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

The outline of Treson Academy gradually became clear in the night.

The main building was sparsely lit, with only a few windows letting in light, probably because trainers were still working overtime, either voluntarily or involuntarily, due to various tasks.

The vines climbing the iron fence were washed exceptionally green by the rain, and water droplets clung to the leaves, ready to fall.

"The wounds of Ai Zhisang,"

Poetry and wine suddenly spoke as they stepped into the school gate.

"After the school doctor examines you, remember to send me a message."

"Send a message?"

"I've confirmed you're alright."

The voices of poetry and wine were kept low. She looked at her legs with some unease, as if she had thought of something.

"You helped me today... If you suddenly tell me what you posted tomorrow, I won't be able to sleep."

Ai Mu's steps faltered slightly.

She turned around and, under the warm yellow light of the streetlights at the school gate, took a serious look at the face of the black-haired girl in front of her for the first time.

Poetry and Wine's eyes were slightly red, her long black and white hair was a little messy from the wind, and she had a stubborn little expression on her face.

She looks more disheveled than anyone else, yet she's also more earnest than anyone else.

"You..."

Ai Mu lowered her eyes, unable to articulate her feelings.

"She really holds a grudge."

“This is not called holding a grudge.”

"So, should I also include the hug I gave you in the basement today in the bill?"

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment, then lowered their heads somewhat awkwardly, their eyes darting around, unsure of what to do.

Why bring this up?

Logically speaking, Ai-Orihime's personality is similar to hers, so she didn't expect Ai-Orihime to bring this up on her own initiative.

"...That doesn't count."

"why?"

"Because you started it, and I was just passively accepting it."

Upon hearing this, Ai Mu's lips curved into a slight smile of pleasure.

If one hadn't looked very closely, Poetry and Wine would almost have thought they were seeing things.

"...fallacies."

After whispering her admiration for Orihime, she took the lead and walked towards the school clinic.

Poetry and wine followed behind her, watching the slightly thin figure ahead.

The night breeze lifted a few strands of Orihime's long, dark brown hair, revealing the back of her fair neck.

The girl's horse ears trembled slightly with her steps.

When Ai Mulan walks, she habitually lowers her head slightly and her shoulders are very tense.

Yet this same person would silently hug himself in a dark basement.

'What an... unpredictable guy.'

Poetry and Wine sighed inwardly.

The two walked along the path on campus toward the school clinic.

The roadside trees cast dappled shadows in the night, and scattered on the ground were some small petals that had been knocked down by the rain.

There weren't many places with standing water, but every few steps you could see small puddles that shimmered under the streetlights.

Poetry and wine continue to linger even as they pass by.

Ai Mu was walking ahead when, without any warning, she suddenly stopped.

The night wind rustled the leaves of the trees along the roadside, and a few puddles reflected the faint glow of the streetlights.

She tilted her head slightly upwards to look at the night sky, which was obscured by thick clouds.

"I will go to the mountains to train the week before Darby."

A sudden remark broke the silence between the two.

"Ok?"

Poetry and Wine raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"The day of the new moon."

"I admire Orihime," she said calmly.

Poetry and wine paused for a moment as she looked at the slightly frail figure before her, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Are you... inviting me?"

Ai Musou turned her gaze away from the night sky and started walking again. The brown-haired girl's somewhat disordered pace betrayed that she was not as calm as she appeared.

"...Loves weaving mulberry trees."

"how?"

Ai Mu's voice was slightly tense.

"I think what you said before was wrong."

"What?"

“Your feelings for me shouldn’t be anything special.”

Poetry and Wine quickened their pace, deftly skirting a small puddle on the ground, and walked to the side of the beloved Orihime, walking alongside her.

She tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes revealing a knowing look and a hint of barely concealed amusement.

"You are really strange."

When faced with this assessment of poetry and wine, Orihime, who admired it, did not refute it.

"We are all the same."

She replied softly.

The two remained silent until they reached the school clinic.

The light in the school clinic was still on.

Off-white light leaked through the half-open door, casting neat streaks of light on the dimly lit corridor floor.

A handwritten wooden sign hangs on the doorknob, with the words "Night shift in progress, please push gently and do not knock" written in rounded characters.

The woman who admired Orihime stood at the door.

She turned to face the poetry and the wine.

"What happened tonight..."

Ai Mu lowered her gaze slightly.

Thanks.

"Remember to send a message."

Poetry and Wine raised a finger and shook it gently, then said stubbornly.

"After the school doctor's examination, I don't want to see the headline 'Aiyuu Orihime withdraws from the competition due to injury' in the newspaper tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I know, stop nagging."

Ai Mu Orihime frowned, seemingly uncomfortable with this experience of switching roles.

She turned around and reached out to grasp the doorknob of the school clinic.

"Why are there still people here at this hour?"

A woman's weary muttering came from the infirmary.

"Come in, student. Are you hurt somewhere?"

Admiring Orihime, he stepped through the door.

"Click".

Just before the door was about to close, Ai Musashi stopped in her tracks.

She suddenly turned around and stared intently at the black-haired girl outside the door through the gradually narrowing crack.

I want to see you on the night of the new moon.

Her gaze shifted slightly downwards, landing on the feet of the poet and the wine.

"Make sure you bring horseshoes suitable for going up the mountain."

A soft "click" sounded.

The door closed gently behind her.

Poetry and Wine stood alone in the quiet corridor, looking at the off-white door, and the corners of their mouths unconsciously turned up.

"Suitable for going up the mountain..."

She lowered her head, her gaze falling on her shoes, which were stained with mud and even had some wear on the edges.

"He's a guy who leaves no way out for anyone."

Poetry and Wine sighed softly, turned around, and walked back towards the dormitory along the path they had come from.

The corridor was empty, and the night breeze drifted in from the window at the end of the corridor, blowing her long black hair that fell over her shoulders.

Feeling the coolness of the night, Poetry and Wine tightened their shoulders somewhat uneasy.

Main character: Chapter 360 The Approaching New Moon Night

"squeak--"

With the sound of brakes, the slightly old bus came to a stop at the end of the road.

The automatic doors slid open to both sides, and a gentle evening breeze carrying the scent of grass and trees instantly filled the stuffy carriage.

Ai Musou was the first to stand up.

She picked up the dark-colored hiking backpack from the seat next to her with one hand, slung it over her shoulder with a deft motion, and her dark brown horse ears on her head twitched slightly.

Poetry and Wine sat in the back row, silently watching her back, and then picked up their own large backpacks.

The bag contained tent parts and some supplies; it was quite heavy, but not a burden for the racehorse girl's physical condition.

The two got off the bus one after the other.

Knowing that the two were female horses that had come for field training, the driver didn't give the two girls who had come to the deep mountains and forests at dusk a second glance. He simply closed the car door, turned the steering wheel, and made a U-turn in the narrow open space ahead.

The red taillights cast two blurry afterimages in the night, gradually fading into the distance with the roar of the engine, and finally disappearing completely around the corner of the road.

Without the light and noise of the bus, the entire mountain instantly enveloped them in a silent environment.

A night breeze blew by, ruffling the black and white hair of Shi Yujiu. She looked around, but could see nothing but blurry shadows of trees.

She tightened the shoulder strap of her backpack and raised her hand to press down her hat.

For some reason, Shi Yu Jiu felt a strange sense of déjà vu when she and her beloved Orihime came to this desolate place.

However, they are only here for training, so there shouldn't be any problems.

"The last bus has left."

Poetry and Wine lowered his head, fiddling with the flashlight in his hand, his thumb rubbing the switch.

"Even if I regret it now and want to go back to the dorm, it's too late."

Ignoring Orihime's hesitant words, Ai Musou simply turned on the powerful flashlight in her hand.

The cold white beam of light pointed straight into the depths of the forest, but it wasn't very noticeable because it wasn't completely dark yet.