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

On the leather sofa in the center of the room, Rudolf was watching the game with a serious expression. Hearing Katsuragi's teasing, she helplessly rubbed her forehead.

"It's less about charity and more about... a little bit of polishing to prevent the rough stone from being covered by dust."

"Oh, that sounds so nice."

Sitting opposite Rudolph, a horse racer with slightly disheveled long hair and a free and easy look in her eyes smiled and put down her newspaper.

It is the legendary racehorse girl, representing the Triple Crown, which was previously associated with Rudolph.

"Actually, it's just that I like the kid, right? After all, he's a newcomer that you described as having 'three crown qualifications'."

Representative Qianming leaned lazily against the sofa, his gaze fixed on the green meadow outside the window.

"However, today's opponent is not easy to deal with."

"That kid named New Universe... gave me a very strange feeling. It was like... how should I put it, that even though my feet were on the ground, my heart was floating in the stratosphere."

"Hmph, who cares if she's an alien or whatever."

Katsuragi Ace crossed his arms, his eyes sharply fixed on the gate.

"On a short track like Zhongshan, which is only 2000 meters long, as long as the runaway horse girl can take the lead from the start, even an alien couldn't catch up. Right, Rudolph?"

Rudolph symbolizes deep purple eyes.

"Maybe."

She gave an ambiguous answer.

……

On the field, the clamor of 100,000 people seemed to be silenced at that moment.

There was only the sound of eighteen hearts pounding violently against the ribs inside the chest cavity.

Poetry and Wine Station is located inside Gate 1.

Ahead in the narrow field of vision lies the undulating grass of the Zhongshan Racecourse.

"breathe……"

Maintaining her own breathing rate.

Poetry and wine suddenly opened their eyes, their black pupils revealing only bottomless pools.

"All horse girls, take your positions—"

"boom!"

The moment the gate opened, a black afterimage sliced ​​through the air.

Concentration

"The match begins!!"

The commentator Akasaka's voice instantly ignited the entire stadium.

"A beautiful start! Number 1, Poetry and Wine, has a perfect reaction speed! She encountered no obstacles and directly seized the advantageous position in the innermost lane!"

Amidst deafening cheers, poetry and wine charged forward like arrows released from a bow.

The hem of the black trench coat fluttered in the wind, like a black battle flag, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The competition was fierce in the first 100 meters.

Several runaway horse girls from the outer lane and the leading horse girls tried to move inwards to compete for the lead.

But poetry and wine did not give them that opportunity.

Using the explosive force she generated the moment she exited the gate, she forcefully stopped herself in place, like a nail firmly driven into the front of the line.

The Dark Meteor: Chapter 196 The Dark Meteor (Sixth Update)

【pioneer】

"Wow, so fast! The poetry and wine are really flowing together!"

The audience in the stands gasped.

"Is this momentum an attempt to replicate Yayoi's running style?"

However, something strange happened.

Just when everyone thought that the poetry and wine party would continue to accelerate and widen the distance, she did not lean forward and lower her center of gravity to run as usual.

Instead, she simply maintained a steady pace and then stopped rushing forward.

"Ok?"

Katsuragi Ace, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, suddenly frowned.

As an expert who had once defeated the emperor using the escape tactic, she keenly sensed something was amiss.

"Hey, am I seeing things?"

Katsuragi Ace pointed to the scene on the grass, his tone puzzled.

"That guy... isn't his stride a little too long?"

"It's not just about having a long stride."

Representative Qianming squinted, and the pen he was twirling in his hand stopped.

“Look at where she lands. Each push-off is deep, and the hang time is long.”

"That's her magic trick."

Rudolf sat symbolically on the sofa, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his purple eyes.

"She's using seemingly fast, long strides to mask the fact that she's actually slowing down."

The emperor's voice was deep, tinged with a hint of appreciation.

"Large strides give the visual impact of her sprinting at full speed. When the horse girls behind see the fluttering black hem of her dress, they will instinctively have the illusion that 'she runs so fast, I will be left behind if I don't keep up.'"

"But in reality..."

Rudolf glanced at the timer beside him and sighed.

"Her frequency is incredibly slow. I wonder who came up with this underhanded trick."

It all started three days ago in the Canopus activity room.

"Huh? Jogging?!"

Twin Turbine slammed his fist on the table, nearly knocking the potato chips off the table.

"I disagree! A runaway horse is all about explosive escape! It has to rush out like a jet engine, and even if it burns out in the end, it has to fall down with a smile!"

That's your romance, not a way to win.

Nanban calmly pressed down on the excited twin turbines, then looked seriously at Poetry and Wine.

"The most daunting part of the 2000-meter race at Zhongshan Racecourse is the final steep slope. If you expend too much energy in the first 1000 meters, you'll definitely lose speed at the end. But..."

Nanban drew a circle on the whiteboard.

"If you run too slowly, the horses behind you will use the wake to conserve their energy, and you'll be swept away on the straightaway. So, it's a paradox."

Poetry and Wine stared at the whiteboard, lost in thought.

"We need to save effort while making sure they don't dare to chase after us... In other words, we need to 'deceive' them? Like with the Yayoi Prize before?"

“That’s right, we’re using your ‘rear anxiety’. There aren’t any top players in the Yayoi Prize competition; essentially, it’s still putting you in a match against opponents of lower skill than yourself.”

Nanban snapped his fingers.

"But precisely because of this, your great victory at the Yayoi Sho has left a psychological shadow of 'dark shock' on everyone."

"Take advantage of this."

"Stretch your stride, stretch your body, and make your black victory uniform flutter as you run."

Nanzaka made an exaggerated gesture.

"We need to create the visual illusion that I'm fleeing at full speed. Make them afraid to approach because of fear, and constantly accelerate or decelerate due to misjudgment."

"This is called—the Mirage Escape Operation."

Twin Turbo was stunned for a moment, and finally managed to utter a sentence.

"Sounds...how insidious! But if it's a junior, it seems quite suitable!"

On the track.

The "black magic" is in effect.

The few female horse riders who were following closely behind Poetry and Wine were currently experiencing a painful cognitive dissonance.

[Anxiety about the rear]

'Wow, so fast! Is that a black shooting star?'

'That figure from behind... if we don't keep up...'

Looking at the imposing black figure ahead, they instinctively wanted to speed up and catch up.

But when they actually accelerated, they found themselves nearly hitting other people and losing speed as a result—because the speed ahead wasn't as fast as it seemed!

So they had to slow down again.

I just slowed down, then felt myself being pulled away again, so I accelerated again, then slowed down again.

A virus called "Hesitation" began to spread among the horses.

After only 300 meters, the originally orderly herd of horses began to become somewhat crowded and chaotic.

Everyone was adjusting their pace and pushing each other, and a lot of energy was wasted in the process of pressing the accelerator and braking.

The culprits behind all this—poetry and wine—are running off with unbridled ease.

She continued galloping on, her face expressionless, despite the chaotic sound of horses' hooves behind her.

In this sea of ​​growing chaos and turmoil, a small boat remains steady.

The new universe is ranked 9th among the horses.

The surrounding female horses were breathing heavily because their rhythm had been disrupted, and some even began to slightly bump into each other due to their anxiety.

But the new universe didn't see them.

A pair of eyes, seemingly reflecting the Milky Way, were staring intently at the black gravitational source at the very front.

"Data Mismatch."

The lips of the new universe opened and closed rapidly, as if chanting some kind of incantation.

"Visual speed: 70km/h... Actual ground speed: 62km/h..."

"Error...Error..."

She tilted her head, her golden hair fluttering in the wind.

In her vision, the entire arena seemed distorted. Time seemed to flow slower at the spot where Poetry and Wine stood compared to the surrounding area.

"I see……"

A glint of excitement flashed in the eyes of the new universe.

"That's... the time dilation of a black hole."

"Since that's the case..."

Unlike the others who blindly chased after the black phantom, the new universe chose to shift slightly off the outer path, avoiding the most crowded inner path turbulence.

Self-control

Halfway through the first bend.

The formation has been basically completed.

Poetry and wine led the way, followed by a chaotic vanguard, and then an even more crowded middle group.

Commentator Hosoe looked at the segmented timer in his hand and exclaimed in disbelief:

"What...what's going on?!"