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

【Raging Winds and Furious Waves】

'Now.'

The horses at the front were already at their limit, and the once impenetrable formation of the first group inevitably developed tiny gaps due to the torment of the mud.

The horse-chasing girl had been waiting for this moment, to seize the opportunity that would shape the entire situation.

"They've made their move! Orihime, who's been lurking in the middle of the group, has finally started to act!"

The female commentator's voice instantly rose, filled with undisguised shock.

"Instead of choosing the relatively safer outer lane to overtake, she directly cut through the densest gap in the herd of horses! What a daring route choice!"

The figure of Orihime, whom he admired, was like a short sword drawn from its sheath.

Shiny meteors streaked through the splashing mud, and the decorations on the final suits emitted sharp streaks of light on the dimly lit track.

Every extra meter run on the track adds another test to one's physical endurance.

Therefore, without hesitation, Orihime chose the shortest but also the most dangerous inside-cutting route.

"We absolutely cannot lose."

She clenched her teeth tightly, a faint taste of blood filling her mouth.

A shadow, identical to her but forever stuck in the past, is urging her on.

The woman who admired Orihime couldn't see whose dark figure it was in the rain.

But she wasn't running alone.

She firmly believes that she carries the weight of two people, two souls, and two obsessions.

Right? She has to win! She has to stand at the top!

'That dazzling star… I swore an oath to it.'

【Lv.2 Gemini Meteor】

The brown-haired girl's speed exploded in an extremely short period of time.

The dark brown afterimages weaved and darted at the limit of distance, overtaking three struggling competitors in succession, heading straight for the tail of the leading group, and looking like a sharp knife about to pierce into the final championship circle.

Unfortunately, shooting stars are fleeting.

Just as the horseshoes of Orihime were about to step onto the entrance to the final bend.

Ai Musou's left foot slammed heavily into a muddy puddle that had been repeatedly trampled by the horse girl in front of her.

The feedback was not as solid as expected.

"Bah—!"

The pupils of the woman who admired Orihime suddenly contracted to the size of a pinhead.

Side slip during high-speed running is extremely fatal for bipedal racehorses.

If a fall occurs, not only will the match be prematurely ended, but the player could also face a devastating comminuted fracture.

In order to avoid losing her balance and tumbling in the swamp, she instinctively tried to save herself.

The girl's pace dropped sharply, mud splashed all over half of her body, and her remaining strength did not allow her to continue accelerating.

On the ever-changing Satsuki Sho track, once your sprint rhythm is disrupted, it's goodbye.

"It's stalled—!!"

The male commentator let out an incredulous cry.

"Ai Mui's pace has plummeted! What a pity! It's such a shame! On this muddy track, even the smallest mistake is magnified infinitely, and her sprint rhythm has been completely shattered!"

Ai Mu's breathing instantly became a jumbled mess.

She tried to regain her strength, but the heavy sensation held her legs back.

Despair and confusion flashed in the brown-haired girl's deep purple eyes.

She watched the procession gradually disappear into the rain.

Like a fleeting meteor, his hopes for Orihime have been shattered.

However, Narita, who was leading the race, did not see the despair of Orihime.

She keenly sensed that the oppressive feeling from her side and rear, like thorns in her back, had suddenly disappeared.

'Has Ai-Zi-Sang lost control?'

She didn't have time to think about anything else.

Because the final bend that would determine the course of the entire race had opened up a huge gap in the wind and rain, right in front of us.

"Everyone... is looking at me."

Naritaji slightly raised his chin in the downpour, his golden eyes burning with pure light.

The bend is approaching.

Taking a turn in Shigemachi is obviously not an easy task.

Narita took a deep breath, forcing the cold air into his lungs.

She remembered her mistakes on the corners in previous races and practiced them in a targeted manner at all times.

The golden protagonist clung tightly to the edge of the inner rail, cutting into the curve with the precision of a sharp scalpel!

"So beautiful!"

In the commentary booth, the two commentators were completely excited, with some even leaning half their bodies out of their workstations.

"The Narita runner displayed terrifying track control! On such a slippery, muddy track, she actually managed to execute the most perfect inside curve!"

Poetry and Wine witnessed this scene firsthand from behind Narita Road.

The victory achieved despite the terrible weather is truly disheartening.

Poetry and wine, because of their inner aversion to deep waters and mud, were forced to give way to the outside when entering a bend.

【The Artist of Arcs】

With the centrifugal force from the final turn perfectly neutralized by the cornering technique, Narita Ro smashed through the puddles, broke free of the curve's constraints, and officially stepped onto the final 310-meter straight track of the Nakayama Racecourse!

"She pulled out! Narita-ji pulled out!! She established a huge advantage as she entered the final straight!"

"Half a horse's length! A full horse's length! Unbelievable, her speed is still increasing in this mud, and the gap is still widening!"

The audience in the stands went completely wild, waving their support items with great enthusiasm.

The shouts of "Narita Road!" echoed like a tsunami over the venue, even drowning out the muffled thunder.

The view ahead suddenly opened up, with no splashing mud or other runners obstructing the view, only the flat road leading straight to the top.

Narita Road's pace did not slow down due to the enormous exertion of the first kilometer or so; on the contrary, it became even lighter amidst the deafening cheers.

The golden ponytail flew proudly in the wind and rain.

"Is the outcome already decided?! Can Naritaji finally win the Satsuki Award and begin her path to glory?"

"The Poetry and Wine contestant behind her is still struggling to hold on. She looks like she's in a lot of pain and it seems she can no longer close that fatal gap!"

Poetry and wine bit their lower lips so hard they bled, the strong taste of blood stimulating their numb nerves.

She desperately tried to squeeze out the last bit of strength.

But that won't work...

Shigebaba's terrifying physical strain, coupled with the illusion of being surrounded by water, gripped her ankles.

Her last foot was sealed by mud.

Poetry and wine could only gasp for breath, watching helplessly as Narita Road ahead was about to touch the crown of victory.

Everyone thought that was the end.

Main character: Chapter 352 The Opera King

'I can do it, so let's keep it this way, and I'll take it…'

Just as Narita Road was about to break through completely.

"Charge!"

"Go, class monitor! Go, Aizhi! Oh well, all three of you, go for it!"

"Go for it! Everyone believes in you!"

The commentator was ready with his commentary, the audience was ready to cheer, and even the wind and rain seemed to be making way for the soon-to-be winner.

Many people felt that the crown of the classic triple crown first battle had firmly fallen on Narita's head.

until--

A blinding orange hue ruthlessly tore through the gray rain curtain from the outermost edge of the track.

Thus began the legend of the overlord at the end of the century.

[Lv.2 A Dance Dedicated to Victoria]

"Wait, wait... what is that?!"

The female commentator's voice suddenly changed, and she exclaimed in surprise.

The director abruptly cut the camera away from Narita, who was in the lead, and quickly zoomed out to the outermost edge of the track.

On the outer lane, several body lengths away from the inner rail, a figure wearing a purple and yellow color-blocked cloak was advancing at a terrifying pace.

It's a great opera.

After the floodgates were opened, she didn't engage in the meat grinder-like maneuvering and attrition in the inner passage and the middle group like the others.

As she entered the final bend, she made a startling decision.

That means abandoning the closest inside distance and choosing to bypass all the players stuck in the mud, violently cutting out from the cleanest, undamaged grass, but also the furthest outside lane!

Trade a longer distance for an unobstructed sprint track!

"Great opera! It's a great opera! It's a great opera that's rushing in from the outermost edge!"

"What an amazing final acceleration!"

Time at Zhongshan Racecourse seemed to be forcibly slowed down by some grand force.

The opera singer's magnificent purple and gold headdress, far from being dimmed by the downpour, shone with an unparalleled brilliance.

Her long cloak was stretched straight behind her by the gale-force winds created by her rapid running.

The purple and yellow fabric tumbled wildly in the air, like a royal banner fluttering on a battlefield.

"Impossible... In this kind of venue, in this location, how could such a powerful final kick be launched..."

In the midst of extreme exhaustion and pain, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a shadow rapidly approaching to his right.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her mind went blank.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

In the bright purple eyes of the opera singer, a radiant light burst forth.

She was also not feeling well, but none of that was enough to stop the Overlord's advance.

The terrifying stamina accumulated over 1,700 meters was transformed into a final kick that could sustain the entire race.

"It has devoured! Great opera has devoured the Central Opera House! It has surpassed poetry and wine!!"

The male commentator had completely lost his mind. He gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, stood up from his seat, and shouted hoarsely into the microphone, his voice completely torn apart.

"What terrifying explosive power!"

"What domineering, unreasonable last-ditch effort she displayed! In this muddy meat grinder, on the long arc of the outer track, fine opera is practically effortless!"

Narita was at the front and heard a terrifying stomping sound coming from his right rear.

The orange-haired overlord, with his overwhelming kingly aura, swept over like a tidal wave.

She clenched her teeth so hard that she even bit her lip until it bled.

A strong sense of resentment flashed in his purple-gold eyes.