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

Maruzensky's sunglasses slipped from his hand and fell onto the thick carpet.

Her face was deathly pale, and her sea-blue eyes were fixed on the small black dot lying in the mud below, her pupils trembling violently.

"Why...why did it turn out like this..."

Maruzensky's lips were trembling.

She was no stranger to competitions where everyone gave their all, but what she was witnessing went beyond the realm of "struggle."

"That kind of running style... it's not enjoying the race at all."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"In order to win, are you completely ignoring even the pain emanating from your body?"

"Use your bones, your muscles, even your future as fuel, and burn them all out in this game..."

She instinctively hugged her own arm.

"Rudolph, has Poetry and Wine never undergone a mental health assessment?"

"That day when I first brought her to my house, I told you that we should give her a mental health assessment, right?!"

Rudolf stands silently in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

She gripped the railing tightly, her knuckles drained of color from the excessive force, and the hard wooden railing creaked under her weight.

Outside the window, fine rain began to wash over the glass, blurring the muddy field below.

Rainwater meandered down the glass.

Rudolph symbolically watched the figure fall behind the finish line.

Not long ago, it was showing the initial signs of divine inspiration and had touched upon the field of genius, but now it lies lifelessly in the cold mud.

[Completely pulverized]

The idiom suddenly popped into Rudolf's mind.

"What a big fool."

She was somewhat at a loss for what to do.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 245 Reaction

Rudolph symbolizes an ideal that creates an era where all racehorse girls can run happily... But if you abandon the future for victory, is there any happiness in that victory?

No... we shouldn't ignore that girl's condition just for the sake of a vague and uncertain three-crown victory.

'What have I done...?'

She turned around.

His demeanor instantly transformed into the majesty and ruthlessness of an "emperor".

Rudolf's symbolic garments billowed violently as he turned, making a fluttering sound.

"Rudolph?!"

Maru Zenki was taken aback by her imposing manner.

"Notify the medical team to activate the highest-level emergency response plan! Immediately! Right now!"

Rudolf, without looking at Maruzensky, gave orders to the academy staff in the box.

"But president... there are already paramedics at the scene..."

The staff were so intimidated by the chairman's aura that they stammered.

"This is an order."

Rudolf simply repeated his own words in a light tone.

This was the first time anyone had seen the usually composed, polite, and even witty president reveal such an unsteady side.

"It's not Satsuki Uma Musume there, nor is it Derby Uma Musume..."

"He's just an injured student."

After saying that, she strode towards the door without the slightest hesitation.

Just as her hand touched the doorknob, she paused for half a second, tilted her head slightly, and whispered something only she could hear:

"...Hang in there."

"boom!"

The door to the VIP room was pushed open heavily and then slammed shut.

All that remained were a room full of working people looking at each other in bewilderment, and Maru Zenki, who was still sitting on the floor, staring blankly at the heavy rain outside the window.

……

in the audience.

"You...you won?"

A middle-aged man wearing faded work clothes was tightly clutching a towel soaked with sweat.

Just seconds before, he was so excited to see Poetry and Wine cross the finish line that he wanted to throw his towel into the air.

But now, he held the towel stiffly in mid-air.

The thunderous cheers around us had begun to thin out at some point.

An unsettling commotion and whispers gradually arose in the audience.

wow-

Raindrops pattered on the brim of the uncle's hat, making a dull sound.

The sky seemed to have been pierced by the intense atmosphere of the previous match, and cold rain poured down without warning.

"Hey, what's going on here..."

The middle-aged man wiped the rain off his face and squinted at the large screen in the center of the track.

The screen did not show the victor circling the field to salute, and even the rousing celebratory music was removed.

The director's camera seemed somewhat flustered. After briefly cutting to a wide shot, it unusually shifted the view to a gray sky and an empty lawn.

However, some sharp-eyed viewers noticed it.

The black figure that had just been rampaging through the area with overwhelming momentum was now lying motionless in the mud.

"Move a little..."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself unconsciously.

"Even just lifting your head would be nice... This motionless state is kind of scary."

A strange chill spread throughout my body.

Is this really a "victory"?

"Is this a lie?"

A young mother who had brought her child to watch the game covered her mouth.

The little girl holding her hand was holding a doll of poetry and wine, innocently pointing at the screen.

"Mommy, why is big sister sleeping? The floor is all muddy, her clothes will get dirty..."

Tong Yan Wuji.

The joyful expressions on the faces of the adults around them gradually disappeared as the child spoke.

"Hey! Where are the staff? What's the medical team doing?!"

Someone started shouting in a tearful voice.

Panic spread rapidly through the stands like a plague.

"Look over there!"

Suddenly, her companion pointed in horror to the private viewing area of ​​Treson Academy.

"Someone jumped down!!"

"Huh? Are you kidding me? It's over two meters high—"

The middle-aged man instinctively turned his head.

The next second, he opened his mouth wide, and the towel in his hand fell onto the waterlogged ground.

In the cold rain.

Several figures in school uniforms were completely disregarding their image and the danger as they climbed over the high railing.

They jumped off the platform like madwomen, staggered after landing, and ran wildly towards the track without even bothering to wipe the mud off their bodies.

The man found the figure running at the very front to be extremely familiar.

Her short, golden hair was soaked by the rain and clung tightly to her cheeks.

His signature purple-gold eyes were filled with despair and fear.

"Isn't that... Naritaji, who was Arima's most popular player last year?"

The man was stunned.

She rushed toward the poetry and wine, seemingly shouting something, but her voice was instantly swallowed by the sound of rain.

Closely following behind her were Diamond Treasure, Excellent Quality... and even the figure of Ikuno Didus carrying a first aid kit.

The rain is getting heavier.

The entire Tokyo Racecourse was shrouded in a gloomy, rainy fog.

As the middle-aged man watched the golden figure running wildly in the heavy rain, he felt his throat go dry and his eyes sting.

"Is this still... that derby full of dreams...?"

He looked down at the wet towel at his feet.

"Please don't let anything happen...please..."

……

The icy rain relentlessly washed over the battlefield, which had just witnessed a fierce battle.

"Quick! A stretcher! Here!!"

"Get out of the way! Unauthorized personnel, please step back!!"

The shouts of medical staff pierced through the rain.

Several medical personnel in emergency uniforms carried a stretcher and rushed into the mud pit, their movements professional.

"Extremely irregular heart rate!"

"Slow pupillary light reflex! Prepare oxygen immediately!"

"Watch your neck! Get the brace ready! One, two, three—lift!"

Poetry and wine were lifted up.

As the body left the ground, a face as pale as paper and devoid of any color was revealed.

His long, black hair clung wetly to his face, and his black horse ears drooped limply, swaying with the movement of the stretcher.

Poetry and wine have completely lost their senses.

"A little wine!"

Narita, who had already rushed to the front of Poetry and Wine, subconsciously reached out his hands, wanting to touch Poetry and Wine.

However, Narita's actions were directly blocked by medical staff.

"Don't touch her! She may have multiple fractures!!"

They weren't being rude; the situation had simply become so critical that there was no room for sentimentality.

Narita shrank back slightly from the shout, but she didn't back down; she just stayed close to the stretcher.

On the other side.