I'm Ornn, and I'm about to be beaten to my knees by the Man-eating Horse Girl!

I'm Ornn, and I'm about to be beaten to my knees by the mare-girl! (Author: 1300-degree coffee cup)

(Harem) (Various stalks such as Haihu) (There are gang conflicts, family feuds, and beatings to the knees) (This book mainly refers to the timeline of Ashima Cinderella) (A certain degree of villainization and time and space confusion) (Note: OOC for this strange book)

The visitor from another world picked up Ornn's hammer and inherited his will, so he named himself "Ornn" in the other world.

Ornn was trapped in the blacksmith shop and lived a short isolated life.

Until one day, a reed-haired horse girl with two ears walked into his blacksmith shop, pushing him into a future of being eaten by mares.

Ornn, who knew nothing about training, eventually became the trainer of a being who called himself "Oddurama".

Kill from the local to the central, kill from the Kasamatsu Yakuza to the Tokyo underworld, kill from Mejiro Castle to... kill out of the emperor's chambers!

Can Ornn, master of the power of forging, escape the blockades of the demonic Dian, the wild Huang Shiren, and the mad Mejiro Castle?! Can he defy the horse girls who possess the power of the three goddesses?

Facing an onslaught of both straight balls and smaller pieces, can the god of casting and smelting, the ancient Greek god of horseshoes, and the holder of the Great Chestnut King withstand it?

Hee! Absolutely! It’s easy!

Please watch the next episode, the death of Ornntorena!

Volume 1: Important Information Before Viewing

Please read this notice before reading the main text.

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This is a fan fiction based on the Uma Musume Pretty Derby game worldview, some real-world worldviews, the Uma Musume Pretty Derby anime worldview, the Cinderella Girls worldview, the worldviews of many NGA mystery novels, the worldviews of Japanese mystery novels, and my own additions and modifications. Therefore, it will inevitably contain out-of-character (OOC) elements, as well as many fan fiction settings.

Since everyone has a different definition of "secondary creation", I will refer to it as "out of character" here.

This article will inevitably depict some of the darker aspects of society and human nature, such as relationships between people, conflicts between forces, and the interplay between dreams and reality. This is more of an urban fiction theme, but since the Makoto fanfiction category is urban youth, some of these descriptions are to be expected.

Aside from the ending, the three goddesses are unable, or rather, find it very difficult, to directly interfere with reality, which can be understood as a kind of Dharma-ending Age.

If you experience any discomfort while reading, please exit the book before reaching the paid chapters to avoid further losses.

This is a lighthearted story set in a chaotic world of good and evil, but the world-building incorporates many elements from fantasy novels and reality, and there will absolutely be no overpowered plots such as "The Dragon King kneels down" or "The Ox".

If you feel any discomfort after reading, I sincerely apologize. After all, novels are a dish that cannot please everyone; it is impossible to have both a slightly "weird" worldview and a "thrilling" plot.

I don't consider myself an author, but rather a reader who knew the plot an hour or two earlier than you. In terms of writing ability, I do have a lot to lack.

Because the official timelines for the real world, anime, OVA, manga, Oguri Hat Gaiden, mobile game main story Sirius Team, and mobile game character development don't have a unified timeline, I, a lousy novelist, have to set it myself. Some of the timelines for Magi-chan that I'm not familiar with will be moved forward.

At the same time, I will also explore the details of the Uma Musume world that have always been avoided. This is actually a brainstorming idea conceived by the authors of the Strange Blog and myself.

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Volume 1: Initial Plateau

Chapter 1 The Third Pot of Gold in Life

"Hey, Ornn~, long time no see! How's business lately?"

A slightly exaggerated voice rang out in a dimly lit room, seemingly startling the young man who was lying on the sofa.

The young man sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked at the uninvited guest in front of him and said, "Oh, it's you. Didn't we agree that you would come to pick up your things this afternoon? Why are you here so early?"

"Stop calling me by your broken Japanese-accented English, just call me Orn."

The newcomer was dressed in a sharp black suit, with matte black gloves trimmed with gold thread. A smile played on his usually stern, angular face.

He exuded an extremely heavy aura, like the aura of a superior who had long held a high position and naturally developed it. It would not be an exaggeration to describe him as having "his sharp edge fully revealed."

Hearing the young man's complaints, the middle-aged man wasn't angry at all. Instead, he chuckled and said, "In that case, I'll call you Mr. [Mister O], how about that?"

Orn's eye twitched. He sighed, stood up amidst the middle-aged man's hearty laughter, and said helplessly, "Alright, Mr. Beidao, I'll go get your custom-made sword now. Please stop torturing me with that strange pronunciation."

The middle-aged man, referred to as Bei Dao, stroked his beard and then asked, seemingly oblivious to his own embarrassment, "Is my pronunciation really that bad? I had a professional professor from the US give me on-site instruction!"

"Hey! I hired her for a hefty 10,000 yen an hour! Just like that legendary beautiful bodyguard who can take down three people in a second, not only is her figure amazing, but her face is also very pretty..."

Orn didn't continue arguing with Beidao. He turned and went into a room, then took out the long knife that the lecherous old man had ordered.

"Here it is, the 166cm extended katana you specifically requested. The pendant is a small item I specially forged, and the hilt is wrapped with the dark red hemp rope you provided."

"Do you want to pull it out and try?"

Ornn held up the longsword with both hands and handed it to the eager Kitajima.

The middle-aged man took off his sunglasses, and a deep sense of admiration flashed in his usually fierce, triangular eyes.

Unlike Orn's casual attitude towards the katana, Kitajima was much more reverent towards this weapon.

He took the massive blade, which was only 12 centimeters shorter than him, and gently gripped the hilt, exposing its cold gleam to the slightly stuffy indoor air.

The sword's blade was gleaming and flawless. Upon closer inspection, one could see intricate patterns encircling its surface. When the blade was fully displayed in the room, Kitajima could even feel the temperature in the entire room drop significantly.

He carefully lifted the blade with both hands, then gently stroked one side of the katana's sharp edge.

A buzzing sound slowly rang out as his fingers brushed across the blade; this was a characteristic of a top-grade weapon: the sword's hum.

The buzzing sound echoed in the somewhat cramped room, even causing the lenses of the sunglasses hanging around Bei Dao's neck to vibrate.

"...What a fine sword! This is the best katana I've seen in my thirty-eight years."

After a long silence, Kitajima exclaimed, "Mr. Orn, this is indeed the most powerful katana I have ever seen in my life... no, I should call it a work of art."

"It's no exaggeration to say that even the nodachi enshrined at the Yahiko Shrine in Niigata Prefecture is probably no match for this divine weapon you forged!"

He carefully sheathed his katana, then smiled and said, "I am very satisfied with this custom order, Lord Orn. ​​I look forward to our future cooperation."

As he spoke, he prepared to walk towards the entrance.

Orn raised an eyebrow, kicked up a long stick lying on the floor, then twirled it lightly with his right hand and said in an unfriendly tone, "Hey, North Island, your days of coming to my place all the time are over. Give me the contract fees for this and last order."

Kitajima raised an eyebrow, placed the katana on the sofa beside him, and said casually, "If you want it, you'll have to come and get it yourself. You know the rules."

(Undefined drum beats)

Orn shook his head and chuckled, "I knew you'd say that."

"Mr. Bei Dao, please be careful."

Before he finished speaking, Ornn suddenly spurred his staff forward, sending a gust of wind straight toward Beidao's face!

Beidao clearly hadn't expected Ornn to move so quickly; this unsportsmanlike sneak attack made him laugh.

He could only scramble to the side in a disheveled manner, shouting at the last moment, "You! You young man... how can you be so uncivilized!!"

"As a senior, I must advise you, young man, to uphold martial ethics!"

Ornn, having missed his attack, sneered, "You bastard! What's the point of talking to a scoundrel who owes you money?!"

"If you don't hand over the money today, I'll see if I break your third leg!"

As he spoke, Orn once again swung his long staff, each move aimed straight at Beidao's weak points in the lower body!

Beidao did want to resist, but Ornn's underhanded moves were too restrictive. Within just five rounds, his third leg was already pinned down by Ornn's long staff.

He quickly pulled a black card from his pocket and pleaded, "Hey! Hey! Hey! That's enough! That's enough! I can't go any further!"

"Here you go! This is payment for both! Also, I'll send you the forging materials you requested later, my good sir! Is that alright with you?!"

With a flick of his staff, Orn seized the black card.

He then lay down on the sofa he had just sat on, waved to Bei Dao, and said, "Alright, Brother Bei Dao, take care, I'm going to rest for a while."

"If you need anything next time, just contact me via email."

A somewhat disheveled Beidao stood up from the ground, dusted himself off, and then hesitated before saying, "Auen, are you really not going to work for my family's company? The pay won't be low, you know. In just one year, you can buy a two-story, 300-square-meter detached villa in Tokyo!"

The figure slumped on the sofa waved his hand, and then fell silent.

"Heh, this brat is pretty stubborn."

Kitajima sighed helplessly, then turned and walked out of the somewhat stuffy room.

Just seconds after he stepped out of the room, several men in black rushed forward. A few of them carefully took the katana, and the leader of the men in black bowed to Beidao and asked in a low voice, "Master, has he agreed?"

"It's not that easy. Just as you reported, he does indeed possess extremely powerful forging techniques."

At this point, Bei Dao paused, looking at the greatsword already placed in the enormous sandalwood box, and changed his tune, saying, "Calling it technology is probably an insult to it; it's more like a kind of 'magic,' isn't it? Just like the designers of those final battle outfits."

"I never expected to meet a blacksmith here who can forge such exquisite items. It seems that Amaterasu is blessing my northern home."

The man in black smiled slightly and flattered, "With the patriarch in charge, the prosperity of the Northern Clan is inevitable."

Surprisingly, the person in charge of guarding the North Island was a woman. The hat on her head was trembling slightly, as if something underneath was constantly pushing up the brim.

Beidou got into the spacious sedan, and after instructing her to take precautions, the female guard also got into the extended sedan.

"Heh, with me in command, the Northern Clan might not necessarily prosper..."

"The family's affairs are still too much like those of the underworld. The transformation strategy has recently been launched, but if we're talking about the simplest transformation method, then it has to be that one."

"that?"

The guard followed Beidou's gaze and looked out the window. He saw several girls running on the sand not far away. The girls had two ears on their heads and their ponytails swayed in the wind, adding a touch of life to this rural town.

The head of the Beidou family's gaze deepened, and he said, "If the Beidou family gradually transforms into a family that operates a horse racing business, then its reputation will naturally turn around, and the process of this turnaround will be quite rapid."

"After all, this is an event watched by the Three Goddesses."

Upon hearing this, the guard suddenly realized and said, "So that's why you've recently started sponsoring impoverished horse girls to participate in races, Master!"

"Could it be... that Miss's joining Tereson Junior High School was also your arrangement?"

The head of the Hokuto family nodded: "Yes, Hokuto likes racing, and I've had the trainers from the Satomi and Mejiro families look at her. She is indeed very suitable for racing."

“As the daughter of my Northern Rokuro, she should be equipped with the best equipment, and she should become the most dazzling new star in Japan.”

"Auen is great in every way, except he stays home all the time. I even doubt if he recognizes Ma Niang anymore!"

The guard covered his mouth and chuckled, "How could anyone not recognize Ma Niang? I think Mr. Ao will soon be moved by the patriarch's sincerity."

Beidou shook his head and said helplessly, "Maybe. I just hope to recruit this genius before Xiao Bei enters the high school."

“Unlike those ordinary people, Xiao Bei’s future will definitely not be limited to this place.”

"Kasamatsu is ultimately a small place, and the horses here have no chance of ever stepping into a real racetrack."

He glanced at the girls running in the distance outside the window, then lost all interest in looking up again.

The head of the Beidou family simply sat quietly in the car and began his daily meditation practice.

Maintaining abundant physical strength is the secret to ruling the northern underworld.

A black luxury sedan roared past on the road, kicking up clouds of dust, which also made the two women traveling together get a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough cough!! What kind of car is that?! Can't you see there are people around?! Just because you have money doesn't mean you can do anything! What bad luck!!"

A girl, slightly shorter than the katana forged by Orn, coughed violently. She turned her head and said to the white-haired girl, who was taller than the katana, "Oguri, are you choking?"

The white-haired girl shook her head blankly. Gazing at the disappearing silhouette of the car in the distance, she said softly, "Perhaps it's because I'm tall that I didn't get dust in my eyes."

The little girl, already choked by the dust, was choked again by what the white-haired man said. She let out a loud "Wow!" and then ran across the street like the wind.

As she ran, she faked crying, "Waaah!! I never thought Xiao Li would bully me too! I even came to care about you being bullied at school! And you treat me like this!! I'm going back now! I'm so heartbroken!!"

The white-haired girl stared blankly at her companion's departing figure until it disappeared completely, before she finally came to her senses.

"Ah, Guanghui... ran away."

She sighed, then decided to jog home.

This is also her daily exercise routine. Kasamatsu's Treson is exactly 2,400 meters from her home, which is perfect for her to practice running.

But today, things went wrong. Just as she reached the 1800-meter mark, her shoes, unable to withstand the strain, completely broke down.

The exhilarating sensation of stepping onto the gravel road made even the dazed girl react very quickly.

She fell forward, landing face-first on the rough pavement.

"Ouch...it hurts..."

The girl stood up, lifted her right foot, looked at the new running shoes with the sole and upper separated, and couldn't help but sigh.