"War. War never changes."
"The Second Field War, sparked by Dream Weaver and Nanno Sumire—also known in history as the One-Day War."
"With the great Gold Ship declaring, 'Let join in too!' things spiraled completely out of control."
"In the end, every Uma Musu present was dragged into a muddy abyss with no hope of escape."
"Gwah—"
On the dirt path by the fields, Gold Ship's dramatic narration was cut short by a swift chop to the neck from Dream Weaver.
"That was never part of the setting," Dream Weaver said, retracting her hand with a sigh as she looked at the mud-splattered Gold Ship.
"Even the true history was concealed by an unseen hand, until no one remained who knew the truth of that war."
"This is but a glimpse of the dark age of the Uma Musu."
But Gold Ship showed no remorse. Still dodging Dream Weaver's attacks, she delivered her closing lines full of sly taphors and sarcasm.
As the target of those insinuations, Dream Weaver could only tug at the corner of her mouth speechlessly.
She fell silent after that, simply following the group as they made their way to Makusa's ho.
Walking along the field path with several other Uma Musu, Dream Weaver watched the backs of her companions—Gold Ship waving a tree branch ahead, her own hands still dirty from work. For a mont, she was lost in thought.
This was her first ti experiencing sothing like this—going to a friend's house with classmates.
Back in the scripted world, she'd ford friendships with Narita Top Road and the others, but the pressure of the main quest left her no ti to relax or hang out.
This ti, though, the scenario started off simple for Dream Weaver, who retained mories of the real world. The real challenges hadn't even begun yet, leaving her plenty of ti to joke around with friends.
Realizing this, it struck her that this period might turn out to be unexpectedly precious.
"What's on your mind?"
Noticing Dream Weaver spacing out, Nanno Sumire poked her arm and asked.
Even though they'd just been roughhousing, it didn't an they didn't get along. On the contrary, the clever Sumire always noticed when sothing was off with Dream Weaver.
Snapped out of her thoughts, Dream Weaver turned to Sumire.
"Why'd you dye your hair blonde? Do you just like the color?"
Hearing that, Sumire unconsciously twirled a strand of her hair.
"Not really. I just thought it looked nice. All the models and celebrities in magazines dye their hair this color anyway."
Her tone was casual, but Dream Weaver could sohow tell what she was really thinking.
She rembered Sumire once telling her that to fit in at Kasamatsu, you had to blend in with the crowd. That's why, when Oguri Roman failed without seeming too upset, Sumire put on the sa act in front of everyone.
The blonde hair was part of that too—dyeing it was Sumire's way of trying to fit into the mainstream during her lost period after giving up on becoming an Uma Musu.
"Your natural brown hair was pretty nice too, though."
Dream Weaver glanced at the roots of Sumire's hair, where the brown was gradually growing out. She hadn't redyed it in a long ti—that trip they took together last ti was just an excuse.
Hearing that, Sumire's face flushed, and she instinctively hid behind her hair.
"Makes look like so country girl."
"Hey, I finally say sothing nice and you imdiately backtrack."
Sumire's eyes went deadpan, and she elbowed Dream Weaver irritably in the side.
"Country girls are fine though. You don't have to change yourself to keep up with city trends."
"Aren't we aiming for the central circuit? Once you beco a star there, everyone will start copying you and dye their hair brown."
"What kind of nonsense is that? There's no way that'd happen."
Sumire elbowed her again, annoyed, but for so reason the blush on her face didn't fade.
"Out of all of us, only you and Oguri Roman have a shot at making it to the central circuit. Have you decided on your race schedule yet?"
She abruptly changed the subject.
Dream Weaver, still watching their friends horsing around up ahead, didn't notice Sumire's odd behavior. She thought for a mont before answering.
"The Gifu Gold Cup in October, the Kasamatsu Kinen in November, and the Shiwasu Kinen in December."
"That's the race schedule Chizuru and Kitahara settled on for this year."
"They're still debating whether to enter the Kasamatsu Grand Prize next March. If not, we'll probably start scheduling central circuit races."
Sumire listened quietly, hands behind her back, kicking a small stone as she walked. Only after Dream Weaver finished did she ask:
"What's special about the Kasamatsu Grand Prize?"
"They say it's the centerpiece of Kasamatsu's spring season. If you win, you qualify for the Haneda Hai."
"Not that I can enter anyway. The Haneda Hai is deliberately scheduled on the sa day as the Japanese Derby—like the local circuits are trying to compete with the central ones."
"But that's all in the past now. These days, the local circuits don't have what it takes to rival the central ones."
"Kitahara wants to start with the Satsuki Sho and aim for the Triple Crown, but Chizuru thinks I should just go straight for the Japanese Derby. So they're stuck arguing."
Hearing nas like the Satsuki Sho, the Triple Crown, and the Japanese Derby coming one after another from Dream Weaver's mouth made Sumire feel a little dazed.
This ti last year, she never would've imagined being this close to top-tier races—or having soone around her actually considering competing in them.
"Such distant goals… I'll probably never catch up to you."
Sumire lowered her head, her expression hidden.
Sensing the shift in her tone, Dream Weaver wanted to say sothing comforting, but before she could, Sumire continued:
"You said the Haneda Hai was set up to compete with the Japanese Derby, right?"
She turned slightly toward Dream Weaver with a smile.
"Then I'll just aim for the Haneda Hai. While you're winning the Japanese Derby, I'll take the Haneda Hai."
"Don't let … don't let everyone down, okay? Our local hero?"
Sumire held out a fist. Looking at her—face and hair streaked with dirt, clothes wrinkled and soaked with mud—Dream Weaver thought she seed far more captivating now than she had back when they first t, all dressed up and polished.
Dream Weaver bumped her fist against Sumire's.
"I'll show you."
They shared a smile, but before they could say more, Kobayashi Kaze turned back from ahead and waved at them, shouting:
"Hurry up, you two! This isn't a date, you know! If we're late getting back to Gramps' place, the food will get cold!"
Seeing the other Uma Musu calling out to them, Dream Weaver and Sumire responded and quickly caught up to their friends.
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