Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

"Fumino, why don't you come along too?"

"I'll be the referee."

Naze Fumino stood by the net, holding a whistle in her hand, with an expression that kept everyone at arm's length.

"Ugh—that's so boring—"

"Someone needs to be the referee, otherwise the game can't go on."

"Alright alright……"

Poetry and Wine stood in the shade at the edge of the beach, watching the lively scene over there.

My body has indeed recovered.

She just tried running a few steps on the beach and found that her legs were light and agile. Although she wasn't as good as a normal horse girl, she was still considered healthy.

The long-lost feeling of being able to freely control her body gave her a sense of being in another world.

"Little wine—!"

Diamond Treasure ran out from the crowd, its silver-gray horse ears swaying merrily.

"Want to play ball together?"

"No."

"Hey—why—"

"I'll keep an eye on it."

Poetry and Wine spoke in a very calm tone; she simply had no interest in volleyball.

Diamond Treasure drooped its head in disappointment, but quickly cheered up again.

"I'll come keep you company after I finish playing! Wait for me!"

After she finished speaking, she ran back onto the field.

Poetry and Wine watched her retreating figure, their gazes softening slightly.

Then she turned her head, her gaze sweeping across the crowd, landing on a rather inconspicuous figure.

Riko Kashimoto.

The black-haired trainer stood in the shade by the field, arms crossed, watching the female horses on the field.

Poetry and Wine looked at her, their brows furrowing slightly.

Riko Kashimoto's expression was not quite right.

She looked paler than yesterday, and her lips were almost bloodless.

She stood there in a seemingly normal posture.

But upon closer observation, Poetry and Wine noticed that her center of gravity was somewhat unstable, and she would sway slightly from time to time.

"Riko-senpai! You should come too!"

Akashi Tsubaki waved to her from the field.

"I won't, you guys play."

Riko Kashimoto's voice was a little hoarse.

"Ugh—that's so boring—"

"I'll watch your things for you."

"All right--"

Akashi Tsubaki didn't ask any more questions and turned to focus on the game.

Poetry and Wine hesitated for a moment as they watched Riko Kashimoto's retreating figure.

The horse ears on its head folded back slightly, then quickly straightened up again.

She is not good at handling this kind of situation.

Especially when facing Riko Kashimoto.

The conflict between the original owner and Riko Kashimoto was too great.

Although she didn't know why, Riko Kashimoto's attitude towards her was much better this time they met.

Was it because she saved the Diamond Treasure? In the rain.

Three years is like a bottomless chasm, standing between the two of them.

Poetry and wine utterly despise such interpersonal interactions.

But the lightness that comes with physical recovery seems to give poetry and wine a little extra courage.

The dark-haired woman who had paid her medical bills looked too vulnerable for her to pretend she hadn't seen.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 115 Don't be like that!

Poetry and wine stride forward, heading in that direction.

Riko Kashimoto leaned against the trunk of a palm tree, watching the game on the field.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

I must have caught a cold last night.

She thought to herself.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and my whole body ached.

But she is a veteran here and is also in charge of this training camp.

She had to be there.

She just didn't expect the symptoms to be more pronounced than she anticipated.

Now I feel tired just standing, and my vision occasionally blurs for a moment.

"You look terrible."

A calm voice suddenly rang out from the side.

Riko Kashimoto was startled, her body tensed up abruptly, and then she swayed due to dizziness.

She turned her head and saw that Poetry and Wine had somehow appeared beside her.

The black-haired girl wore a simple white T-shirt and black shorts, her hands in her pockets, her black ponytail and ears swaying gently in the sea breeze.

His eyes, which were usually listless, were much brighter now, staring straight at her.

"It is you."

Riko Kashimoto quickly composed herself, trying to regain her usual capable and aloof demeanor.

"Aren't you going to play over there? It's a rare treat to come to the beach."

"Not interested."

Poetry and wine answered briefly, but his gaze never left Riko Kashimoto's face.

"You have a fever?"

"...I'm just a little tired."

Riko Kashimoto instinctively retorted, while crossing her arms in front of her chest, trying to hide her weakness.

"I just haven't rested well. Don't worry about me."

"You're shaking."

Poetry and wine were pointed out without reservation.

"Do you need me to carry you to the hospital? Or will you go back by yourself?"

Riko Kashimoto was stunned.

She looked at the problem child in front of her who had previously caused her such a huge mess.

"...When did it become your place to tell me what to do?"

Riko Kashimoto gave a wry smile, her voice tinged with helplessness.

"Poetry and Wine Trainer"

She deliberately emphasized the title.

"This is basic observation skills."

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

A subtle tension permeated the air.

Finally, it was Riko Kashimoto who looked away first.

She sighed, as if she had finally given up on something she was holding onto.

"I am fine."

Her voice softened a bit.

"It's really just a slight chill. You know, the temperature difference is quite large at the beach."

"Then go back and lie down."

"But this way..."

“I’m here with Akashi Tsubaki.”

Poetry and wine interrupted her.

"Nothing will go wrong."

Riko Kashimoto looked at her, as if trying to discern something from that calm face.

After that incident three years ago, they were like two parallel lines, never truly intersecting again.

Why did you come here?

Riko Kashimoto suddenly asked.

"You could have just pretended not to see it."

Poetry and wine fell silent for a moment.

She looked at the distant sea and at the horse girls running around laughing.

why?

Maybe it's because she's in a good mood right now?

"Because you look like you're about to collapse."

Poetry and wine offer the most straightforward reason.

"It would be a big problem if the person in charge of the training camp fainted during the training camp."

Is that so?

"what."

Riko Kashimoto let out a short laugh.

"That reason is really... not quite like your style."

"You used to be much more reckless than this."

"That's true."

"Ok."

Riko Kashimoto nodded and straightened up, leaning against the tree trunk.

"Then I'll trouble you... to keep an eye on those kids for me."

"I know."

Poetry and wine nodded in agreement.