Uma Musume: Become a Legendary Trainer

Chapter 257: Tresen Sound Head (1w)

Kitahara was not surprised that Oguruma and the others discovered this.

He didn't think about hiding in the crowd. Instead, he stood at the front position on both sides of the dance team, craning his neck to look around like the other onlookers.

The horse racing ladies didn't come over directly. Instead, they waved over happily, greeted with a smile, and then followed the dance team forward.

It looked like she wanted to follow the dance team through the entire journey.

I looked forward in the direction of the dance team and found that if I went further I would turn outside the park.

After secretly estimating for a moment, I felt that these horse racing girls should be temporary members of the dance team, otherwise they would not be so unprofessional.

It’s not that the dancing is unprofessional, in fact, thanks to Winning Live, the dancing skills of the horse racing girls are quite good.

Just from the noisy atmosphere before, it was obvious that the other members of the dance team had rehearsed many times in advance.

And these horse racing ladies just happened to meet each other and joined in the fun.

In this case, by the time they jump to the park exit, they should be almost out.

With this in mind, Kitahara followed the Awa Dance procession along with the lively crowd of onlookers.

When they approached the exit, as expected, they saw the horse racing girls coming out of the team cheering, and Kitahara couldn't help but greet them with a smile.

"Oh! Kitahara, you're finally done with your work. I thought you weren't free today either."

As if they were competing, Oguruma rushed over as fast as he could, grabbed Kitahara's arm, and walked excitedly towards the park entrance.

"The summer festival these days is so fun and interesting!"

"It's a shame that you're always working and don't have time to play... Well, it's not a shame."

"Because if it weren't for the work you've been doing, we wouldn't have had this happy opportunity."

"Anyway, let's go play together, Kitahara."

When being dragged away, Kitahara was a little caught off guard, but soon he smiled gently again.

When he heard what Oguruma said at this moment, his smile froze for a moment.

Instinctively, my eyes began to scan the surroundings.

Following Little Chestnut and him were the horse racing girls he was familiar with.

Super Small Bay, Mejiro Altan, Tamamo Cross, and Inari Ichi, these are the people he has been with day and night since Kasamatsu.

Zhou Hehao became particularly familiar with opera later on, and he went to Hokkaido specifically to discover it in advance.

Emperor of the East Sea, Mejiro McQueen, and Shirahito Narita are not considered as members, but they have also trained with his team for a long time.

Qingyun Tiankong and Shengwang Halo have not participated in the training yet and have not been together for a long time, but they should become familiar with each other soon.

Regardless of whether they are familiar to me now or will be familiar to me in the future, the racing ladies now give me a different feeling.

At Japanese festivals like this in the midsummer, excitement is always a must.

Just came out of the park, there were crowds of people along the way.

The passionate music echoed through the crowd, making the already bustling festival even more lively.

Colorful lanterns and flags fluttered in the breeze as the night gradually fell, shining brilliantly.

In the distant sky, fireworks gradually began to bloom.

The colorful fireworks reflected on the horse racing girls who were pulling and surrounding themselves as they walked on the noisy and festive streets. The youth and liveliness on their faces were reflected even brighter.

This was a scene that Beiyuan had never experienced before, and he felt an unprecedented warmth and comfort in his heart.

He realized that his previous desire to create a better world for them and his recent desire to talk to them about their inner thoughts were all too one-sided.

Training, competition, including thoughts, feelings and wishes about training and competition are just part of the lives of these innocent and kind girls.

There was another part of them that he had never thought of and had always ignored.

This part is what they are now.

Walking through the busy streets, I passed by a yukata shop.

Even though they were all wearing beautiful and cute yukatas, they stopped at the door of the yukata shop, and then went into the shop laughing and pushing each other.

They kept teasing each other, praising and encouraging each other, and even bickering loudly.

Then we went to the "clip game" stall.

This is a very simple game, much like a "claw machine".

The venue is surrounded by bamboo fences and filled with many toys such as dolls, building blocks, balls, and some plastic buckets.

Use a very long bamboo clip to clip the toy you like into the bucket and take it away as a prize.

Each time you clamp it, the fee is not expensive. These horse racing ladies are not short of money, and they quickly played it more than ten times.

With their body coordination, strength and accuracy, they can easily grab the toys they want.

Then, they held their favorite toys and showed cute smiles of joy.

Scooping goldfish is similar.

In a shallow tank, colorful little goldfish come and go quickly.

Holding a small net, the material of the net is a special paper.

If you keep the net in the water for too long or use too much force, the net will break and the goldfish you catch will slip away.

Now, not all horse racing girls can get it.

This kind of game requires a very high ability to control strength.

If it were in the past, Kitahara would probably subconsciously think that perhaps a new training method could be arranged.

For example, catching goldfish and clamping toys, perhaps long-term training can improve the horse racing girls' ability to control strength.

But at this moment, he didn't think about that at all.

He just smiled and agreed to be the referee when a group of horse racing girls suddenly suggested a goldfish scooping competition.

Finally, with a sense of amusement and anticipation, he announced that the champion of the goldfish scooping competition was Qingyun Tiankong.

I can only say that he is worthy of being a fisherman.

Anything related to fish is not difficult for her.

Of course there are no prizes or bonuses, it's just for fun.

The sequel is also fun and is also related to "fish".

Strolling, playing, eating and drinking, we unknowingly arrived at the riverside.

As night falls, the clear river flows slowly under the moonlight.

In the distance, the center of the river is very quiet.

The dots of lights are small boats floating on the water. The boats are brightly lit, and faint laughter can be heard from afar along the bright yellow lights.

There were people lying on the edge of every small boat.

The goose yellow paper lanterns, like twinkling stars, were lowered from the side of the boat one by one, drifting along the water and decorating this quiet river.

The shore is much busier.

Figures were moving around, some were walking along the river bank, and more were heading straight for the river bank.

With noise and laughter, people rushed to the river bank holding large and small water lanterns in their hands.

Like the people on the boat, people on the shore also placed water lanterns on the water.

Then, when the water lanterns floated away on the water, they stopped making noise, still smiling, closed their eyes and put their hands together.

Afterwards, the hustle and bustle returned to the lively place on the other side of the river bank, leaving the space for releasing water lanterns for other people who came to pray and make wishes.

The horse racing ladies also placed water lanterns by the river. No one knew when they prepared them or when they bought them.

There was also a small boat, which was also arranged at an unknown time.

"Oh, so punctual."

Seeing the water boat, Oguruma, who had been holding Kitahara's hand, suddenly became excited.

"Let's get on the boat, Kitahara."

Then we got on the boat.

Although he had encountered unexpected surprises more than once during his travels and play, Kitahara gradually understood the intentions of these horse racing ladies.

Maybe it was Oguruma and the other three who first proposed it, or maybe not.

In short, I was completely overthinking it before. There is no such thing as hate.

The three of them must have thought a lot about it after the educational competition that day, or even longer before.

The meaning of training and competition to oneself, future dreams, and even life.

Perhaps at the banquet that day, they gathered around Tetsukawa Tezuna to seek advice from their seniors.

Of course, it is also possible that they had already asked for advice earlier.

There are many things that don't mean his worries as a trainer are unnecessary, but rather that these horse racing ladies have their own ideas.

Complete your own game, realize your dream, win the championship you want, and respond to all expectations.

They all have their own ideas about these.

The same should be true for other horse racing ladies.

And today, they should want to tell him all this in their own way.

I also put a lot of thought into this approach.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain how it could be such a coincidence that I subconsciously chose a place and happened to meet them.

If this was still a coincidence, what happened next was definitely not.

All the stalls along the way seemed to offer everything that could be played at the festival.

If I hadn't made a guide, it wouldn't be so complete.

Then we came here. The boat we took must have been booked long ago.

Didn’t Oguruma say before getting on the boat, “You’re so punctual.”

Maybe I should have thought of it sooner.

If Tamamo Cross, Inari Ichi, and Good Opera had not made an appointment, how could they have left Nagoya and come to Tokyo in such an orderly manner?

Moreover, once on board, their movements would not be so rhythmic.

After getting on the boat, there is a fairly large cabin in the middle of the boat.

The front half is dressed up as a restaurant.

After instructing Kitahara to sit down in the restaurant, the horse racing ladies smiled mysteriously and went to the second half, leaving only the good opera here.

The second half is completely separated.

However, the sound insulation is not very good. I can hear the noise inside and the sound of pots and pans colliding.

"Hurry up, hasn't everything been arranged before?"

"Don't make a fuss, I know, I'm doing it right now, right?"

"Where are my raw materials...? Oh, here they are..."

"Um, have you seen the ingredients I'm going to make..."

"Here, here, put yours here!"

"Yeah! Thank you very much! Then, I'll start working hard!"

“Come to think of it, it shouldn’t be a waste, right…?”

"How could that be? I'm here."

"That's true... Eh? Xiaoli, are you so self-conscious about your appetite?"

"Shh - keep your voice down. If Mr. Kitahara hears it, it won't be a surprise enough..."

"Oh, yes, yes...keep your voice down, everyone, keep your voice down..."

"...Alas, let the outsiders hear it all, okay..."

The last thing I muttered was the good opera that was left in the restaurant outside.

Kitahara withdrew his amused gaze from the back half of the cabin and looked at Good Opera. He wanted to ask, "Why don't you go to the kitchen to help?"

From the previous words, he felt that the surprise was already very clear.

Take yourself to this summer festival after a busy day, and then make something delicious for yourself.

It’s quite simple, and indeed quite surprising.

He had never expected that his horse racing wives would do such a thing for him.

Of course, it is also possible that I am being a little too self-indulgent and that the other person just thought it was fun and took me along, but if I had thought that way before, I would have been very happy anyway.

It would be a bit strange that the good opera stayed outside by itself and did not go to the "kitchen" to help.

However, Kitahara soon realized that the horse girl in front of him might have been assigned tasks other than cooking.

Although he didn't say anything after mumbling, he was gesticulating in an exaggerated manner with his back to me. That was obviously some opera, right?
So, I can really make something delicious myself, and then I can eat it while watching some performances?
Kitahara immediately became excited; this was completely beyond his expectations.

Moreover, before he actually saw the expected scene, he suddenly realized what he would do for these horse racing ladies in the future.

It's not just training and competition, but all kinds of unprecedented events.

And very simply, life.

It doesn't need to be complicated, and there is no need to teach them anything.

It’s very simple, eat well, rest well, play games well, study well, train well, and compete well.

that's enough.

What I really should give them is such a simple and happy life, rather than just the highly anticipated and dazzling competitions.

Those are just a part of the life they should have.

No matter how many thoughts he had, Kitahara didn't think more, nor did he plan to think more.

Those thoughts about the horse racing girls were also about himself.

Maybe my previous work and life were too stressful.

There is nothing wrong in hoping to do something, but even if you feel there is nothing wrong with it, it may seem too boring in the eyes of outsiders.

If I were just bored, I could accept that, but I also had to guide the racehorse girls in training, and I couldn't let them become as bored as me.

So, it seems to be pretty good to just relax and enjoy ourselves whenever we have the chance, just as it is now.

The wait for what we were looking forward to was not too long, as the “kitchen” opened soon.

"Clang clang! Tamamo brand Okonomiyaki... Hey! Inari, what's wrong with you? Didn't we agree to be the first one?!"

“But my takoyaki is also made very quickly!”

The first to rush out were the lively pair of Tamamo Cross and Inari Ichi. As soon as they rushed out, they started quarreling while holding a plate of snacks given to their boss.

"Even if it's fast, you can tell by just smelling it. The takoyaki you made doesn't smell as good as my okonomiyaki!"

"Haha?! Are you kidding me? The smell of my takoyaki is enough to make you salivate!"

"How is that possible? Even if your takoyaki is fragrant, look at our okonomiyaki! The skin is thin and the fillings are rich. The salad oil is so delicious and the sauce is so tasty. It must be better than yours!"

"No way! Besides, in Kanto, when it comes to summer festivals, it must be takoyaki, right? Okonomiyaki is your specialty in Kansai!"

"Nonsense! We saw a lot of Okonomiyaki stalls outside before, didn't you eat a lot too?"

"How can that be the same? What they do must be different from what I do!"

Okonomiyaki and takoyaki were already placed on the dining table, but the two of them were still arguing face to face.

Kitahara was no longer surprised by this.

With a smile on his face, he temporarily suppressed the words of gratitude in his heart, picked up the chopsticks that had been placed on the table, and was about to start when he thought for a moment.

"Come on, good opera, let's eat together."

However, the good opera did not come over, but suddenly stood up, raised one arm very exaggeratedly, put the other hand on his chest, raised his head high, and looked self-indulgent.

"Ah! Life is suspended between two worlds, like the stars in the sky as day and night change."

"Ah! What is now, we know very little; what will be, we know still less."

"Ah! Day and night, the stream of time rolls away, carrying our foamy lives far away."

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the good opera singer named 'Magnificent', and I will bring you a wonderful show--!"

Kitahara almost spit out the snack he had just put into his mouth.

I just couldn't help it.

Tamamo Cross and Inari Ichi were still arguing over whose snacks were better, but Good Opera ignored them and started performing.

She has a very arrogant personality.

I didn’t know what opera was going to be performed, either because it was my first time hosting the show and I had no experience, or because I wanted to keep it a secret, but I didn’t say which opera it was.

But her rhythmic opening remarks sounded a little familiar. Kitahara recalled and vaguely remembered that it seemed to be written by the British poet Byron.

In addition to writing poetry, Byron also wrote operas, the most famous of which is "Don Juan".

That's probably it...

It's quite interesting, I mean, good opera performing opera...

With great interest, Kitahara ate his snacks while enjoying the performance in front of him.

Wearing a blue embroidered yukata that is quite gorgeous compared to most yukatas, and performing a British classical opera, the subtle sense of incongruity becomes very interesting under the interpretation of the monologue of Umamusume.

With such a performance, Kitahara didn't even notice when the next snack was served.

"……This is?"

When he felt movement in front of him, he turned his head in surprise.

Then I saw a silly smiling face.

"Hehe... Uncle Kitahara, if it doesn't taste good later, please don't mind it..."

He smiled foolishly, scratching his head a little embarrassedly, as Te Zhou pushed a plate of extra-large steak over to him.

A carrot covered with sauce was inserted on the steak.

"Well... this is also my first time trying to make carrot burger meat. I really like eating this. It feels like there is a lot of meat and it makes me happy when I eat it."

"So I heard from Senior Oguri and the others that they wanted to hold a banquet just for you to reward you for your hard work over the years, so I thought of this..."

"Oh! Oops! I let it slip..."

She suddenly screamed and covered her mouth, her eyes becoming panicked.

"...Alas, Xiao Te's brain is really not enough... Well, it should be said that his intelligence has a lot of room for improvement."

Following Te Bie Zhou over, also carrying a plate of food, Qing Yun Tian Kong muttered something teasing and smiled lazily.

"Well, I feel like it shouldn't be hard for an old man to figure this out."

"Here, grilled saury."

"I was lucky today. I was lazy this afternoon... I mean, I went to the river to fish and caught this by chance."

"Well, it's generally better to fish for saury at night. This fish really likes bright light. It's not hard to fish during the day, but it's easier to fish at night if you use some light to attract them."

"Hey? Uncle, how about we go to the bow of the boat to fish later?" The little fisherman's eyes suddenly lit up and he raised his finger.

"I think your age... No, you're not that old, but you have the temperament of an old man. You always remind me of my grandfather..."

"Well, fishing is a very interesting thing anyway."

"Let's go fishing later. I can teach you..."

Her words were interrupted.

"We'll talk about fishing later, Sora!"

Suddenly an exaggerated voice came over.

"Try this cream pancake, uncle!"

"This is completely different from the cream pancakes sold at the stalls. I use fresh cream to make it."

“Take a bite, the crispy pancakes and fragrant cream will definitely bring a whole new taste experience to your taste buds. Oh~ roo roo roo——!”

Seeing that the Holy King's Halo was about to poke the cream pancake into his nostrils, Kitahara couldn't help laughing and quickly reached out to take it.

Before he could even thank them, a few more plates were stuffed in front of him from the other side.

"Hehehe, uncle, if you choke on your food, I have a special honey drink here~ Hehe, the other guys are too careless. How can there be only food but no drinks? It has to be my Lord Emperor of the East China Sea..."

“Hey, hey, hey, yes, yes, only the Lord Emperor of the East China Sea is the smartest… Hey, uncle, fried noodles… Well, well, it’s not that I don’t want to use very precious ingredients, it’s just that there are too many and I don’t know what to make. In the end, I ran out of time, so I could only make fried noodles…”

"Chicken skewers, I think you should eat more meat after all."

"Rice Bath...I made some rice, is that okay? This way I can be full, that's what I think..."

Everything must have been prepared long ago, because these horse racing ladies came out of the kitchen faster and faster.

After Tamamo Cross and Inariichi came over, they could at least watch the opera performance for a while.

But when they came over during Special Week, and then waited for this wave, there was no time to look anywhere else.

I was just trying to figure out who came over and what they did.

Well……

The Emperor of the East China Sea’s special honey drink…well, this is her own hobby.

Uh, McQueen, why are you like your grandson, and the first thing you think of when you think of cooking is fried noodles?

Bai Ren, you like eating meat too much, don’t you…?
Rice bath... rice... it's so straightforward that it doesn't even feel surprising...

I don’t know what to say about the feelings of these horse racing ladies.

Or rather, he wanted to say thank you at first, but as they came over one by one and presented their works with joyful eyes, Kitahara suddenly felt that any words of thanks were too thin at this moment.

It seems that eating a lot is the best way to express one's feelings.

However, before he could express his opinion, several more horse girls came out from the kitchen.

"Don't worry, my order won't be wrong. Snacks first, then staple food, and then dessert... It's just a little faster. I wish I had known that some ingredients should not be processed in advance."

"Well... since it's already like this, let's just serve it all... Wait, Xiaoli, are you eating secretly?"

"Ahhhhh... I only ate a little bit, just a little bit."

"Sister, really..."

"Master Kitahara, chocolate banana, please accept."

"Ah, Bourbon is so cunning... Uncle Kitahara, this is the ice cream I made."

"Mine was a donut, and...hiccup, I ate a little bit, just a little bit."

"Mr. Kitahara, this is the marshmallow I made."

“I made candy apples.”

Small apples coated in amber icing.

Divided into soft, colorful marshmallows.

Soft and browned donuts.

Snow-white ice cream topped with various syrups.

Chocolate bananas covered in dark brown chocolate and sprinkled with tiny sugar particles.

One by one, they were brought over by the horse racing girls with happy smiles and placed in front of Kitahara.

At this time, Kitahara felt very complicated in his heart.

The first thing that comes to mind is a sentence that I want to blurt out.

How can one be so virtuous?

He didn't know what virtue or ability he had. The content that followed was also very complicated in his mind, and he couldn't find an object for a while.

He now understood why those who received awards or were thanked always used this word in their remarks.

It is indeed a shame.

Ever since he came into contact with these horse racing girls... no, it should be said that he had not yet come into contact with them. It was only when he was in Kasamatsu and confirmed that he wanted to become a trainer that he thought of a lot of things to do.

Later, he felt that for himself, his journey was just to achieve what he wanted to do step by step.

Whether it is the reality of another world or his various works, what he sees is a world that is actually very cruel and dark, where hope and despair coexist.

He could be moved and inspired by that world, but when he came to this world, he only wanted those hopes.

It’s not even a hope, but it brings the last beautiful world of hope directly to the reality of this world.

This is his motivation along the way.

Once, he thought that after doing this, he would know what the horse racing girls were thinking.

For example, you will feel happy, excited and thrilled about the world that is getting closer and closer.

These are true, but not all.

And what he didn't expect was that the horse girls would want to do something for him because of what he did.

These aren’t just the practices and games he’s been focusing on.

In fact, they have never slacked off in the past days, and have always given their all in both training and competition.

Whether they make mistakes in training or fail in any competition, they will feel sad, lost, and even painful.

Now that I think about it, they probably did that because they didn't want to disappoint him.

But they wanted to do more than that.

What I want to do is probably just like now, simple. I hope that he who has been busy all the time can be happier and more relaxed.

Actually, it doesn't have to be like this, Kitahara suddenly thought.

As long as I can see you running on the track of your dreams and stepping onto the stage you look forward to, I will be very happy and relaxed.

So... there's actually no need for this.

If you guys say that... I'm completely speechless.

For the first time since he became a trainer and had come into contact with these horse racing ladies, Kitahara suddenly felt that he had nothing to say, or was unable to speak.

He just raised his head as if to escape, enduring the strange soreness and swelling on his eyelids and nose, not wanting to let the horse racing ladies around him feel what he was thinking.

So it’s really funny. I had been thinking about how to have a good chat with them and express my feelings to them…

At this moment, they clearly gave them such a good opportunity, but they didn't dare to let them find out...

He didn't know if the horse racing ladies looked at him while he raised his head, but he quickly found an opportunity when they probably didn't look at him.

"The new is born, the old is destroyed, emerging from the waves of time."

"The tomb of a powerful nation, the changes of the sea, are like the passing waves."

"Ha~hahaha! Thank you all for appreciating my wonderful opera called Magnificent. I have brought you a wonderful show, Don Giovanni. Let's end it with a dignified curtain call!"

"Hey, hey, hey, how is it, isn't it wonderful, wonderful? Ha~hahaha! It must be very exciting, because this is the program that I, Good Opera, have carefully prepared for a long time, ha~hahaha!"

There was loud applause and noise.

"Oh! Even though I didn't understand it at all, it sounds really exciting!"

"Hmmmm! Me too, I didn't understand it at all! But since Oguri-senpai said so, it must be very exciting!"

"Xiaoli, you are really..."

"Sister..."

"Xiao Te, you too..."

"B-but anyway, it's a great opera performance... that, that... the voice is really loud! Yes, yes, that's right, the voice is really loud!"

"It's really good. Although it's just a monologue, the rich emotions contained in this opera are clearly reflected. If there is a shortcoming, it should be that the exposure of the cruel, evil, and shameless era in the original work is not profound enough. I mean in terms of performance."

"Sister, her experience with good opera is limited. If anything, I don't really understand the meaning. I think it's already great that a good opera can be performed like this."

"Seconded."

"Well, that... Mi Yu also seems to find it very exciting..."

For a moment, the conversation on the little boat turned to the evaluation of the performance of good opera.

Although it was obvious that some people didn't understand it at all, and the reviews of those who did understand it were mixed, but this did not affect the mood of the good opera.

“Ha~hahaha! To receive such a positive response from you all is beyond my expectations. Thank you very much.”

After laughing and thanking exaggeratedly, the good opera bowed very gracefully.

"My performance was a bit rushed. If you want to make Uncle Kitahara happier, let's go to the festival after dinner as planned."

“The performances at the festival a few days ago were all very exciting, but unfortunately we had no suitable repertoire when we thought about rehearsing one ourselves.”

"But it doesn't matter. It should be okay to take Uncle Kitahara to watch them rehearse."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the horse girls looked towards Kitahara, except Oguruma, who was a step slower.

"Eh? Wait, didn't we say we would tell Kitahara about this later?"

She scratched her head. "Isn't it surprising enough if I say it this way...?"

"No, I'm already very surprised, how should I put it..."

Just now, while everyone's attention was not on him, Kitahara had hurriedly rubbed his face and controlled his emotions. When he heard what Oguruma said, he couldn't help but smile.

"I've thought about it for a long time and I feel like I have a lot to say, but in the end I only have one idea..."

"Thank you for the surprise you prepared for me. I am really happy."

He nodded heavily, scanning the expressions of the horse racing girls one by one, which turned into surprise and then joy, and his smile became even wider.

"What I just said... I shouldn't be too self-indulgent. I mean, these surprises were specially prepared for me."

"No, it was originally prepared for you. I discussed it with Xiao Haiwan and Aldan when I was in the United States."

Without thinking, Xiao Limao was the first to shake his head and said, "Besides, I originally said that I should just tell you directly."

"Later, when I told Xiaote and the others about it, I forgot who said it first, and it didn't seem like a surprise enough."

"I don't really understand whether it's a surprise or not, but everyone said so later, so... Anyway, I'm sorry for keeping it from you before, Kitahara."

Beiyuan felt a little amused.

"What's there to be sorry about..."

He shook his head and said with a smile. Kitahara was suddenly surprised, "So, this surprise...was first thought of by you, Oguruma?"

Now, the horse racing girl's eyes shifted away from Kitahara and looked at Oguruma.

"Yes, it suddenly occurred to me after I heard what Miss Tetsuna said."

Nodding, Xiao Limao said as a matter of course: "We lost by a long distance at that time. It was this long, and everyone saw it."

She stretched out her arms and gestured to show how long the distance was. She said with some regret: "With that distance, I would be desperate during the competition."

"I felt...very uncomfortable, and then I thought of Kitahara."

"I think if I had asked you more questions at the beginning, maybe you would have performed better in that game."

"I also want to ask Miss Tetsuna later. I want to know why she is so powerful."

"In the end, Miss Tetsuna said that there was nothing much to say about losing to her, because she was very good... That's probably what she meant."

"Anyway, she told me to ask you... oh, and about Cove and Aldan."

She pointed at her companion and then scratched her head.

"But I don't know why, what happened in that game... I don't want to ask you at that moment, Kitahara."

This time, Kitahara was stunned.

"Don't want to ask me...?"

"Yeah," Oguruma nodded, "It just suddenly occurred to me that in that competition, or in all the previous competitions and training sessions, Kitahara was the one who worked the hardest and did the most."

"I also always knew that you were very busy and must be very tired."

"Suddenly I felt that, rather than asking you anything, perhaps making you happy, cheerful and blessed is what I should do."

"Because of the training and competition matters, even if we don't ask, you will do everything well."

She didn't even question him, she had complete faith in her trainer.

"So I thought, what kind of things would make Kitahara happy... Well, I didn't ask you about this, I just did what I thought."

She scratched her head again.

"I just remembered something I once said to McQueen."

"She said she seemed to have gained weight recently and wanted to know how to lose weight."

"She also said that if she eats, she is very happy."

“I keep in shape and I am very happy.”

"But eating is a momentary happiness, while being thin is a lifetime happiness."

“That’s why I have to lose weight.”

"I thought she was right, but..."

She suddenly looked thoughtful, "If eating this kind of thing is a moment of happiness..."

"Then why don't you just keep eating?"

"So I want to hold a banquet just for you."

"Well, these foods are what everyone cooked after they thought this idea was great."

"How do you feel, Kitahara?"

Now, all the horse girls' eyes returned to Kitahara, and they were more excited than ever before.

Isn’t it delicious?

Beiyuan felt this meaning.

It must be the most delicious one I make, right?
He quickly saw the meaning of this again.

At least it tastes better than what that guy made.

Then, several horse girls looked at each other unexpectedly and expectedly, and he saw the same meaning from them.

"It must be delicious. It is no exaggeration to say that this is definitely the best food I have ever eaten and the best banquet I have ever attended."

He quickly gave the affirmation, saying that Kitahara had no intention of exaggerating at all.

Although the snacks in front of me are simple, they are all very exquisitely made and it is obvious that a lot of effort has been put into them.

Food like this is delicious even when eaten at other times, not to mention in such a joyful and warm atmosphere.

Not to mention in this kind of atmosphere.

However, after praising him, he quickly changed the subject.

He felt that he had to change it. If he didn't, someone might really want to evaluate him, which would be very troublesome.

Saying good things about one side will make the other side sad, and completely consistent evaluations are too perfunctory.

It's best to change the subject.

"By the way, you mentioned the festival later, right? And you also wanted to rehearse a festival program..."

Many topics flashed through his mind, and he suddenly thought of a point that the good opera had just mentioned, and he couldn't help but be moved.

"How about this, I just happened to think of a song that's perfect for singing at the festival, and it's also pretty suitable for Uma Musume."

"Perhaps you can give it a try. If it works today, you can perform it at the festival later. If you haven't practiced well enough, you can do it in a few days."

"Anyway, I think that song is pretty interesting."

"As for the name of the song, I plan to call it..."

"The Sound of Tresen."

"How about it? Do you want to try it? It seems very simple."

Looking at the surprised expressions of the horse racing ladies and the colorful yukatas they were wearing, Kitahara couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

So, when I think of the summer festival and Umamusume...

How can we miss "The Sound of Tresen"?

I had happened to think of this statement before, but of course I covered it up.

"Tressen Ondo" is the original Umamusume song. It is a cheerful and popular song, and is generally among the top three in popularity on various charts.

This world doesn't exist yet, but under the circumstances, Kitahara doesn't mind bringing it into being early.

Although the music and dance moves were simple, they still required practice, so it was several days later before they were actually performed at the festival.

During these few days, Kitahara still hadn't talked to his horse racing girlfriend as he had planned.

After finishing his work, he just stayed in the dance hall of the college, watching their performance with a smile.

Even on the day of the official performance, he was still in such a relaxed mood, smiling and appreciating.

The best time to enjoy it is after nightfall.

The bustling crowd, wearing gorgeous yukatas and casual clothes, with beautiful hair accessories, holding round fans or folding fans, gathered in front of the tall stage with expectant looks.

The colorful neon lights illuminated the entire three-story stage, as well as the energetic and youthful faces of the horse racing girls above, their colorful yukatas, and the brightly patterned koi on the yukatas.

Kitahara was among the bustling crowd, and like them, he looked at the stage and the horse racing girls on the stage with anticipation.

It was like never having heard or seen the following performance.

Soon, very familiar music, accompanied by the light dance steps of the jockey girls, the sound of taiko drums, and the swaying neon lights, reached his ears.

"Come on everyone~ It's about to begin~"

"One~Two~Three~Hey~"

"Woo-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-"

When he heard this familiar "Woo Ma", Kitahara couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After seeing the lead singer Oguruma working hard, he cheered and waved without hesitation just like the other audience members.

So, simple, relaxed, kind, and pure, these should be their basic qualities...

He thought with a smile as he cheered and waved.

(End of this chapter)