Uma Musume: Become a Legendary Trainer

Chapter 242 I Don’t Want to Be Competitive!

Sister Gao Feng...Sister Aldan...both tried their best for this competition, so I...will never let them down!
Running at the front of the team, Mejiro McQueen had exactly this belief in his heart.

But she also had some doubts.

I was the first one to take over the baton from my sister, Mejiro Altan, and I was also the first one to rush out of the relay area, so it was natural for me to take the lead.

There is nothing wrong with this way of running, even though I have not made an official debut and have never run in a real race.

But from childhood to adulthood, whether it is the training from her family or school, or the evaluation and analysis from her predecessors and trainers, they all believe that she has very good adaptability to being led and released.

Even Sister Gao Feng, who has rich competition experience, said that among the horse racing girls of the Mejiro family, she has the best self-esteem and sense of responsibility of the younger generation, which enables her to better handle the pressure of leading the race.

She herself also thinks so. From childhood to adulthood, the education she received taught her that she should be able to respond calmly and elegantly in any situation and must not be arrogant or impetuous for any reason.

In previous training, she also relied on this mentality to deal with the pressure of opponents behind her and the possibility of being overtaken.

It’s just that the lead-running method was mentioned in the pre-race preparations, but the specific details were not like that.

The captain of her team is Luduo Yu, and she has always had the same respect for this senior and student union president as she has for her sister, Mejiro Takamine.

She also always keeps in mind the pre-match arrangements.

According to the arrangements before the race, in the first stage, President Rudo will adopt a more stable running tactic to ensure that when handing over to the second baton, Aldan Mejiro can complete the handover more safely.

In this way, the advantages will be accumulated in the second stage, and when she takes the relay, the distance advantage she has previously gained will allow her to naturally enter an adapted leading state.

However, although we are indeed in the lead now, the advantage... does not seem that obvious.

She didn't want to doubt the judgment of her predecessors and sister, but that was the reality.

Almost side by side with him was a horse girl who was slightly younger than him.

Mejiro McQueen remembered her name, Miura Bourbon.

But in her impression, this junior seemed to be more talented in short-distance events and was not very adaptable to middle and long distance events.

The opponent is also good at leading and releasing the running method, which can be seen from the fact that she is not very old, but her running posture is as precise as a machine.

What Mejiro McQueen had always felt from Miura Bourbon was that extremely precise mechanical feel.

The latter is like a carefully designed machine, which gives people a sense that nothing can go wrong, from the three meals a day in daily life to the various training items.

This precision also brought her a lot of trouble.

The opponent's pressure forced Mejiro McQueen to adjust some details of his arms, torso and legs at any time to ensure that his leading rhythm was not taken away.

The lead is not that big, largely because of this.

But in Mejiro McQueen's eyes, Miura Bourbon might not be able to keep getting so close to him.

There is a conflict between leading, short-distance adaptation and middle-distance races, especially in the current 2000-meter race.

Continuing this kind of perfect lead that requires high concentration and a lot of physical energy, and now still failing to grab the rhythm is secondary. If it continues, the opponent will have no chance of finishing the race.

So...what does Bourbon think...

Slightly distracted, Mejiro McQueen failed to understand why Miura Bourbon made such a choice.

But compared to these doubts, she was more concerned about the opponent behind her.

Emperor of the East China Sea.

It’s not that she doesn’t pay attention to the remaining Narita Bairen and Mi Yu, but she really doesn’t know much about those two classmates.

As far as I can remember, apart from training, I could often see Miura Bourbon in the restaurant, bathroom, and library during my time at the training estate.

That time in the restaurant, she couldn't help but want to get some more dessert.

It is a kind of "jelly sucker" specially made by the Yongshi team. It does not contain sugar that can cause weight gain, but tastes the same as other jellies.

Soft, smooth, cool and sweet.

If you ask her about her favorite dessert during this period, this "Jelly Sucker" would rank among the top few.

As a result, when she arrived at the restaurant, she found that Miura Bourbon had already arrived.

That classmate also had an extra meal in the cafeteria.

Out of politeness and embarrassment, she explained, "I got permission from Sister Kyoko," and then got a response that sounded emotionless, "Yeah, me too."

After a brief chat, she left the restaurant with the dessert, feeling guilty.

The situation in the bathroom and the library was similar. In short, she could still see Miura Bourbon outside the training grounds, and it was through these daily activities that she got to know his general personality.

But Narita Bairen and Mi Yu...she could only say that these two classmates were too mysterious.

They can only be seen on the training ground.

Narita Shirahito always gave her the impression that he was difficult to deal with and hard to approach, a bit like the first time she saw the ace senior Katsuragi.

The first impression Katsuragi-senpai gives people is that of a bohemian biker girl who is very imposing.

Only after getting to know him did I feel that this senior was just very straightforward and easy to get along with.

Narita Shirahito is not like that. The impression she gives to Mejiro McQueen is that even if he gets to know her better, he still feels that she is not someone he is going to mess with.

And maybe the more you understand, the more difficult it will seem.

Just like the look in her eyes when she was at the training ground, full of coldness and strength, she should also have this kind of personality. This is what Mejiro McQueen thought.

With this impression, she naturally would not take the initiative to contact him, let alone understand him.

Rice Bath gives a completely opposite impression to Narita Shirahito.

To put it a little exaggeratedly, Mejiro McQueen didn't really want to get in touch with Narita Shirahito because he was afraid that he would be scared by her after getting to know her.

Mi Yu made her feel that if she tried to take the initiative to contact the other person, she would scare him.

This classmate with long ears, a timid expression and a small stature made Mejiro McQueen feel that she was more like a timid rabbit than a horse girl.

At the slightest sign of trouble, she would be so scared that her ears would stand up and she would start looking around frantically, as if trying to find a direction to escape quickly.

Being so timid and weak, Mubai McQueen was too embarrassed to scare the other party, so he never took the initiative to contact them.

The result is that she can be said to have no knowledge of Narita Shirahito and Miyu.

If she had to say, she vaguely remembered that in terms of training evaluation, Narita Shirahito was better at leading and trailing, and had good adaptability in the middle distance.

Mi Yu is very similar to himself. He has strong adaptability in leading and taking the lead, and is good at medium and long distances.

From this point of view, these two classmates and opponents are just following the steps to adopt the running methods that suit them, and they are not like Miura Bourbon, who has any special ideas or special tactics.

With all that information, the only person I knew very well, was very sure of, and was very vigilant about was the friend I had always recognized.

emperor……

His ears, which were blown backward by the wind, moved, and Mubai McQueen easily caught the breathing and footsteps of the Emperor of the East China Sea, and his eyes became solemn.

She didn't know whether she noticed the other person first or the other person noticed her first.

But the scene that I remember most vividly was the chance encounter at Central Tresen College.

It was a combined training session, with horse girls from several classes training and testing together.

The test results were not made public to all the horse girls, but only known to the instructors in charge of training.

The teachers must have had a conversation with each other and reached a common conclusion.

That is, I must have been the best in that combined class training test, otherwise several teachers would not have praised me in public.

Mejiro McQueen didn't know whether her mentality could be considered arrogant, but at that time she did feel that such praise was well-deserved.

It's not because she was born into the Mejiro family that it's natural, but since she was able to train, she has never slacked off for even a day.

With such efforts, there should be corresponding gains and achievements, and the praise that follows is natural. This is what she thinks.

She thought that day would be the same. After thanking the teachers for their praise and her classmates for their admiration with proper etiquette, she could go back to her dormitory to read or rest as usual. Of course, it would be best if she could have some dessert while she was there.

However, a strange and shining gaze caught her attention.

What she saw in those eyes was not praise, envy, or resentment or jealousy.

In short, that gaze contained none of the emotions that I had seen from horse girls of the same age in the past.

It's like the feeling I had as a child when I thought the dessert that was supposed to be mine was given to Mejiro Raiun and Mejiro Yoshinobu.

I feel really unhappy, but there seems to be nothing I can do. I can only admit it, but I have to do something to vent it... This is probably the kind of childish emotion I feel.

At that time, she didn't know the name of the Emperor of the East China Sea, but that gaze came from the Emperor of the East China Sea.

It was under the influence of that familiar gaze that, as if by magic, after finishing the training, she gave up rest and dessert, and her legs involuntarily took her back to the training ground.

Then, she saw that the Emperor of the East China Sea was running on the track for his life, just like a child, as if he was sulking about something.

That child-like classmate was running while shouting “Wow!” as if to vent his anger.

You have some skills, this speed...

But, but, it's so rude and uncultured.

Moreover, aren’t you afraid of getting a stitch in the side while running and shouting?

Mejiro McQueen thought that he had inexplicably started running on the track in order to correct the other person's wrong running method.

As she ran, all that came out of her mouth was her breathing, without any rude, uncultured shouting.

I followed her because I wanted to correct her and didn't want anything to happen to my classmates!

It's definitely not about being competitive!

So, after that guy left, I, I had to keep running for a while... Otherwise, if someone saw me, wouldn't they think I was just being angry?!
With this mood, she didn't know how long she ran before she saw the childish guy leave.

She originally wanted to take the opportunity to leave.

After all, I should have conveyed my intention to correct the other person, so I should go back to eat dessert... Hey?! Why is she back again?!
So, almost without thinking, she continued at the same pace that she had been going on for a long time, as if nothing had happened.

She ran until very late, and other classmates urged her to leave and go back to the dormitory.

It's all that childish guy's fault!

If she hadn't been running non-stop, why would I have followed her for no apparent reason?!

And she kept running and shouting, I, I was influenced by her!

So... don't run away anymore!

No more...!
Then, as she forced herself to walk to the dormitory with her sore waist, she deliberately avoided the childish guy and left with the other classmates.

As a result, after saying goodbye to her classmates, she met that childish guy again under the cherry tree in the college courtyard.

"Oh...you are from the class next door..."

She remembered that she was the first to speak.

Before she spoke, she had inadvertently found out that the childish guy was called the Emperor of the East China Sea.

"What a coincidence..." She remembered that the other party responded after being stunned for a moment.

"Yes, yes..." Then he was stunned for a moment and responded like this.

Then she subconsciously asked, "Have you been practicing until this late...?"

She didn't know why she asked that, but she regretted it after asking.

Doesn't this mean that I don't usually practice that late? !

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to react.

"The same to you……"

"Hmm..." She quickly changed the subject after remembering herself, "Ah...it looks like you're very tired, can you still hold on...?"

She didn't know what she was thinking when she said this, it just came out of her mouth all at once.

"That's fine, no problem at all!" The other party seemed to answer without thinking.

Then, the other party suddenly asked: "What do you have in your hand...?"

Only then did she realize that what she was holding in her hand was a towel for wiping sweat.

She turned her hands behind her back at the fastest speed in her life and puffed out her chest, "W-nothing!"

She felt that the other party might not have seen her speed clearly.

The other party seems to be doing so.

“Is that so… ah, ahahahaha…”

“R-Right. Ah, ahahahaha…”

She laughed the same inexplicable laugh as the other person.

Thinking about it afterwards, this scene was still very embarrassing. What was even more embarrassing was that the next day, the third day, and many days in a row, the same encounter occurred again and again under the same cherry tree, in the same direction.

She didn't know which encounter it was, but she started to care about that childish guy.

Before she knew it, she realized that the other person was a talented horse girl who was just as talented as herself... or even better than herself.

Gradually, I came to recognize from the bottom of my heart that if we were to compete on the same stage, the other party would definitely be my strongest opponent.

So, even though we haven't debuted yet, even though this isn't a formal competition, even though the relay race will be affected by the previous stages...

But all of this is not a problem for you, the emperor, right?
If, in the upcoming games, there is anyone who can pose a threat to me...it should be you, right?
Suddenly, Mebai McQueen's ears moved.

As if he could hear her inner voice, he felt an overwhelming sense of oppression behind her, as well as quick and short footsteps and breathing.

The aura and voice did not come from Miura Bourbon. She was still by his side, continuing to press him without any rules.

Then, it must be...

and many more!

Mejiro McQueen's eyes suddenly widened.

The sound of quick and short footsteps is usually made by smaller horse girls.

Due to physiological limitations, such horse racing girls cannot take very big steps, and can only make up for it by taking a faster pace.

But... the emperor isn't that short?!

Her footsteps...are not in that rhythm!

Being deeply familiar with everything about his friends and rivals, Mebai McQueen instantly realized that the person chasing him was definitely not the Emperor of the East China Sea.

But, but, if he is not the emperor, then who has such strength...

Astonished and confused, she couldn't help but tilt her head slightly and look over there.

My eyes first swept across a black head, and the horse girl was indeed very short.

Then, the abnormally long ears that fell backwards against the wind, the purple pupils that also gave people a strange feeling, and the direct gaze that was completely different from the weak and timid impression...

"How could it be... you?"

Unable to restrain himself, Mejiro McQueen forgot that he had once wanted to tell the King of the East China Sea not to talk while running, and exclaimed.

"…Rice bath?!"

(End of this chapter)