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

Even though the person in charge was human and it wasn't a competition, he still found it difficult to withstand the terrifying aura emanating from Rudolf.

"Hoo... As expected, only the president can put so much pressure on people when he says these things. He even scared the organizers away. Qianming, aren't you also a working professional? You should learn from him."

Qianming chose to roll his eyes to avoid yet another of Gold Victory's sarcastic remarks.

"This guy... he's risking his life to win first place."

"Lacking Oguri's flexibility, yet insisting on using this posture to rush all the way to the finish line, it's as if your body and even your soul have conveyed the greatest fighting spirit to win this race, what's wrong with that?"

It was a pair of figures in second place, just slightly behind, whose silhouettes overlapped at the finish line when viewed from the side.

One of them lunged forward with all his might, and in such a terrible arena, his center of gravity was so low it was almost astonishing.

It's as if every next moment an accident occurs, someone slips, falls, and collapses, which doesn't seem impossible.

Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened in the end.

The image quality wasn't particularly clear.

But among many racehorse girls, one can see the actions she takes that risk her life.

"One was pushing forward with all their might, while the other, in contrast, retreated slightly, and their stride wasn't at its optimal moment when crossing the finish line, which was a bit of a pity."

"What's wrong? Didn't your Central Teresen Academy train you in this area? You just like to achieve excellent results, but you've lost even the most basic will to win?"

"...As if you're not a member of Central Teresa."

While some were dissatisfied with the stance expressed in the phrase "golden victory," Rudolf symbolically continued to explain:

"Indeed, this kind of sprint training is already considered a necessary skill in the current horse girl training at Central Teresen Academy, so it is more likely that her body had a problem before crossing the finish line or even at that very moment."

"If the finish line had been slightly earlier, perhaps the question now would be whether we should have set a tie for first place."

As a well-informed chairman, Rudolf quickly deduced the possible situation after looking at the photo for a while.

One is a stray horse with tufts of hair, determined to keep its head up and move forward with all its might.

One is the stump-haired horse girl who, facing all disadvantages, narrowly missed her goal after risking her life.

If a tie is reached after all internal and external factors are combined, then what remains is the inevitable fate and coincidence.

Of course, it's difficult to judge right and wrong in this matter, and it's not something that those who weren't involved can comment on.

As the interpreters of the finish line photos, the most they can do is maintain the "fairness" of the current competition.

"Well, it's all good this way. She didn't win, she didn't lose, so all things considered, I still came out ahead!"

Only Golden Victory, the biggest winner of the match, wore a rare, radiant smile as he looked at everyone.

Yes, she hadn't laughed this happily in a long time.

Is this what it feels like when the racehorse girl I trained so hard gambled everything to bring me victory?

It's actually... kind of heartbreaking.

A bunch of idiots!

......

The result is now before our eyes.

The sound stopped.

Thoughts paused.

Fujimasa March didn't know how to respond to the result of the competition.

I was feeling a bit tired from the emotional ups and downs, because my body was too exhausted after the game.

She even felt a sense of emptiness in her body several times, which caused discomfort.

My legs were burning and aching, my internal organs felt like they were tied in knots and I felt like all the bones in my body were trembling.

Not to mention the brain, which is already somewhat dull and numb from overuse.

The pain that should have returned long ago when the outcome was decided only belatedly arrived after seeing the results.

"I...did I do well, Shibasaki Trainer?"

His voice trembled several times, his exhaustion tinged with an indescribable pain and complexity.

The march of the reed-haired horse and vine was in full swing; she was actually trying to use the rain to mask her nearly collapsing emotions.

However, unfortunately...

Above Fujimasa's head at this moment was a canopy of umbrellas held up by Shibasaki.

In the hands of the trainer beside him, the sky was solid and still, tears welling up in its eyes without any attempt to hide them.

A large towel was already wrapped around his body.

Aside from the tears that flow from one's own body, there is no other way to lose body heat.

Hearing such a response from the racehorse girl he was training.

Looking at the results flashing on the electronic screen in front of me.

Shibasaki's tone was more mature and composed than usual:

"You've done very well, March."

"You've worked so hard, you've really worked so hard."

"Get some rest, then prepare for the next match..."

As a trainer, Shibasaki finally understood what he should do when facing the racehorse girl in front of him.

Believe that the other person can win, and then offer comfort when she needs you after her defeat.

Let her overcome her failure and then step onto the field again!

......

Is the reality before our eyes the best answer for Oguri Hat?

She doesn't know.

All she knew was that she had to take on this responsibility.

Otherwise, it would be letting everyone down, and even more so, letting down Fujimasa March, with whom I made a promise.

Beside her at that moment was the elated trainer, Kitahara:

"Well done, Little Chestnut Hat!"

"I believed you could win!"

Oguri Hat ultimately won the Golden Youth Tournament.

However, this victory made her feel a little lonely.

Unfortunately, even though she hoped for that miraculous outcome, reality did not grant her wish.

That's fine too...

If it's truly a draw, neither of them knows who should go to the center to help the gold team win, or who should stay in the local area and aim for the East Sea Darby victory.

At this moment, Kitahara couldn't help but recall what Golden Victory had said.

For trainers, it's when their trained racehorse girls stand on the track.

All the trainer has to do is believe that their racehorse girl can win first place.

Yet, this very sentence represents trust in others and belief in oneself.

With blessings from Kitahara, the trainer.

To Kitahara and even Kasamatsu's group, this was likely the kind of strong and straightforward Ash-haired horse girl.

An unexpected and even somewhat bewildering chemical reaction occurred.

"Kitahara..."

"Can I really... do it?"

"Can you accept this victory?"

The umbrella on his head shielded him from the rain, keeping his chestnut hat dry.

But this umbrella also made it impossible for the surprisingly delicate horse girl with the thick hair to hide her tears.

For some reason, she eventually felt a rare moment of timidity.

Perhaps it was because, driven by this competition, she ultimately dared not take that crucial step beyond the local level?

The girl with the goat feathers looked at her trainer with a puzzled expression and asked what might be the last question.

"It's good that we won..."

The emotions were contagious, and even my own voice, which isn't young anymore, became a little hoarse.

"You are destined to conquer the world, you racehorse girl!"

Influenced by Kitahara's voice.

The monster with the goat feathers had tears streaming down its face, but it had stopped crying.

"Little Chestnut Hat, make your mark on the future!"

"Inspire the world with your steps! Give them courage! Give them the strength to live!"

"Then leave the area!"

"Go, let the Central Government change this world!"

How could I be so lame?

Did you want to say something cool in the end, but still failed to make it clear to her?

This was a touching interlude that unfolded on the muddy field as the rain was about to stop, thanks to the victors...

[One move: No. 1, small chestnut hat (horse nose)]

[Second move: Number Five, Fujimasa March (same move)]

[Second work: No. 2, Tamamo Cross (big difference)]

[Fourth move: Number three, East China Sea shark (five-horse body)]