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

A resentful voice rang out from the other side, where Sakura, the student council president, stood not far away.

She patted her cheeks, and a faint blush rose to her fair skin.

The horse girl, born into the Sakura family, had a burning desire for revenge in her eyes.

Satsuki Shō's defeat was an unacceptable result for the proud and arrogant girl, and she desperately wanted revenge.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, the universe or data..."

The Sakura student council president raised her head, her words carrying the power to crush all obstacles.

She stared intently at the silhouettes of poetry, wine, and the new universe, and said through gritted teeth.

"No matter what tactics are used, on this Tokyo Racecourse with its long, straight lines, within my shooting range..."

"I will use my last foot to crush that false lead... completely before the finish line."

The eye of the storm is often the calmest place.

Compared to the opponents around them, who were burning with fighting spirit and whose eyes were almost spitting fire, Poetry and Wine, in the eye of the storm, seemed too quiet.

She stood alone at the exit of the underground passage, her eyes lowered, seemingly resting with her eyes closed.

The torrential rains that fell in Tokyo a few days ago have stopped.

The high temperatures of summer, combined with the lingering moisture, turned this huge racetrack into an open-air sauna.

The grass underfoot felt soft and spongy, and you could even squeeze out muddy water mixed with the smell of earth.

The air, thick with moisture, was too humid.

Poetry and Wine didn't really like this damp weather; she hated rain because it reminded her of bad memories.

"...Tsk."

The black-haired mare stamped her foot on the turf with some irritation. The soil sank slightly, splashing a little dirt onto the horseshoes.

'A horse riding course might be disadvantageous for an escape route.'

Nanzaka had proposed this at the final tactical meeting before the match.

Considering the long, straight stretches of the road in Tokyo and the physically demanding terrain, a more cautious, early-mover strategy might be a safer option. Stay at the front of the pack to conserve energy, and then unleash your full potential at the end.

According to Nanban, the poetry and wine were tried several times in the simulated game.

There is no doubt that poetry and wine are extremely suitable for the running method.

However, compared to the escape methods she had already mastered, the impromptu escape method could not make her feel at ease no matter what.

She sighed, completely extinguishing the idea of ​​going ahead.

She can only be a runaway horse girl now.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the depths of my chest, a place of poetry and wine.

Poetry and Wine's face paled for a moment, but her expression remained unchanged.

The black-haired girl turned to the side with remarkable ease, and under the guise of adjusting her collar, she pulled a small white pill from a hidden pocket in her clothes.

Even Rifar, who was right beside her, didn't have time to see Poetry and Wine's actions clearly.

She popped a strong painkiller into her mouth, and a nauseating bitter taste rose on her tongue.

Poetry and wine were swallowed dry without expression, his throat bobbing as he forcefully suppressed the bitterness along with the throbbing in his chest.

'At least they persevered through this game.'

Poetry and Wine took a deep breath, trying to calm the increasingly violent trembling of his fingers.

She didn't want others to see that she wasn't in a good state right now.

So she raised her hand and made a gesture that looked like she was adjusting her wristband.

In fact, through the black fabric, her fingertips dug tightly into her palms, using the pain to stop the uncontrollable, minute spasms.

At the same time, she subtly clenched her other hand into a fist and pressed it against her chest.

'Just wait...'

She slowly opened her eyes, and her pupils, which had been somewhat unfocused due to pain and tension, instantly refocused, converging into two cold stars.

The black horse ears pressed back and then quickly stood up, sensing the movement around them.

"call……"

She straightened her back again and resumed her usual aloof demeanor.

A jet-black meteor appeared on the field, surrounded by countless eager opponents.

Will we win?

A smiling deer-haired horsewoman walked up to the poetry and wine.

"I'm Fengying, would you like to get to know me sometime?"

"We'll talk about it after the game."

Poetry and Wine walked away expressionlessly.

She acted as if she cared nothing about anything except winning.

Despite the cold mask, cold sweat had already soaked through the lining of the black-haired girl's victory outfit.

At this moment, the entry signal light illuminates.

Poetry and wine strode forward without hesitation, heading towards her No. 2 gate.

His steps were steady, breaking through the mud on the ground.

The narrow metal grid was right in front of me.

Poetry and wine lowered their heads, watching their toes step into a grassy area shrouded in shadow.

Because of the heavy rain in the past few days, and the lack of direct sunlight, the soil inside the gate is softer and wetter than the runway outside.

The sticky sensation of the horseshoes clinging to her feet traveled up her soles, giving her the illusion that she was stepping into a swamp.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 236 Taking Position

The painkillers in my stomach started to take effect; the nauseating bitterness slightly suppressed the dull pain in my chest, but it also brought a dizzying feeling, as if I were floating on clouds.

Poetry and Wine blinked hard, forcibly dispelling the dizziness.

The gate behind me was closed.

"Click".

With the crisp sound of metal locks snapping shut behind me, the world was cleaved in two.

Behind him was the clamor of tens of thousands of spectators, and in front of him was a battlefield stretching 2400 meters.

The small space was stuffy and oppressive.

Poetry and wine can sense the gazes of other racehorse girls coming from the outside.

She didn't turn to look at the other horse girls.

Poetry and Wine adjusted their stance, leaning slightly forward, ready to start.

Then she closed her eyes.

After taking a deep breath, Poetry and Wine's eyes snapped open the next second.

The endless green road ahead was reflected in the black pupils.

in the audience.

Other members of the Old Man Star team were also present at this important match.

With both hands gripping the railing, Shuangzeng and his excellent teammates intently watched the scene on the field.

She bit her lip, her eyes wide, staring intently at the gate where poetry and wine were located.

Even on a rotten surface... if it's a junior, they'll surely be able to fly.

Beside her, Dai Jianshi, nervously clasped his hands together and pressed them against the tip of his nose, muttering something silently.

Nanzaka stood on the far right of the line.

He didn't look at the big screen or the gate, but instead kept looking down at the watch on his wrist.

The second hand ticks.

'We must handle the starting line well... poetry and wine.'

'In this slippery riding arena, the starting line is the line between life and death.'

The front row of the audience seats.

Narita felt like he was about to stop breathing.

One of her hands was on the railing, while the other was tightly gripping something.

Inside is another amulet that is exactly the same as the one she gave the poem and wine.

Not far from her, Lingzuan Qibao's light green eyes narrowed slightly as she intently watched the situation on the field.

Ai Haibara stood on the left side of Narita Road.

Her facial expression was calm, but a look of anticipation appeared in the brown-haired girl's purple eyes.

'I must become that shining first-magnitude star…'

Just then.

"boom--"

On the track, all eighteen gates opened simultaneously amidst the enthusiastic anticipation of the audience.

Before consciousness could even register it, the muscle memory, honed through countless hours of practice, had already taken over the body.

The spine burst forth with tremendous driving force, and the thigh muscles contracted instantly, pouring all the power into the grass beneath their feet.

Concentration

Poetry and wine stomped heavily on the grass.

however--

"Zi..."

The expected reaction force from the grass did not materialize.

This is the Tokyo Racecourse, which has been flooded by torrential rain for several days.

Although the surface of the turf still looks green, the soil underneath has long been saturated with water and has become like a huge, rotting sponge.

Just as he was about to put down his feet to drink poetry and wine, his left shoe slipped slightly in the wet mud.

The black-haired girl's figure inevitably veered off course in one direction.

but…

The Demon of Shigebaba

Poetry and wine have long understood how to gallop across the decaying mud.

Her body unleashed incredible control.

The black-haired girl twisted her waist and abdomen in mid-air, and with the force of stomping the ground, she shoved her right foot into the mud, forcibly pulling her body back from its veerging axis.

On the commentary panel.

"Start!! All eighteen female horses charge off at the same time!!"

"Namo San, what an amazing reaction speed! Poetry and Wine, located at gate number 2, truly deserves to be the favorite to win this match."

Even on a challenging racetrack where standing is difficult, her start was as fast as a black lightning bolt!

"Following closely behind is number 7, the King of Kings, and the top marble player from the outer path. Sure enough, no one wants to be bothered by the mud kicked up by those ahead on this filthy ground, and the battle for positions has been fierce from the very first second!!"

Let's return our focus to the racetrack.

【pioneer】

The wind was damp, and it felt like a sticky face mask on my face.