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

A strong feeling of weightlessness washed over me.

During the rapid fall.

The blue ocean above, the goddess's gentle yet sly face, and the quietly standing Rifar all transformed into countless streaks of light that flew backward in an instant.

Without giving her any room to struggle, her consciousness seemed to be stretched into an infinitely extending line, completely falling into an endless, colorful, bizarre void.

"Remember, I'll send you back as soon as you've fully recovered!"

……

……

"Drip-drip-"

The pedestrian crossing traffic light across the street emitted a monotonous electronic sound.

The soft rustling of car tires rolling over the slightly damp asphalt, mixed with the distant noise, instantly reached the ears of Poetry and Wine.

"Cough, cough, cough!!"

Poetry and Wine suddenly opened their eyes, their bodies instinctively staggering forward a step, panting heavily.

The feeling of weightlessness from falling from a height of 10,000 meters still lingered in her body, causing her to feel a strong sense of dizziness.

She grabbed onto a brick wall next to her and it took her several seconds to regain her balance.

The air was slightly cool, carrying the crisp chill characteristic of early winter.

She lowered her head, her gaze first falling on her hands.

Poetry and wine, her fair hands were extremely slender.

She reached out and touched her cheeks and shoulders.

My physique is noticeably smaller than when I was running the derby, and my muscles are soft and flabby.

This was her state when she first came into this world, before she met the Rudolf symbol and entered Treson Academy.

At this point, she hadn't even begun to truly embody the essence of the character.

This is what Godolphin Arabic referred to as going back to the time when he first came into this world.

the most important is……

Poetry and wine pressed against my left chest.

"Boom, boom, boom."

My heart is beating steadily and powerfully.

Although she still felt uncomfortable, it was much better than when she was forcing herself to run the race.

This is a still very young and weak body.

"It really... went back."

Poetry and Wine took a deep breath of the cool air and looked up at her surroundings.

This is on the edge of a bustling commercial street in Tokyo.

The street scene looked exactly the same as she remembered; it was still a commercial street near Treson Academy.

Just then, a huge electronic billboard on the exterior wall of the corner building caught her attention.

On the screen, a promotional video for an upcoming classic sporting event is playing.

However, the person shown on screen was not her familiar contemporary rival.

Instead, it was a horse girl named Sunshine Shirohito.

P.S.: After it was fixed and had power back, I wrote some more using the feel of the script I had written before. Because I was writing in a bit of a hurry, there might be some typos. I didn't have time to proofread, so just point them out if you see them.

There's also a short story about the support cards included in this volume.

Support Card: Fierce Star

The magic brought by the girl in black

Let us sink into a sea of ​​restless chaos amidst the raging winds.

The benefits of burning one's life go far beyond this.

The dark, ominous star will devour everything in its path.

Amidst the cheers, mortals are left only with the right to witness.

And so the legend begins here—

Main character: Chapter 250, by the roadside

The light projected from the huge electronic billboard cast flickering shadows on the expressionless face of Poetry and Wine.

The current year and date are clearly displayed in the lower right corner of the screen.

Poetry and Wine stared at that year, and the black horse's ear trembled slightly.

This is several years ahead of her original timeline.

This was the golden age when the previous generations of legendary horse girls were at their peak.

"Going back two generations... so that's what it means."

Poetry and Wine released their grip on the wall and slowly straightened up.

Her clothes were rather thin, about the same as when she first came into this world.

She looked around at her surroundings and then began to wander aimlessly through the bustling streets of Tokyo.

"call--"

A gust of wind swept across the intersection without warning.

The air pressure is dropping, and the humidity in the air is rising rapidly. The night sky, which could still see a few stars, is now being quickly swallowed up by thick dark clouds.

"It is going to rain?"

Poetry and wine inexplicably made her feel irritable. She looked away and wrapped her thin clothes tighter around herself.

Neon signs flickered in the night, and the sounds of office workers clinking glasses and exchanging toasts drifted from the izakaya.

She started walking down the bustling street.

The surrounding area is filled with izakayas where people clink glasses and drink, or convenience stores emitting the steam of oden.

A black phantom wanders incongruously through this bustling era.

Suddenly, the rich aroma of pork bone soup wafted into her nostrils on the wind.

A packed ramen shop appeared to the right of Poetry and Wine.

The ramen shop's windows were gleaming, revealing the horrific scene inside without reservation.

White steam rose from the huge soup pot, carrying the rich aroma of pork bones simmered for more than ten hours.

Golden noodles tumble in a strainer, while thickly sliced ​​char siu sizzles and drips oil under the heat of a blowtorch, its edges curling up into a crispy, brownish-red crust.

There was also half a runny, soft-boiled egg in the bowl.

"..."

Poetry and wine stood at the shop entrance, transformed into a soulless statue.

She looked inside through the window.

A middle-aged man in a suit was taking a big gulp of soup from a bowl bigger than his face, a happy expression on his face.

Next to them was a brown-haired girl wearing a baseball cap, who seemed to be a waitress, busy clearing the table.

"Goo~"

This ramen shop raises a very serious, life-or-death question.

As Poetry and Wine watched the diners enjoying their meals through the glass window, his throat involuntarily bobbed.

The reconstructed body is indeed much healthier than before.

But there's no doubt she's hungry now.

"..."

The girl expressionlessly reached out and deftly touched her shirt pocket.

empty.

My fingers touched an empty lining.

Poetry and wine twitched slightly.

Unconvinced, she switched hands and reached for the side pocket of her pants.

It's still empty.

The black-haired girl began to frantically search her body for any possible hiding places.

Cuffs, collars, and even the gaps at the waist.

Forget about a wallet, they didn't even have any identification.

Poetry and Wine: Now, apart from this outfit, there isn't even a single button on his body that he could use to make a wish.

The vibrant streets of Tokyo instantly lost their color.

"what…"

Poetry and Wine slowly squatted down, hugged their knees, and curled themselves into a small ball.

His once bright black eyes now looked dull and lifeless.

"Gao Duofeng Arab".

She buried her face in her knees and made a plaintive sound.

"You've reversed my body's trajectory..."

"Why were my savings also investigated?"

Apart from her relatively clean clothes and slightly healthy body, she is now no different from the person she used to be when she was wandering the streets.

They're all by the roadside.

No, there is still a difference.

Back then, she didn't feel anything even when she was hungry; she had long since become numb to it.

Now that she has been living a normal life for a while, she is no longer used to being a homeless person.

"...I'm so hungry."

Poetry and Wine raised their heads, their black horse ears drooping listlessly on either side of their heads, like two withered leaves.

Its tail drooped on the ground, too lazy to move.

How could Godofa Arab be so irresponsible as to send her to the street?

"It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality..."

Poetry and wine both let out a long sigh.

Do I have to rummage through the trash can?

Given her personality, she might as well find another pool and cosplay as a Laker.

Or, should I go to the police?

But she is now an unregistered person without any identification, and might be detained in some strange place as a suspicious person.

Poetry and Wine watched the crowds coming and going at the alley entrance, and stood there somewhat dejectedly.

Soon, a wave of dizziness washed over me.

The hypoglycemic episode caused the neon lights in front of me to appear slightly double.

Poetry and Wine silently turned away, avoiding the crowds on the main road, and entered a narrow, dark alley.

That way, you won't smell the food from those shops anymore.