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

With a helpless smile, he spread his hands.

"Someone wrote a Chinese character incorrectly again, but I don't know who it is."

"Entry complete!"

The broadcast started.

Poetry and wine paused their steps.

She raised her head, her dark eyes scanning the stands through her slightly long bangs.

Wow, there are so many people.

Poetry and Wine sighed softly in their hearts.

There's nothing we can do about it.

She reached up and adjusted her collar, tying it tighter.

'Then let's give it our all.'

Poetry and wine stride toward the gate.

The hem of the black trench coat billowed behind him, like a pair of folded black wings.

She did not respond to anyone's expectations.

The girl simply wanted to reclaim what belonged to her... the view at the very front.

"boom!"

The moment the gate opens.

The air at Zhongshan Racecourse was shattered by this crisp sound.

The atmosphere in the entire audience began to boil over.

"The race begins! The horses have a steady start—no! Someone's breaking out!"

Before Misato Akasaka could even finish speaking, a black lightning bolt had already torn apart the orderly herd of horses.

Without the slightest hesitation, Poetry and Wine reacted with astonishing speed at the start.

One step, two steps.

The black trench coat fluttered behind him, its dark lining billowing like a pair of black wings unfurling behind him.

This time, Poetry and Wine didn't launch a frenzied sprint like in her debut match; her movements were more concise and precise. The young woman wasn't "escaping" from her opponents; she was going to walk towards her rightful throne with an air of naturalness.

Shortly after the start, there was a sharp uphill climb.

This is the first warning the Zhongshan racetrack gave to the runaway horse girl.

The other female horses were still adjusting their breathing, trying to find a balance between fighting for position and conserving energy.

But poetry and wine did not slow down.

She lowered her center of gravity slightly, her tall riding boots treading on the somewhat sticky grass, each step as steady as a rock.

She was like a hot knife cutting into butter, gliding effortlessly over the slope that terrified countless horse girls.

Although she didn't pull much ahead of the other horse riders, there's no doubt that the uphill climb with poetry and wine didn't overly deplete her energy.

[Go with the flow]

This is a skill indirectly mastered through poetry and wine with the help of a dual-turbo system.

And the current situation...

The first one.

She managed to get to the inside lane.

Poetry and wine took the lead.

Then, instead of continuing to accelerate wildly and widen the gap, she began to stabilize her speed at a critical point that made the horses behind her uncomfortable with a more delicate control.

[Anxiety about the rear]

"That's amazing."

In the stands, Narita couldn't help but grip the railing tightly.

As an experienced senior, she immediately saw the trick to it.

"That was the first uphill section at Zhongshan Racecourse that was the most difficult to handle... and she didn't even have much of a fluctuation in her breathing rhythm."

Naritaji's purple-gold eyes were filled with surprise.

"Moreover, her sense of positioning... she blocked everyone behind her. If they wanted to chase her, they would have to expend more energy, and if they didn't want to chase her, they would be thrown off their rhythm."

Is this how she runs?

Once you reach the middle of the track, you enter the straightaway.

Poetry and wine are leading the way.

There was no one in sight.

There were only the extended guardrails and the cool breeze of early spring.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 190 During the Competition

'breathe……'

She could hear her own breathing.

It became steady and regular, beginning to synchronize with the rhythm of the wind.

The words of the silent Suzuka echoed in my mind:

Don't listen to the footsteps behind you. Let the world consist only of you and the sound of the wind.

[Swift Steps]

Poetry and wine slightly narrowed their eyes.

The sound of horses' hooves behind her was chaotic and heavy; her opponents, whose rhythm she had taken control of, were anxiously trying to find a way out.

Someone tried to overtake from the outside lane.

She is a chestnut-haired horse girl and is the second most popular contestant in this competition.

Poetry and wine have no turning back.

She didn't even twitch her ears; she simply remained impassive as the other person was about to accelerate—

I slightly increased my pace.

It was like throwing a pebble into a calm lake.

The opponent, who was just about to exert his strength, instantly felt an invisible wall pressing down on him. The distance didn't close; instead, this slight acceleration completely disrupted his breathing rhythm.

[Anxiety about the rear]

In the VIP section.

"That's terrifying."

Qi Cao looked at the stopwatch in his hand, his brows furrowed.

"The first 1000 meters, 60.5 seconds. Not fast, not slow, just right at the average pace that makes chasing the horse girl the most uncomfortable."

"Not only that."

Rudolph's symbolic purple eyes reflected the solitary black figure leading the race on the track.

"She is 'dominating' the game."

The emperor's voice was deep, filled with undisguised admiration.

"These are the qualities a newcomer should have."

“This running style,” Rudolf paused, “is much smarter than Ace.”

Maruzensky took off his sunglasses and said happily.

"And that outfit really suits her! When she runs, she looks like a black cloud floating by! Mabui (beautiful)!"

As the race entered its second half, the pace changed.

The herd of horses behind us began to stir.

No one wanted to just stand by and watch another newcomer take the championship trophy away.

"The group at the rear is starting to accelerate! Someone is trying to break out from the outer path! The other horse chasers are close behind!"

"They want to close the gap before the final corner!"

The massive sound of horseshoes pounding the ground drew near, and a torrent of water, attempting to engulf everything, surged forth.

Poetry and wine have not turned back.

The water ghost was struggling to grip her shoulders, making faces at the herd of horses behind them.

'It's so noisy.'

Poetry and Wine frowned.

Since you want to pursue them, you feel that the distance isn't desperate enough.

Then-

[lv.2 Whistling sound, this is the light hoofbeat of a golden goose]

A sharp pain shot through the black horse's heart.

"Poetry and wine—! Speed ​​it up!!"

The commentator's passionate voice pierced the sky.

Just when everyone thought she would conserve her energy for the final fast-paced hill and should defend,

The girl's black figure erupted once again without warning.

The hem of the trench coat suddenly billowed back, revealing a dark lining.

Poetry and wine lowered his center of gravity, and the muscles in his legs tensed instantly, unleashing a chilling power.

"boom!"

As if an engine had been reignited, the violent power of poetry and wine tore a horrific wound into the grassland.

"what!"

The audience members in the stands gasped in surprise.

Two students standing next to Narita Road began discussing the matter with serious expressions.

"Hey, did you see that? That acceleration just now?"

"This is really illogical... She seems to have preserved her stamina very well."

"It's good that the weather is nice today. It seems that the reason why Ennis failed in the Yayoi Sho was because of the weather, right?"

"Yes, the victory of the runaway horse girl is also closely related to the weather."

Pioneers

In the middle of a match, it is less likely to deplete one's stamina; this is the last technique that Silent Suzuka imparted to her regarding poetry and sake before the Yayoi Sho.

and so…

Heading towards the finish line, towards a view no one had ever seen before, the black-clad girl launched a greedy plunder.

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

The gap has not narrowed; on the contrary, it is widening at a visible rate!

The opponents behind him wore expressions of despair.

They waved their arms and moved their legs frantically, but could only watch helplessly as the black figure grew farther and farther away, smaller and smaller.

It's a truly suffocating feeling of powerlessness.

It's like chasing a shooting star that streaks across the night sky; no matter how far you reach out, you can't touch its tail.