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

The sand beneath my feet was soft and warm, still carrying the lingering warmth of the sun's rays during the day.

The sea breeze blew in from behind, carrying a salty, damp scent.

Her steps were lighter than before.

The pain seems to have lessened.

The two found a spot on the beach that was relatively far from the sea and sat down.

This is a slightly raised sand dune with a wide view, offering a glimpse of the sunset over the distant sea, while maintaining a safe distance from the water.

Occasionally, a few seagulls would fly overhead, uttering a few clear cries.

"What a pity, I didn't bring any fries. I saw in the video that seagulls live on fries."

Diamond Treasure waved his hand, feigning regret.

"Hmm? Something good?"

It's as if they've discovered something.

Then, out of curiosity, she lay down on the sand and rummaged through it with her hands.

The silver-gray horse ears of the diamond-shaped treasure stood up excitedly, turning their direction every now and then.

Its tail swayed gently behind it, occasionally sweeping across the sand and kicking up a small patch of fine sand.

Poetry and Wine sat with their knees drawn up to their sides, watching the figures playing in the sea in the distance.

From this distance, the female horses appear as tiny silhouettes, looking particularly vivid against the backdrop of the setting sun.

She could faintly hear their laughter and cheers, which were intermittently carried by the sea breeze.

The Emperor of the East Sea seemed to be chasing after Megumi McQueen in a water fight; the two beautiful figures were chasing and playing in the shallow water.

Suddenly, a silver figure appeared out of nowhere from the water, wielding a large water gun and firing at the two of them simultaneously.

Strange noises came from afar.

"The Golden Ship!!!" ×2

On the other side, Special Week and Silent Suzuka, from the same team, were standing side by side in waist-deep water, seemingly talking about something.

Beside them, an orange-haired horse girl darted through the water like a fish.

It would occasionally pop its head out and wave to the people on the shore.

"Hehehe, it's Maya, my dear friend—☆"

……

A sea breeze blew by, lifting a few strands of black hair.

Being further away from the seawater lessened the oppressive feeling that made it difficult for poetry and wine to breathe.

Poetry and Wine lowered their heads, looking at their hands that were wrapped around their knees.

My knuckles are a little white; I unconsciously used too much force just now.

A rustling sound came from the side; Diamond Treasure was rummaging through the sand for something.

"Little Jiu, look! This seashell is so pretty!"

Diamond Treasure suddenly came over and knelt on the sand.

She leaned forward slightly, carefully holding something in her hands.

Diamond Treasure's eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, and its silver-gray horse ears tilted forward excitedly, almost touching the face of Poetry and Wine.

Poetry and Wine glanced down.

It was a small, fan-shaped seashell lying in the pale palm of the diamond-like treasure.

It's a very ordinary seashell.

The surface is somewhat rough, the edges are slightly damaged, and the color is a light pinkish-white with a few uneven lines.

These seashells are everywhere on the beach; you can easily pick them up in handfuls.

But the way Lingzuan Qibao looked at it was as if it were some rare treasure.

The afterglow of the setting sun slanted down, gilding the ordinary seashell with a warm golden edge.

Lingzuan Qibao's fingers were slightly closed, protecting the seashell, as if afraid that she might accidentally break it.

Poetry and Wine looked at the seashell, then at the expectant expression on Diamond Treasure's face.

"…good."

Her evaluation was perfunctory.

"Little Jiu~~ Why did you break my heart like this~~"

"Alright then, I'll give you this seashell!"

Diamond Treasure moved so fast that there was no time to refuse, directly stuffing the seashell into Poetry and Wine's hand.

"Seeing an ordinary seashell should remind you of an ordinary person like me~"

"Diamond Treasure" said with a smile.

"This is a memento of our first time coming to the beach together!"

Poetry and Wine looked down at the seashell in their palms.

Sunlight falls on the surface of the seashell, and the fine lines refract a slight luster.

On the pinkish-white shell surface, there are several shallow growth lines, like tree rings, recording the past years of this seashell.

It's really nothing precious.

You can find these seashells on any beach.

However, it was personally selected by Diamond Treasure.

Poetry and wine gently joined their fingers, holding the seashell in their palms.

The edges of the seashell were rough and chafed against her skin.

"…Thanks."

Poetry and wine carefully tucked the seashell into the pocket of his coat.

Diamond Treasure's smile grew even brighter, and its silver-gray horse ears trembled happily.

"I'm going to find more! Maybe I can make a necklace!"

As she spoke, she lay back down on the sand and continued searching.

Her long, silver-gray hair fell to the sand, swaying gently in the sea breeze.

Poetry and Wine watched her retreating figure, his fingers unconsciously tracing the outline of the seashell in his pocket.

Meanwhile, the other trainers were also caught up in the mysterious "swimming incident".

"Riko-senpai! Let's go swimming together!"

A black-haired trainer suddenly appeared out of nowhere, carrying two swimsuits in his hand.

"I've heard that you've always been very athletic. I wonder if you could give me some pointers today?"

Kiryuin Aoi gave a confident smile.

Riko Kashimoto's expression froze instantly.

"...I don't need it."

"Hey—why—"

"I don't really like swimming."

"But it's such a rare opportunity to come to the beach, it would be a shame not to go swimming!"

Kiryuin Aoi looked regretful, then her eyes suddenly lit up as she turned to Kichijo beside her.

"Kichijou-kun! Can you help me persuade Riko-senpai too?!"

Kichijo glanced at Kashimoto Riko.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 107 Children, I Actually Can't Swim (Fifth Update! Please Vote)

Then the auspicious omen spoke:

"Trainer, proper relaxation is also part of training."

"..."

Riko Kashimoto felt betrayed.

"Good omen for you—"

"and."

Ji Zhao's expression remained calm, but a barely perceptible glint flashed in his blue eyes.

"I've heard that seawater is good for the skin."

"When did you start caring about this kind of thing..."

Riko Kashimoto rubbed her temples, feeling that the auspicious omen was unusually talkative today.

"Let's go, let's go! Riko-senpai!"

Kiryuin Aoi seized the opportunity to grab her arm.

"I've already prepared your swimsuit! It's a really nice style!"

"Wait—I haven't agreed yet—"

However, Kiryuin Aoi was much stronger than she looked, and Kashimoto Riko was half-dragged and half-pulled towards the changing room by her.

Ji Zhao followed behind, his steps steady, his expression still indifferent.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that the corners of her mouth seem to be slightly upturned.

Not far away, Akashi Tsubaki was also being besieged by her horse girls.

"Miss Tsubaki, hurry up and change into your swimsuit!"

Cherry Blossom Laurel spoke up, its pale red horse ears trembling excitedly.

"Huh? Me?"

Akashi Tsubaki paused for a moment, then immediately perked up.

"Great! I've been wanting to go swimming in the sea for ages!"

"Then hurry up! Let's have a race to see who swims the fastest!"

"Wait for me—!"

Akashi Tsubaki ran quickly towards the locker room.

Naze Fumino stood to the side, her pale red eyes calmly watching everything unfold.

"Does the trainer want to come along?"

Super Little Bay walked up to her and asked gently.

Naze Fumino remained silent for a while.

"...Go change your clothes."

Her tone remained calm, but Super Bay laughed.

"Ok."

After a while, Riko Kashimoto changed her clothes.

Poetry and Wine's gaze fell upon the black-haired trainer.

Riko Kashimoto stood in the shallow water, where the seawater was just above her waist.

Her expression was somewhat stiff, and her hands rested awkwardly on the water's surface, as if she were trying to maintain her balance.

Ji Zhao, who was swimming nearby, had already swum to a slightly deeper spot and was looking at her with his blue eyes.