Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 117 This is a festival
From the words of the East China Sea Emperor and the expressions when she and Mejiro McQueen looked at each other, Yasui Zhen clearly felt some subtle emotions, but he didn't think too much about it.

Japan's competition system was originally modeled after Europe and the United States.

Since then, winning top overseas competitions has become one of the highest standards for evaluating a horse girl and her trainer.

In recent years, the industry has paid more and more attention to overseas competitions. More and more horse racing girls have gone on overseas expeditions, and such evaluations have become more and more important.

However, judging from past competitions, if one wants to stand out on the stage outside of Japan, one must undoubtedly be at the top of the game in Japan.

There is no need to worry about things that are so far away now. The most important thing is to complete the current Classic Triple Crown.

"I understand. As I said before, I will do my best."

Yasui Zhen once again solemnly agreed.

"Well, I'll tell you the first time I have any news."

The Emperor of the East China Sea nodded after giving the same assurance again. His serious working expression disappeared and was replaced by a smiling face.

"Okay, I accidentally talked too much about training, let's relax a bit!

"Don't forget, this is the celebration for Xiaobei's first G1 championship, the first of the Classic Triple Crown, and the Gaoyue Award!

"I propose that we toast to Xiaobei's victory once again!"

"Oh! Cheers!"

The atmosphere became lively again.

The fragrance of fresh sushi, the sweet and sour taste of various drinks, and the sizzling sound of grilled saury on charcoal fire filled the table for a moment.

……

The fact that our own horse girl has a wide range of social contacts is an unexpected advantage. Since the help we have received has already produced satisfactory results, we must definitely continue to work hard in the future.

The next game is the Japanese derby, so the ideal training schedule would naturally be similar to that of the Gaoyue Sho. After initial targeted special training, players would compete against experienced seniors in training matches, and subsequent arrangements would be optimized based on their performance in the matches.

Among the seniors who have been helping Northern Xuanju, Vodka and Special Week are both Derby girls. Their help alone can help to a considerable extent in filling in the gaps.

If we can successfully fight against Great Shock and Golden Master, the results will definitely be better.

To achieve this, you have to give it your all as I said before.

So after the dinner, Yasui really wanted to go back and have a good night's rest so that he could prepare for the next training mission tomorrow.

However, Northern Xuanju's invitation before their separation made him change his mind.

"Trainer, come to my house tomorrow at noon, right?

"Backstage, Grandpa said many times that he must invite you over tomorrow and that he must thank you very much.

"The trainer didn't know, but Grandpa was so excited before.

"I was just getting ready to go on stage when my grandfather suddenly rushed backstage and said he wanted to sing a song on stage too.

"How can that be? This isn't the Red and White Song Festival...

"Anyway, Trainer, if you promise, I'll wait for you tomorrow."

Yasui could understand Kitajima Saburo's excitement and agreed without hesitation.

After supporting the event for decades, he has never had a G1 champion. Now he has finally got his wish, and the one who made it come true is his beloved granddaughter. Anyone would be ecstatic.

The old man was expressing his joy and heartfelt gratitude to his trainer in his own way.

However, when he arrived at Xuanju's home in the north the next day, he was involuntarily shocked by the exaggerated bustle here.

After the excited butler opened the wooden door he had seen last time, the surging sound waves from inside rushed towards him as if they were going to knock him over.

Dozens of Kitajima family disciples wearing indigo-blue ritual robes stood on both sides, some waving round fans vigorously in their hands, while others raised drumsticks and hit the huge drum head hard.

As they vigorously fanned and beat drums, the disciples shouted slogans like "Hey Yo!" The sound of the drums and slogans resonated throughout the courtyard, and the large red lanterns hanging from the eaves seemed to sway with them.

Under each lantern hung a photo or poster, and the content of the pictures was uniform: a black-haired girl crossing the finish line.

In front of the propaganda poster swaying in the wind, there is a three-meter-high pile of wine bottles.

Standing in front of the pile of sake jars in a gorgeous attire, plucking the red lacquered shamisen to produce high-pitched music, was none other than Kitajima Saburo, who looked as if he was celebrating a festival.

At this moment, Yasui Zhen was completely sure that what Kitaguchi Xuanju said last night was true.

If the girl hadn't refused, the old man would really have treated the winner's stage as the Red and White Songs Contest and gone on stage to sing a song like "Festival" or "Awa Dance".

"Trainer!"

A familiar voice came from one side, drowning out the noise of the "memorial scene", and rapid tapping sounds came from the wooden corridor under the eaves.

Looking over unconsciously, Yasui was stunned.

Her black hair, which was usually tied into a ponytail, was now tied into a neat bun, with a gold-red hairpin in the shape of a gilded maple leaf inserted diagonally.

The azure blue belt creates a smooth and agile curve around the waist, and the silver pattern on the lining can be faintly seen as she runs.

She ran closer, holding up the hem of her crimson long sleeves. When the cuffs swung, her slender wrists tied with a golden rope were revealed.

A very unfamiliar fragrance wafted over, completely different from the scent of sweat and grass clippings in my memory. It should be the lingering scent of sandalwood or ritual incense.

The girl who had tried so hard to cross the finish line last night that her face was grim, and who was smiling happily at the celebration party, now had a strange sense of dignity and elegance.

Of course, when he excitedly grabbed it and couldn't wait to ask questions, he was still as lively and energetic as ever.

For some unknown reason, An Jingzhen suddenly felt his throat a little dry, and he unconsciously took a step back.

"Trainer! I..."

With another exclamation of surprise, she bit her lip, withdrew her hand, smiled unnaturally, and twisted her body.

"This outfit of mine...my grandfather insisted on me wearing it, saying something like 'a champion should wear a small furisode'. Obviously, there's no such thing before...

"So...it's really weird, isn't it?"

Yasui Zhen finally came to his senses. He straightened his collar and tried to smile as usual.

“…It’s very suitable.”

Trying to comment in a normal tone, he couldn't help but add.

"That... looks good. I mean... Xiaobei's new clothes today... look good."

"Hehehe, actually, I always wear this at every festival... Oops."

He scratched his head and smiled foolishly out of habit, accidentally knocking his hairpin off. When Northern Xuanju screamed, he quickly caught it.

"That's stupid... Wait a moment, trainer."

She smiled awkwardly, bit the hairpin between her lips, and turned her head to tidy up her scattered black hair.

He unconsciously adjusted his collar again and looked away, gazing admiringly at the courtyard which still looked like a festival.

However, when his peripheral vision looked in front of him uncontrollably, he couldn't help but recall the girl biting the rubber band and tying her hair in the same way during their past training.

"Okay! Sorry for the wait!"

After tying his hair up again, Beibu Xuanju reached out again.

"Well then... welcome, Trainer, to today's 'Champion's Special Festival'!"

(End of this chapter)