Uma Musume no Nama no Nichijou (Horse Girl), First and foremost

The answer was brief, yet showed no fear whatsoever.

Fujimasa's March, on the contrary, detected a hint of fighting spirit in the other party's tone.

"Aren't you afraid of the monster in the center?"

"She might be scared, but she shouldn't have that fear after the competition."

"That was her match, her victory, her record-breaking performance, but isn't our home stadium in Kasamatsu?"

snort......

You may seem a bit silly, but actually your brain is quite useful when it comes to understanding certain things.

Even Fujimasa March couldn't achieve the absolute nonchalance of Oguri Hat, because she herself fell into a mental trap.

Yes, the opponent is very strong, but on what exactly is that strength based?

A 2,500-meter long-distance race?

What are the strong adaptability of grasslands?

A familiar racetrack?

Or is it due to the ample training she received as a Central Racehorse Girl?

If the above three points are true...

So it seems she really has no reason to worry.

The Golden Youth Tournament is played on sand, and they are not playing in the central area where the other team usually plays.

As for training...

She certainly trusted her trainer, and even more so, she trusted the training consultant from the central government, Kim Seung-ri.

"It seems you've come to your senses."

Little Chestnut Hat glanced at the Fujimasa March.

She noticed that the other person's gaze was no longer as fierce and wary as before, but had returned to the gentle look that had appeared recently.

In her view, that kind of ferocity was more of a fear of the strong.

Just like the animals she had seen in the forest before treated her.

Perhaps this is due to the changes caused by the wins and losses among themselves?

"Yes, I've figured it out. The only remaining gap is in physical ability and experience."

Having regained his composure, or rather, become completely calm, Fujimasa, standing in the audience, glanced down at Tamamo Cross and analyzed:

"However, this difference in experience can be largely offset by the advantage on the field. The remaining outcome will simply depend on whose physical attributes and skill can deliver the best results."

"I might be a little nervous facing this Central Race Horse Girl, but Oguri-chan, when it comes to you, I only have one thought."

Looking at his formidable rival, Fujimasa Hikari, his fighting spirit grew even stronger: "I will take the championship of this Golden Youth Tournament."

If Oguri Hattori beats the Central Horse Girl...

Judging from her previous state, Kitahara probably won't be able to keep her on this small stage in Kasamatsu.

Beat Oguri Hat, and then give her the chance to redeem yourself on the East Sea Darby field.

Having secretly made up his mind, Fujimasa suddenly felt something much heavier than a simple victory or defeat when facing his opponent.

Is this the reason for wanting to win...?

......

"It seems like I don't need to see a doctor anymore... Why don't you pay more attention to your health?"

"Hahaha, it's a competition after all. If we don't go all out, it just doesn't feel right. And look, we won our first big prize tournament, and it's a three-game winning streak!"

Faced with the caring words from the female trainer in front of him.

The petite, spiky horse girl's feelings suddenly became complicated.

What caused the breakdown of their relationship?

When did I begin to see her only as a participant and abandon any of her suggestions?

It was probably when...the family was having financial problems?

Therefore, when faced with this trainer who could not bring him victory, Tamamo Cross's attitude towards him was more of a reproachful disdain.

But it's these kinds of people who stay by your side, regardless of winning or losing, and most of the time they care about your health.

That's why she hasn't had too many injuries or health problems until now.

[Her heart is bigger than other racehorse girls, is that alright?]

"You're a Central Trainer...that's actually a good thing."

[What I want is your guarantee, doctor, regarding Tamamo-chan's health! Does winning a match necessarily have to come at the cost of sacrificing one's health?!]

Too young.

They have absolutely no awareness.

How many female racehorses have burned themselves out on this track?

All you have to do is prepare your tactics and let me win, that's all!

We're still struggling financially.

Therefore, she needs to win this competition; she desperately needs to.

Even if it means running until you break a bone, break your leg, or ruin your career and even the rest of your life.

If Tamamo Cross doesn't do this...

What's going to disappear? Isn't that your hometown?

Therefore, that devilish senior was the trainer he needed most.

To win, any means necessary.

It is unfair to others, but even more unfair to oneself.

Only through training like this can we have a chance to win!

"It's good that you're alright. Let's have someone check you again before your performance on the winner's stage. Otherwise, if you go on stage injured and end up with permanent damage, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?"

"Ah, yes, yes, that's certainly true."

As he spoke, Tamamo Cross seemed to sense something.

Looking up, I saw two young women dressed in casual clothes sitting in the audience.

"We'll listen to you this time."

"It would be such a loss to miss a good show because of an injury."

We fought for victory.

And this time, it's also a fight for "victory"...

It's not like Tamamo Cross to humiliatingly accept kindness after a defeat!

We need to take the initiative!

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Glory of Japanese Horse Girls

"A fantastic match, a stunning comeback that perfectly pulled off a huge comeback, even breaking the match record and that unfounded curse of the reed hair."

"I knew I hadn't misjudged Tamamo Cross; she really did a great job."

The praise was generous; the only pity was that the person in question was not present at the time.

Tamamo Cross has returned to the lounge to rest and then received a medical check-up from the association doctor stationed at the stadium.

"But if Tamamo is this scary, are you still going to send her out to fight against Oguri Hat and the others, President?"

Tamamo Cross's performance also exceeded Maruzensky's expectations.

It was thought that being third in popularity would be a good result if she could at most stay in the top three in her first big prize competition, but unexpectedly, Tamamo Cross broke through the limit and became the winner.

"Send, why don't we send?"

"As I've already said, we sent out 'ordinary' racehorses back then. At that time, we had already decided on our racehorses and even went through the procedures of the Horse Girls Association to allow the Central Racehorses to participate in local races."

"If this is changed at the last minute, wouldn't that make me, Rudolf, a symbol of faithlessness?"

His words were spoken with righteous indignation and even carried a hint of keeping his word.

The problem is that Tamamo Cross, who was just an ordinary racehorse girl two months ago, is now clearly not someone that ordinary racehorse girls can compare to.

Moreover, this comparison method involves comparing female horses from Central Racecourse.

Oguri Hat and Fujimasa March: They're from a local horse racing girl background...

"How terrifying... I never thought you would scheme against Little Gold like this. Has the president finally managed to get rid of Little Gold's shadow after all this hard work? My heart aches for you."

Maruzensky, as a caring older sister, was quite taken aback when she heard her junior give such a response without batting an eye.

She simply smiled and directly exposed a hidden shadow in the corner of Rudolf's heart.

In that instant, the emperor's aura burst forth.

The aura was almost tangible, making the surroundings extremely viscous and carrying an indescribable sense of terror.

Fortunately, the people in the VIP seats had already moved to the winners' stage to wait for the performance, leaving only the two racehorse girls in the area.

The symbol of Rudolf, who, having been touched on a sore spot, tries to force someone into submission.

Maruzensky, who is malicious yet capable of fighting against them.

The two racehorse girls clashed in a battle of wits, yet neither managed to exert any real influence on the other.

"If White Disaster didn't think of this, then it's reasonable that the racehorse girl she trained lost to me."

"Besides, I've seen Oguri Hat's potential. If White Disaster were to be nurtured with all his might, Tamamo Cross might not be able to defeat him."

It refutes consequentialism and directly uses its own judgment as the theoretical basis.