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

The Shinkansen continues its journey.

The scenery outside the window is constantly changing.

From Tokyo's skyscrapers to the suburban fields and distant mountains.

Everything was rushing by.

Poetry and wine: Looking at these landscapes, my heart is not greatly stirred.

The black-haired girl sat quietly, waiting to reach her destination.

About three hours later.

The Shinkansen arrived at Shin-Osaka Station.

"Shin-Osaka Station has arrived. Please prepare to disembark."

A notification tone came over the loudspeaker.

Poetry and Wine stood up and picked up the small bag that was on the seat.

Then, she followed the crowd off the bus.

Shin-Osaka Station is huge, and it's packed with people. It's even more bustling than Tokyo Station.

Poetry and Wine Station: I pulled out a route map. Narita Road was marked on it, showing the route from Shin-Osaka Station to Hanshin Racecourse, requiring a train transfer and taking about thirty minutes.

She glanced at the time.

1:10 PM.

The competition starts at 2 PM.

The time is just right.

She took a deep breath and walked toward the tram platform.

……

On the train to Hanshin Koshien Stadium.

There weren't many people on the tram.

On Saturday afternoon, most people were enjoying their day off. Poetry and Wine sat by the window, watching the scenery rushing by outside.

The city's buildings, the pedestrians on the streets, and the distant sky.

Everything is moving backward rapidly.

She was on her way to the Hanshin Horse Racing Stadium, where the race was about to be held.

The tram continued its journey, and the scenery outside the window gradually changed. From the city's skyscrapers, it transformed into the low-rise buildings of the suburbs.

Then she saw a huge building in the distance.

Hanshin Racecourse.

Huge grandstands, wide track.

'arrive……'

The tram slowly slowed down and stopped at the station.

"Hanshin Koshien Station has arrived."

A notification tone came over the loudspeaker.

Poetry and Wine stood up, took a deep breath, and walked towards the car door.

……

Stepping out of the station, Poetry and Wine quickly found the entrance to Hanshin Racecourse.

There were more people than she had expected.

Spectators were everywhere watching the game.

There were young couples pushing strollers, lovers holding hands, and groups of students.

Everyone had an expectant look on their face as they surged toward the entrance to the racetrack.

An atmosphere of excitement filled the air.

The sounds of laughter and chatter mingled with the distant broadcasts, creating a noisy background noise.

Poetry and Wine stood at the entrance, her hands unconsciously clenching.

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The black-haired girl's eyes quickly scanned the area around the station.

Poetry and wine are now far too small in stature.

This made her somewhat afraid of crowded scenes, and her already somewhat helpless state was instantly amplified in this setting.

The feeling of being surrounded by countless strangers gave her an indescribable sense of oppression.

It felt as if my existence was being compressed.

Poetry and wine did not back down.

She took a deep breath, lowered her head, and followed the crowd toward the entrance.

The crowd walked past her, some of them discussing today's match lineup with great enthusiasm.

"I heard that Narita Road is the most popular street."

"Well, I told you, she was sure to win."

Someone was taking pictures with their phone, the lens pointed at the huge grandstand of the racecourse.

"This place is so big."

"Look, look! That's the racetrack over there."

Some people were still looking for seats, holding their tickets and referring to the signs.

Which side is Area A?

"We should go left..."

The voices of the other audience members echoed in Poetry and Wine's ears. No one noticed the petite girl in the black hoodie, her head bowed.

Poetry and Wine walked alone, silently. The hood of her black hoodie slightly obscured her face, making her appear even more inconspicuous.

She walked through the gates of the racetrack and entered the Hanshin Racetrack.

Upon entering the racetrack, the view suddenly opened up.

A huge racetrack came into view.

The wide running track gleamed softly in the sunlight, like a giant green ribbon encircling the entire venue.

Opposite us were towering stands, layer upon layer, densely packed with spectators.

The sky was blue, and a few white clouds drifted by leisurely.

Sunlight streamed onto the track, casting bright patches of light on the ground.

This is a huge stage that belongs exclusively to Uma Musume Girls.

Will we win?

With these thoughts in mind, Poetry and Wine turned and walked towards the audience seats.

……

After some time, poetry and wine found their place.

It's located in the middle of the stands, offering excellent visibility and a clear view of the entire track.

She sat down and looked around.

The stands were already full.

On the left is a young couple; the girl is excitedly discussing something with her boyfriend.

On the right are several students wearing the same support outfits and holding support signs.

Ahead was a family of three, and the little child was looking around curiously.

Behind them were several middle-aged people who looked like seasoned spectators, flipping through the match information in their hands.

Laughter and conversation filled the air.

"Today's match is sure to be exciting!"

I'm optimistic about Narita Road.

"She's the most popular!"

"We will definitely win."

The voices of the audience echoed throughout the stands.

Poetry and Wine listened, their expressions remaining calm; they showed no interest in the discussion.

She sat quietly, waiting for the match to begin.

She looked towards the racetrack.

The wide track grass gleamed softly in the sunlight.

The white fence extends outwards continuously.

Opposite the stands was a huge electronic screen, currently playing a pre-race promotional video featuring various racehorse girls running, accompanied by rousing music.

The promotional video ended, and then the screen began playing introductions of the contestants.

One by one.

Each contestant's photo will appear on the screen for a few seconds, followed by their name and some other information.

Cheers of varying degrees erupted from the audience.

When Narita's photo appeared on the screen, a deafening cheer erupted from the audience.

The voices of the audience came from all directions, converging into a huge wave of sound.

Poetry and Wine sat in their seats, looking at the photos of Narita Road on the screen.

Narita is smiling in the photo, a smile of pure innocence.

Golden strands of hair flowed behind her, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.

No matter what, the girl can maintain a positive attitude.

'Number one in popularity... Is she really that popular?'

Although they had expected it, Poetry and Wine did not expect to accumulate such high popularity at the Narita Road debut competition.

Poetry and Wine looked around at the audience, almost everyone was cheering for Narita-ro.

"She's the most popular!"

The little child in front was asking his parents a question out of curiosity.

"Dad, why is everyone calling that girl's name?"

"Because she's very capable."

The middle-aged spectators behind were flipping through the competition materials in their hands.

"Naritaro's stats are indeed impressive; he should have no problem getting first place in his debut competition."

Their voices echoed in the air, and it was clear that every word they uttered was filled with anticipation for Narita Road.

Although there weren't many people at the concert because it was Uma Musume's debut, and there were still quite a few empty seats in the audience, the audience members present were all filled with excitement.

Poetry and Wine suddenly reminded me of the conversation we had in the cafeteria yesterday.

Narita said that having her around gives him more motivation.

'Can I really motivate her?'

She looked at the enthusiastic crowd around her, waving their things and chanting Naritaji's name. Their faces were filled with anticipation and excitement.