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

Suffocating and despairing as they were slowly swallowed by the icy water, with nowhere to hold on...

'water……'

The pupils of poetry and wine suddenly contracted, and their breath caught in their throats.

For racehorses, creatures that engage in extreme competition at speeds of tens of kilometers per hour, even a moment's blankness in the brain can amplify the body's reaction.

Her muscles stiffened for a moment due to the sudden stress response, and her tail behind her instantly lost its rhythm.

In order to avoid losing balance and falling at high speed, Poetry and Wine instinctively restrained their strength and shifted their body half a body length to the outside to regain control of their center of gravity.

This mere half-body retreat becomes an insurmountable chasm for poetry and wine in the competition.

"A beautiful cut! Narita has successfully secured a superb position on the inside! She's currently in third place, a perfect lead that she can both attack and defend!"

The golden figure slid in without hesitation through the gap left by the poetry and wine, as smoothly as a knife cutting through butter.

Narita's silhouette instantly magnified in Poetry and Wine's field of vision, landing steadily in front of her, slightly inside.

One step at a time, one step at a time.

Having been squeezed out of the best route, poetry and wine instantly found themselves in an extremely passive situation.

She failed to grab the inner rail to lead the pack, nor did she retreat to the safe middle group; instead, she was stuck on the outer rear of the leading group.

This caused the emotions within Shi Yu and Jiu to gradually spiral out of control.

Hate crowds

The black-haired girl instinctively loathed being trapped in the middle of the herd of horses. She wanted to step out but had to give up because she was not strong enough.

The horses in front of us, and even the Narita Road to our side, kicked up muddy water mixed with grass scraps with each run, which began to splash onto Poetry and Wine.

In just two hundred meters, some marks had already appeared on the girl's winning outfit.

Rain dripped in a continuous stream from the brim of her hat, and her mood for poetry and wine worsened.

"The outsider's love for Orihime and her love for opera have chosen to stay in the central troupe! They are watching the battle unfold from the sidelines!"

The thunderous sound of hooves and the howling of wind and rain filled my ears.

Poetry and wine pierced her tongue, a faint taste of blood spreading in her mouth, and the intense stinging pain finally pulled her back from her fear of water.

She was breathing heavily, and the cold rain mixed with sweat flowed into her eyes, bringing a stinging sensation.

She stared at the steady, golden figure on Narita Road ahead, feeling the still wet and sticky sensation under her feet. The confusion in the black-haired girl's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a surge of violence that had risen from being driven to the brink of despair.

There's no turning back.

Poetry and wine are locked in a fierce struggle.

Just then, the gradient of the track began to change.

"Here we go! Ladies and gentlemen! The first test after the start—"

The commentator's voice suddenly rose in pitch amidst the sound of rain.

Ahead, the steep, straight road of Zhongshan Racecourse comes into view.

The battle for the Satsuki Sho title has only just begun amidst this mud and torrential rain.

Main character: Chapter 350, not fighting

Even on sunny, dry ground, the steep slopes of Zhongshan Racecourse are a nightmare for countless female racehorses.

Not to mention that it's now covered in mud.

"Uphill—!"

Accompanied by the narrator's roar, the horse girls sped past the slope one by one.

Lean forward to push your pace to its limit.

Poetry and wine attempt to fight back.

【stubborn】

She could clearly hear her own heavy breathing and the howling wind and rain around her.

The pressure from going uphill is amplified many times over on a "slightly heavier" track.

As Poetry and Wine lifted their legs, a terrifying suction force came from beneath their feet.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The leading female horses frantically trampled through puddles, splashing mud and water that pelted them from behind.

Poetry and wine are currently positioned on the outer edge of the first group.

To be honest, this position was rather poor; it neither allowed her to break through nor effectively conserve her energy, but she did not back down.

The instinctive fear triggered by water is being overwhelmed by another emotion.

'Is there no way to avoid it?'

Poetry and wine changed his running style.

She shortened her stride slightly, raised her knees, and slammed her feet deeper into the mud with more force, sacrificing speed for a more stable run.

After a fierce gallop, all the participating horses praised the slope.

"Everyone has made it through the first straight in front of the stands! The pace hasn't slowed down at all! The Fuma camp is in the lead, with Narita Rodo close behind!"

The commentator's voice was slightly distorted by the rain, but his words revealed his fervent passion.

The audience watched the situation on the field with tense expressions; the atmosphere was so intense it seemed to ignite the cold rain.

"Incredible consistency! The fifth runner from Narita Road ran with textbook precision! Even under such harsh conditions, her stride remained perfectly steady!"

Poetry and wine looked up as raindrops dripped in a continuous line down the edge of the black horned cap.

To her left front, Narita Road's golden silhouette stood like an insurmountable lighthouse in the gray rain.

Even in the middle section, the atmosphere of Narita Road remained completely undisturbed.

She seemed to be born to thrive in this muddy place.

[The protagonist of the grassland (prototype)]

"Narita Road..."

Poetry and Wine gritted their teeth and swallowed the blood rising in their throats.

The main force surged into the first bend, following the curve of the track.

Under the influence of centrifugal force, the already slippery grass becomes even more dangerous.

The riders on the outside had to slow down their pace again to maintain their balance.

The formation of the troops began to lengthen, and a gap gradually appeared between the first group and the middle group.

However, the atmosphere was completely different in the central area.

"Oh dear, this rain is so merciless."

Good opera, with its magnificent arias, can even penetrate the thunder of hooves and the sound of wind and rain to reach the ears of poetry and wine.

No, rather than a conversation that might occur while running at high speed, it's more likely that some kind of mysterious connection between the horse girls allows poetry and wine to understand the thoughts of a good opera at this moment.

Because good operas don't actually have any spoken parts.

Her dazzling purple and yellow color-blocked cloak was now billowing wildly behind her as she sped away.

There was no sign of strain on the orange-haired girl's face.

She maintained an extremely comfortable pace, running right in the middle of the group.

'But dancing on a stage like this is more in line with the Overlord's script, isn't it?'

Good Opera's lips curled into a smile, and a chilling glint flashed in his purple eyes.

She calmly adjusted her breathing and turned her gaze through the heavy rain to the leading group ahead.

【Master of Circular Arcs】

And diagonally behind the opera, there was a dark brown figure almost blending into the rain.

He admires Orihime.

She didn't try to seize the inner passage or rush to break through to the outside.

Ai Haibara lowered her head and precisely stepped into the tail of the main force.

The runners in front shielded her from most of the wind and rain, but she also had to face the mud that had been trampled by the runners ahead of her.

The brown-haired girl's deep purple eyes showed neither fear of the downpour nor disgust for the mud.

Her fears were not the same as those of poetry and wine.

Those who admired Orihime only saw the end.

And those people she had to cross before reaching the finish line.

[Calm and composed]

"The game is now head-on!"

The sound from the radio drew everyone's attention back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the rain is not only not letting up, but it is showing signs of getting heavier! The track conditions have been officially changed to 'Chongqing Racecourse'!"

"The time of the first-place finisher in the 1000 meters was only two seconds different from previous years!"

An incredulous gasp erupted from the stands.

"At the pace of a major racecourse, this pace is insane!"

The male commentator's voice was now somewhat hoarse from shouting loudly earlier.

"The competitors ahead are relentlessly wearing each other down! This is a survival battle with no way out!"

The wind whistled in my ears.

Entering the opposite straightaway, the track became flatter, but due to the combined torment of high speed and rough terrain, most of the female racehorses were not in very good condition.

Shigebaba is only just beginning to show its true power.

Poetry and Wine felt the muscles in their thighs begin to protest, as lactic acid rapidly accumulated.

Shigemachi is like a giant sponge, greedily absorbing the energy of every racehorse girl.

Each step required several times more effort than usual to pull my feet out of the mud.

Poetry and wine have sharp eyes.

Even with her lungs burning and her vision obscured by mud and water, the girl's figure, like lightning tearing through the darkness in a downpour, clung tightly to the right rear of Narita Road, refusing to yield an inch.

The rain seemed poised to engulf the entire world.

As we entered the second half of the race, the grass at Zhongshan Racecourse had completely turned into a muddy swamp.

The once lush greenery has been trampled and ravaged countless times, turning into puddles of grayish-brown mud.

The horse girls were swallowing cold, watery vapor with every breath.

Poetry and wine are stubbornly clinging to the diagonal rear of Narita Road.

Her once crisp black competition outfit now bore some marks.

Although the horse girls' battle outfits had been blessed by the three goddesses and were difficult to get dirty even in very harsh environments, Poetry and Wine's clothes still absorbed a little water, making them feel quite damp.

Murky water droplets were dripping from the edge of her hat.

Poetry and wine, feeling the touch of water, only made the already depressed and violent mood worse.

"Four hundred meters to the third bend! The battle of attrition continues! This is a brutal survival game; who will give up first? Who will break the deadlock?!"

The commentator's hoarse voice echoed through the rain and was amplified through the loudspeaker, reaching the racecourse shrouded in dark clouds.

Main character: Chapter 351 You seem to have forgotten something

Just as the racehorses were about to enter the final bend, the situation in the middle group changed in an instant.

The adoring Orihime, who had been lying in wait in the tail of the main force, slowly raised her head, a glint of light flashing in her sharp purple eyes.