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

"A new universe...?"

Narita nodded, his expression turning serious again.

“I’ve heard of her too. It’s said that she can see ‘stars’ that others can’t… She’s a very difficult opponent.”

"And that Sakura student council president who almost defeated the new universe shouldn't be underestimated either."

The atmosphere in the private room became subtle again.

Although they avoided one monster, it seems they've encountered another alien.

Poetry and Wine put down their chopsticks, raised their heads, and glanced at everyone.

"It's ok."

She said in a cool, clear voice.

"No matter who comes."

Poetry and Wine picked up the oolong tea beside them and gently swirled it.

The water ghost was sitting to the side in a daze when it was startled by the sudden action of Poetry and Wine.

"The championship will always be mine, and I will keep winning."

Nanban paused for a moment, then gave a relieved smile.

"Good! That's ambitious!"

Although his hands were trembling, he gritted his teeth and waved his hand.

"Boss! Two more plates of premium diaphragm! We're all-you-can-eat today! The trainer's treating!"

"Yay!!"

"Long live the trainers!!"

The cheers nearly lifted the roof off.

As Poetry and Wine watched this scene, they picked up another piece of meat.

'What a bunch of idiots.'

The girl's lips curled up slightly.

She looked out the window.

The night was deep, and the neon lights were flashing.

Somewhere in this city, Diamond Treasure is probably undergoing rehabilitation training on its own.

However, given Mr. Sayama's style, he might be eating at the same time.

Thinking of this, Poetry and Wine gripped their glasses tightly.

'The Satsuki Prize, the first crown.'

I will win.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the group left the barbecue restaurant.

"I'm so full... I feel like I've exceeded my energy intake limit this week..."

The poet, who was also involved in the poetry drama, groaned and wailed while touching his belly.

"How about we all have extra practice tomorrow?"

Nanban said jokingly.

"Huh?!"

"Haha, just kidding, let's disband here."

Nanzaka smiled and waved.

"Everyone be careful on the road, especially those who love poetry and wine. Don't wander off like last time."

"I see."

Poetry and wine tightened the collar of his clothes.

"Poetry and wine are my companions!"

Narita ran over, holding a warm can of corn soup.

"Here! This is for cutting through the grease!"

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She smiled and stuffed the can of food into Poetry and Wine's hands.

"The Satsuki Prize is no easy feat! I'll keep cheering you on! For myself too—"

"understood."

Poetry and Wine took the canned goods, feeling the warmth of their palms.

"You should go home early too. Your dark circles haven't gone away yet."

"Hum..."

The golden-haired girl simply smiled smugly.

He bid farewell to everyone.

Poetry and Wine walked alone on the way back to the dormitory.

The streetlights cast long shadows of her, and the hem of her trench coat swayed gently in the night breeze.

She looked up at the night sky above.

Although the stars are not visible.

"A new universe?"

She murmured the name softly.

The black-haired girl turned around and disappeared into the night at Treson Academy.

……

Late March.

The Yayoi Prize trophy has been polished to a shine and is placed in a prominent position in the Canopus event room.

While discussions about the "dark impact of the classic year" continue to heat up in the media, Poetry and Wine, as the parties involved, are now facing an unexpected choice.

The spring rain outside the window pattered softly, casting a hazy filter over Treson Academy.

Poetry and Wine, having just finished their rehabilitation training, pushed open the door and entered, bringing with them a slightly cool, damp feeling.

"sit down."

Nanzaka sat behind a desk piled high with documents.

At this moment, his face was unusually devoid of a gentle smile; his brows were slightly furrowed, making him appear exceptionally solemn.

The man with the tea pointed to the chair opposite him, where a steaming cup of tea had already been placed.

Poetry and Wine casually picked up the towel hanging on the back of the chair, wiped the rainwater from his hair, sat down, and took a sip of tea.

"My physical recovery data should be fine,"

Poetry and wine are enjoyed while feeling the warmth of hot tea.

"If you're worried about Satsuki Sho's form, yesterday's time trial proved my last foot was the best..."

"No, it's not about the Satsuki Prize."

Nanban interrupted her, taking a deep breath as if carefully choosing his words.

"Poetry and wine, it seems we need to revise our spring plans a bit."

He solemnly took out a document from his briefcase, the cover of which was stamped with an elaborate and exquisite gold-embossed sealing wax seal, and then pushed the document to the center of the table.

"Just now, a special envoy from the Japan URA Committee contacted me personally and sent me a special invitation."

Poetry and Wine put down their teacups without even lifting their eyelids, their tone indifferent.

"If you're asking me to film any promotional videos or organize any handshake events, please allow me to refuse. I don't like these things."

"It's much more exciting than that."

Nanban pointed to a line of cursive English text on the document cover.

[The Irish Oaks]

"The Irish Oaks Tournament. This is one of the most prestigious and oldest G1 races in Europe. It is also a crucial stepping stone for the British Triple Crown."

Nanzaka's voice echoed in the activity room.

“In previous years, due to rule reforms and race system protection, the track over there was closed to horse girls from the Far East. But this year, as an exception, they issued a very limited number of invitations to potential newcomers from all over the world.”

At this point, Nansaka stared intently at the always expressionless racehorse girl in her team.

"There is only one condition: the newcomer must be at the classic level and have shown dominance in high-stakes competitions."

"After the Yayoi Prize, the old men on the URA committee unanimously agreed that you are the most qualified candidate this year."

"They really hope you can accept this invitation and represent Japan's Equestrian Girls on the grasslands of Europe."

"They hope to get a definite answer by the end of this week."

Poetry and Wine looked at the heavy document, but instead of being flattered, they frowned slightly.

"Go abroad to compete? What about the domestic three-title route?"

"That's the biggest problem."

Nanban sighed, picked up a marker, and turned to draw a breathtaking timeline on the whiteboard.

April 19: Satsuki View (Nakayama, Japan, 2000m)

Mid-May: Irish Oaks Race (Carrara Racecourse, Ireland, 2400m)

May 31: Japanese Derby (Tokyo, Japan, 2400 meters)

Poetry and Wine fell silent as they stared at the three red circles that were almost squeezed together on the whiteboard.

'Immediately after the Satsuki Sho, I flew to Europe to adjust to the time difference, acclimatize to the venue, and run a high-intensity G1 race, then immediately flew back to run the derby…'

Her lips twitched slightly as she voiced her question.

"Isn't this schedule unreasonable?"

"That's crazy, isn't it?"

Nanban smiled wryly.

"Normally, a rational trainer would just tear up the invitation, as it wouldn't be reasonable no matter how it's arranged."

"but……"

Nanban then changed the subject.

"The URA committee offered a compromise: you can choose to forgo the Japanese derby and focus on preparing for the Irish Oaks Grand Prix."

"After all, in their view, there are champions in the Japanese Derby every year, but there has never been an Asian horse girl in history who can win the Irish Oaks."

"This is not only an honor, but also a monument to the pioneers."

The activity room fell into a deathly silence, with only the sound of rain pattering outside the window.

Giving up the derby?

Poetry and Wine lowered her eyes, her fingers gently tracing the rim of her teacup. Suddenly, the air behind her began to ripple, and the water ghost, who had been in a daze, slowly emerged.

The usually quiet, dazed water ghost suddenly focused its empty eyes upon hearing the words "Ireland" and "Oak Tree Competition".

Her ears perked up suddenly as she stared intently at the document bearing the national emblem on the table.

Her eyes were no longer filled with confusion, but instead held a glimmer of hope.

The water ghost stretched out its pale hand, pointed at the document, made silent opening and closing sounds, and leaned forward slightly, as if urgently urging Poetry and Wine to agree.

a long time.