Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 128 Good News

Even from one side, anyone can clearly see one thing.

As if split into two dimensions, the galloping team of seventeen horse girls was divided into two worlds from the third and fourth folds of the track.

Sixteen figures ran on the inner lane, which was in the best condition, and rushed towards the bend along a straight line facing the audience.

On the outside lane, as if enjoying another game all to himself, there was only the tall figure at the end of the team.

The tall figure also entered the corner.

In the blink of an eye, the wall-like figures of the opponents on the right formed a long shadow.

As the shadow spread across his cheek like ink, Golden Ship suddenly clenched his teeth, and the muscle fibers all over his body began to tremble with this movement.

The cheers from the audience washed over her, but all that remained in her ears was the roar of her heart pumping blood.

At the moment of the loud explosion, she caught the sound of Gao Qinghouyi sucking in a breath of cold air, as well as the trembling ringing of the bell in front of her, the disordered footsteps, and more trembling breathing.

Feel it? My surging wave of cards...

but……

It's a bit late.

Whispering silently to the air, with a raised corner of her mouth, she stared at the vanguard group and rushed forward.

Suddenly, huge waves surged up on the runway, and the flying grass and mud gathered into waves.

The shapes of the waves are surprisingly similar, each one cut into a complete half moon by the unmatched force.

The commentator yelled uncontrollably.

"I'm coming!

“It’s the legendary unsinkable warship!

"At this moment! The great ship called Gold... weighs anchor! Sets sail!"

The boiling cheers from the audience were suddenly distorted by the commentator's shouts, washing over the entire Kyoto stadium like muffled thunder from across the deep sea.

The team on the track seemed unable to withstand such turbulent winds and waves. Once again, the footsteps running on the opposite straight line became blurred and elongated, like the cries of fish in the ocean avoiding hunters.

"Tenth! Seventh! Fifth... Fourth! Fourth!"

The commentator's voice pierced the sky, "The Golden Ship has reached fourth place!
"It's not chasing! It's not chasing! The Golden Ship's style of running in this race is not chasing!
“She’s running first position! First position!

“The Golden Ship is in the lead!

"She's now on par with Maze!
"In front of us are Galloping Thunder and Phantom Gale desperately trying to escape, while behind us are Bright Sun and Triumphant Ballet desperately trying to catch up!

"but……

"The Golden Ship ran first in this game!"

Once again, the high slope on the right side of the Kyoto Circuit welcomed the attack of seventeen horse girls. Seventeen afterimages cut into the curve at different angles, like a group of whales breaking through the waves.

Or it could be said that a giant ship is sailing through the waves accompanied by a school of whales being chased.

The moment the straight entrance was finally broken through, the shouts of tens of thousands of people were suddenly pressed into the deep sea.

All boring parameters were gone from the captain's room of the giant ship, leaving only the route and destination as the only guide.

A sense of déjà vu spread throughout the golden ship.

The tense muscles at the back of the neck suddenly jumped, and a slight tremor rolled down the spine to the tailbone, like the first tremor of a fully drawn bowstring.

The wind pressure tore at her earlobes, and the stinging sensation at the roots of the hairs made her squint her eyes unconsciously.

But the view is as clear as when leaving the port.

What he caught accurately with his right peripheral vision were the swaying afterimage of the golden bell on Ji Ling Maze's body, the strong wind stirred up by the bright sun and clear sky behind him, and the silver thread swung by his own horsetail in the air.

The astringent aroma of broken grass stems mixed with the fishy smell of soil filled my nostrils, and the sweat beads thrown by the thunder galloping in front tasted salty, like spilled lemon sea salt soda.

The roar of the heart pumping blood was even louder, thump, thump, and each sound seemed to numb the molars.

My teeth trembled unconsciously and I accidentally bit the tip of my tongue.

The taste of rust suddenly exploded in the mouth, and the hint of blood became the switch to awaken the muscles to go all out.

The small scrape I'd accidentally received during training suddenly came to mind, as did the unforgettable bitter taste I'd taken while applying the medicine. Along with that faint bitterness, the finish line I'd twice gazed at appeared in the distance.

Suddenly she felt suffocated and couldn't help but want to breathe deeply.

But she didn't.

Still holding her breath for the final sprint, she only left a tiny gap between her lips to greedily suck in the little oxygen that was better than nothing.

With his mouth wide open, he bit the wind blowing in his face with his canine teeth.

In a trance, she felt as if she was biting the training plan handed to her by the old man, biting the nutrients quietly left by her sisters in awkward voices, biting the support of her friends in laughter and teasing, and biting the curious and longing eyes of her juniors.

The moment she finally pushed off the ground, she felt her bones making a sound like waves crossing the ocean.

This body is no longer a small sailboat that cannot withstand the wind and waves.

Every inch of muscle has been soaked in wind, frost, rain and snow, every blood vessel is flowing with the sunlight and moonlight on the training ground, and every inch of skin is branded with the remaining warmth of the winner and the unwillingness of the loser.

Closer, the finish line that I crossed twice is even closer.

Suddenly, she remembered the mirror in her dressing room that morning.

What was reflected there was not only a tall horse girl with long silver-gray hair and deliberately weird appearance.

It is also a giant golden ship that is the only one of its kind among thousands of ships that have passed by.

This is the third time, this route... eh?

A sudden feeling of fatigue spread throughout his body, and Huang Jinchuan stopped in confusion. Only then did he realize that at some point he had gone from a reckless sprint to an inexplicable jog.

No, it's not inexplicable.

Instead, he crossed the finish line unknowingly, jogging habitually according to his day-to-day training.

So what is the result of this voyage...?
Suddenly coming back to her senses, she turned to the notice board in the stadium.

Before my blurry vision could focus, deafening shouts mixed with the broken sound of the commentary came into my ears like a tsunami.

“She did it! She did it!
"Finally! She surpassed the Clever Maze and withstood the Fame Game! She...

“Done it!

"After three battles, Tianchun finally holds the shield! The golden giant ship is coming to Kyoto!

"The winner of this Emperor's Spring Viewing is...

"Golden Ship!!"

He was stunned again, and the familiar yet unfamiliar name on the distant signboard became clear in his sight.

The corners of her mouth lifted uncontrollably, and she unconsciously raised her arms, clenched her fists, assumed a habitual posture, and muttered to herself:
"Well, the commentary sounds much better this time, but was that a hiragana? Or was it a horizontal link? Why does it sound weird...

"If it's a horizontal connection, then there's one sentence missing. What's the missing part called...

"Never mind, it doesn't matter. Anyway, let me make up for it.

"What to make up...

"correct.

"Rong! Tell us everything! Hahahaha!"

She put her hands on her hips and laughed as if no one was around. Suddenly, she saw an old man on the inside of the finish line waving at her with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Next to the old woman, a horse racing girl with short black hair and black braids also waved at her with a gratified smile.

Uncontrollably, she rushed forward in surprise and joy, jumping up as if to kick someone, and climbed over the railing.

Obviously startled, the black-haired horse racing girl picked up the old man and stepped back, giving him a blaming look.

She didn't care. After standing still, she put her hands on her hips and laughed again.

"Hey! I told you there will be no problem with this match!
"See, old man, elder sister, I...

“I did it!!”

(End of this chapter)