the speed was very, very small, she was also accelerating extremely ‘slowly’.”

Upon hearing this, apart from Yasui Makoto, Tokai Teio, and Megumi McQueen, who had remained silent until now, the rest of the racehorse girls were slightly startled.

They had no doubt about Yamato Akari and Silent Suzuka's judgment.

In terms of leadership and playmaking ability, these two are among the best in the entire history of the Shining Series.

More importantly, all the female racehorses here are top-notch. Even if they are not very good at leading the way, they have competed with such strong racers and have enough talent and intuition.

Now that they were reminded, they all understood their intuitive judgments.

"Sure enough, I wasn't wrong..." Zhou exclaimed softly, watching the team speeding along the track, "Xiao Bei really is accelerating..."

"It's like the pace has been accelerated since the beginning..." Vodka's expression remained relatively normal, but there was a clear hint of disbelief beneath the tension. "This is really... really..."

She hesitated for a few moments but didn't finish her sentence. The others gradually showed serious expressions, including Yasui Makoto and the others.

Her almond-shaped eyes and her fair complexion made her even whiter.

At this moment, the situation on the track is clear.

The northern black steed galloped ahead in a cloud of dust, while behind it, the second group, led by the Heavenly Emperor Song, was working hard to close the gap.

But the entire team had been stretched into a long and sparse line, with a disparity that was suffocating.

"At this rate... it's practically a one-man show," Zhongshan Qingnian couldn't help but say upon seeing the race's progress. "Xiao Bei's stamina..."

(End of this chapter)