When Maruzensky finished her reflective words, Kitahara smiled slightly."You're part of the Eisei Team now, aren't you? When there's a race that truly suits you one day, all this training will co in handy."
If it had been before she joined Eisei, Maruzensky would've thought this young trainer was just joking.
But after witnessing and experiencing the team's training system—unlike any other in the field—she found herself believing that what he said might not be impossible.
Even reaching the level of Domain, sothing once unthinkable, had beco real under this man.If it's him… perhaps there really could be a race I can enter again.
She found herself anticipating such a day—just like she once dread of running in the Japanese Derby.
And perhaps it was that very hope that made her believe Kitahara might truly be capable of it.
But she didn't show those thoughts outwardly. She simply smiled and changed the topic.
"It's about ti we go find Tamamo Cross and Inari, isn't it? Since there's been no news from them, they're probably fine—aning it's ti to get ready for the Winning Live."
"A joint Winning Live doesn't happen often," she added, "we'd better go early to grab good seats."
Kitahara readily agreed. He was just about to call Oguri Cap over when Naise Fumino suddenly stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said solemnly:
"…Chief Naise? What's this about?" Kitahara asked, puzzled.
"No amount of words can truly express my respect for you, Chief Kitahara," Fumino said.
Straightening up, she looked him straight in the eyes and continued in a low, serious tone:
"I used to believe that true strength ant being like my father—a trainer who wins countless races. That was the goal I've always chased."
"My father isn't retired yet. The racehorses he's trained have already won over a thousand races, including dozens of G1s. I always thought: if he's won that much, then I'll win two thousand races, hundreds of G1s—more, if I can."
"I believed I could make it happen."
"But you, Chief Kitahara… you've shown another kind of strength."
She pressed her lips together and bowed once again.
"A strength not for winning, but for making horse girls better. For inspiring so many—trainers, horses, people—to run freely without worry on the track. That's a kind of strength too… perhaps," she took a deep breath, "an even greater one."
"Chief Kitahara, I believe you'll beco a legend in the world of horse girls."
Sincere to her core, she finished those words and, seeing Kitahara's startled face, hesitated a little before continuing:
"It might sound abrupt, but… I'd like to invite you and the Eisei team to join a perseverance training program organized by senior trainer Dino Yoshiyuki."
That caught Kitahara completely off guard.
"Perseverance training? Us? You an Oguri and the others?" He gestured toward Oguri Cap beside him.
"That's right," Fumino nodded. "The Dino family is one of the oldest trainer lineages in the business. They've had contracts with horse girls since the Edo period—though, of course, races back then were very different."
She explained patiently:
"The Dino clan originated from samurai, so their training thods are rooted in martial arts."
"When Chouetsu (Transcendence) was founded, Dino-senpai ntioned that their martial-style training was incredibly effective for improving perseverance—while also enhancing other abilities to so degree. Initially, he intended to train Yaeno Muteki."
[I'm going to use Chouetsu instead of Transcendence from now on. As it feels more similar to Eisei]
"But after our team ford, that idea evolved into joint training for Dicta Striker, Sakura Chiyono O, and Bamboo mory. Dino-senpai even spent great effort building a new training ground for it. I believe expanding it slightly for Oguri and the others shouldn't be a problem."
"Especially after the previous exhibition match—when you helped Dino-senpai by explaining so many things about the Domain—he told us afterward that he deeply admired you as a younger colleague and wanted to find a way to repay you."
"I think that, combined with your willingness to share your Domain knowledge, he'd fully agree with my decision now."
Ah, so that's why Dino-senpai emphasized perseverance so much that day—it was a matter of family heritage. Ardan's "endurance" wasn't endurance at all—it was talent.
Kitahara mused silently.
Still, if there really was this "martial perseverance training" Fumino spoke of, it wouldn't hurt to learn from it. It even tied in perfectly with sothing he'd been thinking about during today's race.
After all, perseverance was a fundantal ability every horse girl needed—sotis called "grit," "willpower," or "ntal fortitude." It influenced how well their other abilities perford in actual races.
Put simply:The stronger one's perseverance, the less one's other abilities were affected by pressure or instability.The weaker it was, the easier everything fell apart.
It was just like with people—when willpower or composure breaks down, performance follows. So horse girls naturally adapt to any race conditions; others need training to build that resilience.
For instance, Oguri Cap's tendency to have slow starts early in her career—that was a symptom of weak perseverance.
And the rest of Eisei had their issues too.
Tamamo Cross and Inari One were both hot-tempered—if their ntal composure and willpower improved, their races would go more smoothly.
jiro Ardan and Super Creek were both a bit too gentle in temperant—fine so far, but in more high-pressure races, that could beco a real problem.
While he was thinking this, Maruzensky spoke up, agreeing with Fumino:
"If that's the case, Kitahara, you might as well accept."
"Ordinary perseverance training usually relies on fatigue-based thods—hill climbs, stair runs, frog jumps—exhausting the body, then continuing training under sustained, appropriate intensity."
She analyzed:"That's a mainstream thod and has its rits—it develops multiple base stats at once. But it has serious downsides."
"The biggest one is the energy drain. When you do perseverance training, you can't do much targeted training in other areas, and recovery takes far longer."
"But the Dino family's thod—being martial arts based—naturally trains willpower, composure, and perseverance, all at once. And they've never shared it with outsiders."
"Now, thanks to you," she smiled, "that old master's finally willing to open up. We can't miss this chance."
Kitahara didn't need Maruzensky's reminder; he already knew the pros and cons.That's why he'd focused on sharpening each horse girl's strengths instead of equalizing stats through perseverance drills.
He had considered alternatives—but in Japan, every trainer family hoarded their secret techniques. A trainer willing to share—like him—was a rare anomaly.
Well, luck had finally co his way. Even if he didn't know martial arts himself, he knew Japan's martial traditions ran deep—and in a parallel world, Yaeno Muteki's willpower was legendary under Dino Yoshiyuki's training.
Such a chance shouldn't be missed.
Feeling quietly pleased, Kitahara was about to thank Fumino when another thought struck him.
"Chief Naise, thank you so much for arranging this martial arts training. We've been in need of such a thod."
He paused.
"By the way, martial training consus a lot of stamina, doesn't it? Eisei's horse girls won't have any issues—they all eat well and can handle it. But as for Chouetsu…"
He recalled how, in another world, Sakura Chiyono O, Dicta Striker, and Yaeno Muteki were all known for chronic injuries. So he added carefully:
"Would you like to try the 'Oguri Cap-brand digestive tablets'? They work really well for improving appetite and, by extension, physical condition. Chiyono O and the others seem fine now, but better health can only help, right?"
He hinted,"Your trainer, Mr. Uchiai, is an outstanding nutritionist. Combined with this supplent, he could create a far healthier diet plan. Of course, the product isn't on the market yet—only Eisei has access to it. So, naturally, it wouldn't be free."
He smiled faintly."I assu your team isn't exactly short on funds?"
He wasn't wrong.Unlike Dano's centuries-old lineage, the Naise family was newer but equally illustrious. Fumino's father and grandfather—Naise Hideo and Naise Eito—were both famous trainers.
Naise Eito alone had over a thousand race wins, including many major prizes. Just his prize money alone would make him enormously wealthy.
And in the other world, the future Naise Fumino was even richer—earning over ¥80 billion in racing prize money, nearly twice that of the global second place.
Not "rich as a nation," perhaps—but definitely "rich beyond asure."
So yes, "money" wasn't sothing she ever lacked.
"That's true," she said honestly. "I used to worry about how to spend all the money my father gave . But with Chouetsu, I finally have a way to use it."
Then, in a tone that mixed embarrassnt and sincerity, she added:"But Chief Kitahara, you've already given us sothing as priceless as the Domain, and now you're helping us with diet and training advice… It feels wrong for us to give back only a bit of perseverance training."
For soone born into wealth and ease, who'd never truly faced a dilemma before, Fumino looked visibly conflicted.
After a mont's hesitation, she said shyly:
"…Then, how about this—I'll sponsor your team in Chouetsu's na. Say… ten billion yen? Would that be acceptable?"
She gave a small, rueful smile.
"I really don't have anything else to offer. I don't want to rely on my father's thods, so… money's all I can give."
"Chief Kitahara, would that be all right?"
At first, Kitahara intended to refuse.But the amount made him freeze.
Ten… billion yen?
He knew she was wealthy—but this wealthy?
He was genuinely stunned.
Still, after a mont's silent shock, he cald himself.It wasn't as unreasonable as it sounded. Fumino truly didn't lack for money, and ten billion yen to her was a large but manageable sum. Her family likely had multiple businesses, and inco like that wouldn't faze them.
Besides, he'd been a businessman once—he didn't believe in turning down money offered in good faith.
He knew full well that his concepts—Domains, nutrition optimization, psychological models—could be worth far more than a re ten billion to the right people.
And besides, the Kawawan Corporation—Eisei's backer—was now based in Tokyo, where space and equipnt costs were sky-high.They were planning to invest in new "wind tunnel" testing equipnt. With this funding, Kyoko and Hikaru could finally relax a bit.
Running through it all in his mind, Kitahara didn't hesitate further.
"All right," he said at last, smiling faintly, "then I'll gratefully accept."
But seeing Fumino's bright, almost thankful expression, he couldn't help but feel a bit speechless.
Why does it look like she's the one thanking , when she's the one giving ten billion?
Suppressing a sigh, he added:
"But for clarity, it'd be best to formalize it through business channels. That way, everything's transparent."
"Eisei already has KawawanCorporation as our primary backer, as you know. We can treat it as an investnt—your funds can go directly into Kawawan."
"If that works for you, I'll get the company's legal and finance teams in touch."
Fumino nodded imdiately."No problem. But to be clear—this isn't an investnt. It's a gift."
Seeing his surprised face, she said firmly,"I ant it. If it weren't for you, I'd have no idea how to spend that money anyway. Once it's gifted, it's no longer my concern—and one less thing weighing on ."
Then, with a soft, almost relieved expression, she added,"And honestly, I believe that money will do far more good in your hands than in mine."
"Please, Chief Kitahara—don't refuse."
"…All right," he said at last. "If you're sure, then I'll accept."
He still couldn't quite figure out what she was thinking, but since it wouldn't hurt his side, he didn't dwell on it. Smiling, he said:
"In that case, why don't we all go watch the Winning Live together? You and Chiyono O are already here, after all."
"…You go ahead," she said after a short pause. "There's sothing I need to take care of."
After giving Sakura Chiyono O a few quiet instructions, she stayed behind.
Once Kitahara and the others had left the viewing hall, Fumino silently pulled out her phone.
She opened her contacts, scrolled for a while, then stopped.
A mont later, she made a call.
"Hello, Mother… Mm, I'm fine… What's his phone number?... All right, I'll hang up now."
Then she dialed the number she'd just received.
A few seconds later, a cold male voice ca through the line.
"Hello. Naise Eito speaking."
"…It's ."
"Oh."
"…The money you gave —I'm going to spend it. This isn't asking for permission. Just a notification."
"…Oh."
"...You're not going to ask where I spent it? That wasn't ten yuan—it was ten billion."
"I'll transfer another ten billion."
"You…!"
"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. An old friend just ca to Arica. He's been training a new horse girl who's about to debut, so I'm going to check it out. That's all."
"..."
Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the line, Naise Fumino fell silent. Her chest rose and fell more and more rapidly.
After a long while, her breathing gradually cald. She looked out from the viewing room window toward the west.
"…You'll regret this. Regret not knowing where that ten billion really went," she murmured firmly.
After the Hanshin Daishōten ended, there were a few rest days as usual. During that ti, Kitahara announced that he would go to the Chouetsu Team to study the "Martial Perseverance Special Training," which drew great interest from everyone.
As fellow trainers, Yuzuhara and Komiyama were well aware of the Dinos family's unique perseverance training thods, and Kyoko Miyamura had heard so things from her grandfather, Dr. Kokubo Ren. Everyone was curious and excited.
The horse girls like Oguri Cap weren't familiar with this family's training, but since Kitahara said it was very useful, they all believed it must be, and were full of anticipation.
By the ti they actually arrived at the newly expanded Dino family dojo under Nase Fumino's arrangents, it was already March 31st.
During these few days, the Transcend Team hadn't been completely idle—Yaeno Muteki had raced at Kyoto in a G2 Daily Hai Juniour Stakes and took first place in spectacular fashion.
Because of that, when training began that day, Yaeno Muteki didn't join the drills. Instead, she appeared in a martial arts uniform, acting as an assistant instructor.
She already had short hair, and her refined yet slightly androgynous features combined with the clean, wide-sleeved white uniform and black belt around her waist gave her an unmistakable air of gallant poise.
The dojo itself was solemnly decorated: an open-air training ground filled with wooden posts, weapon racks, stone weights, and archery targets near the edge—all of which made this already valiant horse girl look even more striking.
A group of horse girls gathered around Yaeno Muteki, marveling at how different she looked from her usual school self.
"Wow, you look so cool, Yaeno!"
Oguri Cap's eyes sparkled; she looked eager to try. "Do we get to wear those cool clothes too?"
"Yes," Yaeno replied sternly.
Her normally serious face was even more solemn than usual.
"From now on, you must address as Master Yaeno."
"Okay, Master Yaeno!"
Tamamo Cross was the first to respond cheerfully, raising her hand with a grin. "So, Master Yaeno, how are we training today?"
"No laughing or joking. The dojo is a place of solemnity. Martial arts must be treated with respect,"
Yaeno Muteki said, expressionless, staring right at Tamamo Cross.
"Uhh… isn't that a bit too serious…" Tamamo Cross scratched her head awkwardly.
The other horse girls felt the sa—including Sakura Chiyono O, Dido Shooter, and Bamboo mories, who usually trained with Yaeno Muteki.
Before anyone could say more, a powerful voice bood across the dojo, echoing like thunder.
"Silence! No noise!"
It was Dino Yoshiyuki, the elderly, burly man in charge. His roar startled everyone—especially Kitahara and the others nearby, whose ears buzzed from the impact.
"Today's training will be separated—trainers and horse girls will practice apart."
After the shout, he spoke in a deep voice:
"Perseverance is a quality essential to both us and the horse girls."
"If we trainers lack perseverance ourselves, what right do we have to guide them?"
"Therefore, the trainers will hold a horse stance with today. Yaeno, you will take the horse girls to the staking ground."
He had already explained the "horse stance" and "stake standing" earlier when everyone arrived, so most people had no questions. But Kitahara was both intrigued and—frankly—taken aback.
The horse stance, in another world, originated from the posture of riding. It trained one to simulate sitting astride a horse, knees bent inward, feet steady—used to strengthen the body's foundation over ti.
However, in this world, there were no horses—only horse girls. So when Kitahara first heard the term "horse stance," his mind went sowhere… awkward.
But Dino Yoshiyuki quickly made it clear that he was overthinking.
Here, the stance originated not from "horses," but from the Three Goddesses, and those horse girls blessed by them—the war horse girls.
So horse girls, besides being good runners, were born with exceptional martial talent and were called "war horse girls."
In Japan, there were families such as Togara, Misaki, Kimasu, Noma, Hokkaido, Tsushima, Yonaguni, and Miyako—all known for producing war horse girls.
The "horse stance" and related martial practices all originated from these clans.
Under divine guidance, the war horse girls naturally knew these movents enhanced their martial ability.
With divine blessing, their power far exceeded humans. A single war horse girl could take on hundreds of n in combat. But the goddesses' blessing wasn't ant for conquest—it was for protection.
According to the war horse girls, their strength was ant only to protect themselves or their loved ones. Misuse of it would cause them to lose that divine favor.
Kitahara, who had always focused on racing, hadn't studied war horse girls much before, so this opened his eyes.
He couldn't help feeling a mix of awe and regret—imagining legendary scenes like "Three Heroes versus Red Hare," or soone declaring, "I have the general Zhuahuang Feidian, who can slay Red Hare!"
Honestly, if not for the goddesses' restriction, humans might not have had a role in warfare at all. The one guarding Hulao Pass back then would've been Red Hare Horse Girl, not Lü Bu.
Lü Bu? What Lü Bu?
A horse girl's physical stats alone would crush him a hundred tis over.
Unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—the divine blessing existed to ensure their species' survival, not dominance.
As for stake standing, that too ca from the war horse girls. Kitahara was familiar—it was akin to the "plum blossom stakes" from his old world.
Wooden posts driven into the ground in a pattern, each wide enough for one person to stand. The practitioner had to leap between them or hold martial stances atop them, training balance and coordination.
Since humans, even well-trained trainers, couldn't compare physically to horse girls, they naturally trained separately.
"Understood, Master!"
After Dino Yoshiyuki gave his orders, Yaeno Muteki bowed deeply, then looked back at the horse girls with a serious face.
"All of you—line up in order of height within ten counts! Ten, nine…"
The rapid countdown caught them off guard. Luckily, they'd done lineup drills before and scrambled into position before she reached "one."
At the front stood Inari One, looking frustrated. Yaeno Muteki frowned.
"During training, no frowning! You must be spirited!"
"Do you understand?"
"Got it!" "Heard you!" "Yes, ma'am!"—a chorus of ssy replies.
Yaeno's frown deepened.
"Response must be loud and clear! Say 'Hai!'"
"...Hai…" ×8.
"No energy! Again!"
"Hai, hai!" ×8.
"…So serious today…" ×8 whispered under their breath.
"One ti is enough! Once more!"
"Hai!" ×8.
"Good."
Finally satisfied, Yaeno nodded, then turned to bow toward Dino Yoshiyuki again before addressing them sternly:
"Follow to the changing room! March!"
Like a small platoon on military drill, the group of horse girls obediently entered the changing room under her command.
But as soon as the door shut, Yaeno Muteki's severe deanor softened.
"Uh… sorry, everyone. I was a bit too strict earlier."
She scratched her head awkwardly. "But Master always demands that from . If I don't, I'll get a harsh punishnt."
The others froze mid-change, surprised.
"Ha, you scared . I thought we'd have to spend the whole day like that," said Dicta Striker, relaxing with a sigh.
"So, what kind of punishnt scares you that much?" she asked curiously.
"It's still training," Yaeno muttered, scratching her head again. "Just… tougher."
"For example, we'll be doing stake standing later. You've never tried it, so you don't know—it's exhausting."
"Even though it doesn't burn much stamina, at first it feels unbearable, painful even."
"If we joke around and Master catches us, the normal 'one stick of incense' duration might beco… another kind of 'one stick.'"
Everyone blinked.
"Wait, wait—Yaeno, what do you an? Isn't one stick of incense just one stick?"
Sakura Chiyono O asked, confused.
Yaeno shook her head.
"The first 'stick of incense' is this kind."
She made a small circle with her thumb and forefinger, about as thick as a pinky.
"This one burns out in a few dozen minutes."
Then she brought her hands together to form a circle as wide as a bowl.
"The second 'stick of incense' is this thick. It burns for several hours. You'd die before it's done."
"Hissss—!" ×8 gasps.
Every horse girl drew in a sharp breath, faces pale—especially Oguri Cap, who looked anxious.
"I don't even know what stake standing feels like yet, but… I have a bad feeling about it.If we really have to stand for several hours, even if we don't die of exhaustion, we'll starve!"
Her comical worry made everyone laugh—including Yaeno.
"You don't have to worry about that," Yaeno said patiently. "Martial training isn't the sa as ordinary workouts. As long as we're not using combat techniques, the basic forms don't drain much stamina or harm the body."
"Most training thods damage the body, fighting against its instincts. Martial arts are the opposite—they awaken potential, activate the body, and align with natural instinct."
As she spoke, she dropped into a horse stance, then struck forward with a sharp "Ha!"
A faint pop echoed through the air.
"You see? That punch is actually weak for us."
She inhaled deeply, then twisted and swung her long leg like a hamr.
This ti, the air exploded with a louder bang, and a mini whirlwind swept the changing room.
"This kind of technique matches our natural instincts."
Lowering her leg, she patted it lightly.
"In biology class, they said our ancestors didn't have hands—they had four legs. Back then, when attacked by beasts, they kicked to defend themselves."
"As we evolved, our arms weakened, but our legs grew stronger."
[So Dude did put his dick into a a horse back in the day]
"So in martial arts, we aim for six harmonies:the leg and power in unison,power and breath in unison,breath and intent in unison,intent and heart in unison,heart and spirit in unison,spirit and the Way in unison."
"Whoa! That sounds so aweso!"
Bamboo mories clenched her fists eagerly, tightening her headband. "I've always wanted to learn swordsmanship or sothing like that. Now I can just learn directly from you!"
"Seriously, Yaeno, why didn't you say any of this before? You've never shown this side at school!"
"Because Master forbids from showing off. Honestly, I don't understand half of what he says myself," Yaeno admitted, a bit embarrassed—then perked up again. "But we can all try together!"
"…To borrow one of Oguri's favorite lines…"
Inari One thought for a mont, then grinned. "I don't really get everything you said, but you're right—let's all try it together!"
"Yeah! Let's try it together!" ×8.
After the cheering, they began changing. Except for Yaeno, who was already dressed, the others put on their prepared uniforms—each labeled with their na.
As they dressed, Yaeno added thoughtfully:
"By the way, Master will be busy teaching Naise-senpai and the others, so he probably won't be watching us closely."
"The plum blossom stakes we'll use are on the other side of the dojo, far from their area. So as long as you follow my instructions for the moves carefully, you can relax a bit otherwise."
"No need to be too tense."
"Just rember—follow my directions exactly. Martial arts are strict about form. Do it wrong, and not only will it fail, it might backfire."
"Otherwise, that's all. Hurry up and get dressed. If your clothes don't fit, tell —there are spares nearby."
Hearing they didn't have to be overly serious, everyone relaxed again. But right away, two of them started fussing:
"Ah! Mine doesn't fit—it's too loose! Feels like it's gonna fall off!"
"Um… Yaeno, mine's too tight. Do you have a looser one?"
The locker room suddenly fell silent. Everyone turned to look at the two who had just spoken — Tamamo Cross and Super Creek. The two of them also looked at each other in confusion, unsure what had just happened.
A mont later, it beca visible to the naked eye — Tamamo Cross's face began to turn red, her teeth grinding audibly, and her little fists clenched tight.
And then—
"You trying to pick a fight with ?!"
With a whoosh, Tamamo Cross charged right up to Super Creek, swinging her fists wildly like a street brawler, her little arms spinning like the blades of a windmill.
"E-eh? W-what's wrong, Tama-chan? I-I didn't say anything…"
Super Creek instinctively dodged, and when she realized Oguri Cap was nearby, she imdiately ducked behind her, circling around to escape the suddenly furious Tamamo Cross.
"It's not nothing! You're so annoying, Creek! Don't run! I'm gonna give you a good beating!"
"Wha—? How am I annoying…? Why do you want to hit …?"
"Ugh! You think I want to be like this?! You think I don't want to grow?! It's not like I can!!"
"Eh? Grow… what, exactly?"
"Ahhhhh! You're still saying it! That useless fat lump you've got, okay?! Let get rid of it for you! Maybe then you'll even run faster!"
"What are you even talking about…"
The locker room descended into chaos. The other horse girls all had different reactions.
"Wow, it feels like Tama and Creek get along so well," Oguri Cap said cheerfully as the two ran circles around her. "How heartwarming~."
…That's not what "getting along" ans, you slow, oblivious ditz… ×6
Still, even if Oguri was an airhead, her figure was definitely great. As for … ×6
Hmm. I can't even see my feet when I look down. Perfect. Inari One nodded in satisfaction.
Wait… what Tama said kind of makes sense? If they were a little smaller, maybe she really could run faster… jiro Ardan thought, slightly troubled.
Well… Tama's not wrong. Sotis they do feel like a bit of a burden, Yaeno Muteki mused to herself.
Hmm… I think I've been training too much lately. Maybe they've even shrunk a little, Sakura Chiyono O mused gloomily.
Eh? What are they even talking about? This whole conversation is weird… Bamboo mory tilted her head in confusion.
"Hey, Yaeno! Hurry up and get those two new uniforms! Aren't they being way too loud?!"
Dicta Striker frowned as she glanced down at her own belt, clearly in a bad mood. She actually agreed with Tamamo Cross completely — but she knew she'd rather die than admit it out loud. So she found an excuse to vent.
"And didn't you say if we're late going out, we'll have to stand for the second stick of incense or whatever? Anyway, just hurry it up already! So annoying!"
Prompted by her words, Yaeno Muteki quickly ca back to her senses.
"Oh—oh right! Uh, you guys, hold Tama back for ! I'll go grab the clothes… No, wait, better idea — you hold Tama, and I'll take Creek to the smaller changing room."
"Ahhhh! Don't stop ! I'm settling this today with Creek — one of us isn't walking out of here alive!"
"Eh? Tama-chan, shouldn't that be you die, I live?"
"…Please, Oguri. Why are you starting to sound like Uncle Kitahara or President Rudra with those awful jokes?"
"Inari, less talking, more holding her by the waist!"
"Hey, Creek, go with Yaeno already!"
"Ehh?? What's going on…"
"Tch, you're so slow! Just get out of here before Tama actually pumls you!"
Amidst the noisy chaos — so grabbing Tama by the waist, others holding her legs — Super Creek was finally escorted out of the locker room by Yaeno Muteki.
After that, with a few of the horse girls deliberately changing the topic to smooth things over, they all finally managed to get changed into their martial arts uniforms and began their very first "Martial Perseverance Training."
(Author's Note)This chapter was my first attempt at writing a cody interaction scene, so I'm not sure how well it turned out.
The concept of "War Horse Girls" ca from a comnt I discussed with readers earlier — I wanted to expand the Uma Musu worldbuilding a bit.
[Translator's Note]
So if Ya'll transmigrate/Reincarnate in to the Uma Musu World and can get to train any Uma Musu (Even ones that were not made into Umas). Who would you train?
For its Deep Impact or Contrail or Orfevre or Durante
Answer it here
(End of Chapter)
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