Dream Weaver wasn't actually interested in any selection trials.
Her ultimate goal was simply to win the Triple Crown; whether she went to Europe's Tracen Academy or not didn't matter at all.
But Shiragawa was so timid. Not only did she drag Dream Weaver along after school every day under the guise of tutoring—forcing her to review cultural subjects she hadn't touched in ages—she also stuck by her side constantly, nagging her not to slack off.
Not knowing what else to do, Dream Weaver passively went along with the selection process. 'I can just refuse later anyway,' she thought.
With that mindset, a week later, she found herself stepping onto the training grounds.
The grounds looked completely different from the previous week. Not only were they circled by people with press passes, but in the spots with the best views stood many Europeans dressed in black suits.
"All this fuss for this…?"
Dream Weaver's eye twitched slightly. In her mory, selection races within Tracen Academy didn't involve inviting reporters.
"Well, it is the annual selection race," Shiragawa explained, quietly counting the Uma Musu on the field beside her.
"Any Uma Musu who shows outstanding talent here is destined to beco a star after being taken to Europe for training."
"Reporters want to be on the front lines to get to know the future stars of this generation early."
"In a way, the order of finish in this selection race pretty much determines the perceived strength hierarchy of this generation's Uma Musu."
"All decided by just one race?" Dream Weaver found it hard to believe.
In her view, the track held endless possibilities.
The outco of a single selection race couldn't possibly decide anything.
But Shiragawa replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Of course! While all the promising Uma Musu will be selected, their potential still has to be ranked, doesn't it?"
"When we talk about the European racing scene, it's as one whole, but it's not like that when you actually go. Each country, each region, has its own Tracen Academy, and their training facilities and developnt programs vary in quality."
"If you fall behind even a little in the selection race, the level of the Tracen Academy you get sent to will be lower accordingly, and the resources available for your developnt will shrink too."
Here, Shiragawa paused and lowered her voice.
"Get a step ahead, and you stay ahead. With more and more advantages accumulating, the gap between everyone just gets wider and wider."
'Deciding who's most worthy of training through a contest like this… isn't this just like pitting venomous insects against each other?'
Dream Weaver frowned, thinking to herself. For so reason, she suddenly felt a discomfort in her chest.
Just as the atmosphere between them was turning heavy because of the topic, Shiragawa let out a small gasp, staring at the training field in disbelief.
"Huh?! How co there's one person missing?!"
She hurriedly scanned the faces of the Uma Musu present. Even though a grade usually had several classes, she sohow had managed to morize everyone's appearance and na.
With that kind of mory, Shiragawa quickly identified the missing Uma Musu.
And it just so happened to be one from their own class.
Her brow furrowed imdiately. She turned, about to suggest she and Dream Weaver go look for her, when a voice from the field suddenly called her na.
"My race order is up? Of all tis?!"
Shiragawa bit her lower lip, a struggle flashing in her eyes. But before she could finish wrestling with herself, Dream Weaver patted her shoulder and spoke up.
"I should still have so ti before my turn, right? Let go look."
Hearing this, and with the calls from the field growing more urgent, Shiragawa could only shoot Dream Weaver a grateful look before dashing towards the track, shouting back, "It's Mr. C.B.! It's Mr. C.B.!"
Watching Shiragawa's retreating back, Dream Weaver was stunned. She hadn't expected the missing Uma Musu to be the very one she'd happened to see just a week ago.
With talent that seed destined for selection, why would she miss the race without reason?
Holding this question in mind, Dream Weaver turned and left the training grounds. She didn't know where Mr. C.B. was, but she couldn't just stand around doing nothing.
She wandered around the campus aimlessly like a headless fly, but found no trace of Mr. C.B. Before she knew it, she had ended up at the school's main gate.
Staring at the gate, a frustrated Dream Weaver shook her head. She decided to start her search over from here. She'd promised Shiragawa, after all. She couldn't just slink back empty-handed.
Just as Dream Weaver turned to leave, a sowhat nonchalant voice sounded from above her head.
"Hm? You're in my class, aren't you? In such a rush to get sowhere?"
Dream Weaver jumped, her ears perking straight up. Instinctively, she looked up.
Bathed in the bright sunlight, an Uma Musu with chestnut-brown hair flowing lightly in the breeze lounged lazily against a tree branch.
She glanced down, her spirited azure blue eyes glinting with amusent as they t Dream Weaver's. With a slight blink of her long eyelashes, she flashed a smile as bright as the sun.
"Mr... C.B.?"
Dream Weaver was dumbfounded.
After searching all over, the very person she was looking for was right here. She stared, speechless for a mont.
Not that she could bla herself. After all, it wasn't every day you found soone at Tracen Academy lounging in a tree like Mr. C.B.
"Oh? From the look of you, it seems you were searching for ?" Mr. C.B. blinked, then simply leaped down from the tree. Brushing a few leaves from her hair, she grinned at Dream Weaver.
"Today's the selection race. Why did you miss it?"
Dream Weaver didn't peg Mr. C.B. as the forgetful type of Uma Musu. Confronted with this highly talented runner who skipped the selection, she decided to just voice the question on her mind.
"Is that all? How boring," Mr. C.B. let out a resigned sigh and turned, making as if to climb back into the tree.
"At least give a reason."
But before she could escape, Dream Weaver grabbed her by the wrist, holding her back.
She had promised Shiragawa. If she couldn't bring Mr. C.B. back to the track, she at least needed to bring back a reason.
Pulled back, Mr. C.B. turned around. Seeing the determined look on Dream Weaver's face that said she wouldn't be let go without an answer, she shrugged.
"No special reason."
"It's just... doesn't it feel boring, running while carrying everyone's expectations on your back?"
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