Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 138 Not bad

On the runway, the first bend has been passed.

In a flash, the second turn.

The leader is still a big shock.

After one and a half horse lengths, Northern Black Horse gritted his teeth, his pupils trembling, and stared closely at the figure diagonally in front of him.

She has encountered situations such as being taken over by other escaped horses, being disturbed by positioning, and being forced into turns... Since her debut, she has encountered all these situations.

In her past training, she also received various targeted special training under the guidance of Makoto Yasui.

Especially before and after the Gaoyue Festival, various basic and advanced techniques of leading running are practiced day after day.

She was very confident that if this training match was against Yamato Akagi like the last time, even if the opponent was a senior, she would still be able to grab the leading position.

However, from the moment she left the gate until now, Dajing's running style was completely beyond her expectations.

It was still the opening stage, but it exploded at the same astonishing speed as the final straight line.

It was only the first corner, but the outside lane acceleration that is only seen in the final corner was used.

Even though she didn't use any of the leading techniques she remembered, she still couldn't get past the mark despite trying several times.

No, this senior didn't just fail to use the lead release technique.

But there is no use of skills at all.

Just faster than her.

This senior just maintained a faster speed than her.

However, this simple and crude approach made it impossible for her to catch up in one-third of the race.

The breathing and pace that came into my ears from the front were still eerily steady.

The wood chips under my feet still flew backwards, and the particles splashed with each step gave people a uniform feeling.

The vibration frequency of the lower back is very rhythmic, and the sweat or dust on the hem of the sports short-sleeved shirt seems to spread at a constant speed into an ellipse of fixed size.

The legs swing at the same constant speed, forming two ellipses when viewed from the back and side. There is almost no difference in each cycle, as precise as a mechanical pendulum.

The crisp sound of horseshoes hitting the fragrant wood came every half a second or so, and with this sound, the shoulder blades rose and fell steadily back and forth.

The most frustrating thing is the arm swing angle.

As precise and motionless as if it had been calibrated with a protractor.

Even at the point where the centrifugal force was the strongest in the curve just now, the arms swinging in front still had a similar amplitude as in the straight line now.

So, is this the reason why Dajing-senpai is faster than me...?
His lips opened for a moment, then closed. The sweat running down his forehead soaked into his mouth, and Northern Xuanju felt a salty and bitter taste in his mouth.

In a trance, the figure in front of me solidified into a high wall moving forward rapidly, or a snow-capped mountain running rapidly.

What she raised was no longer sawdust, but the snow that never melted all year round.

The swinging arms are not limbs, but the hammer in the bell tower that never stops striking the bell.

The footsteps sounded like the drums at a festival, deep and solemn.

The remaining wake was like a tide, its momentum preventing anyone from getting close.

So, how can we catch up with such a senior?

Suddenly, he felt a tilting sensation under his feet, and the gust of wind from the outside disappeared indiscriminately, and Northern Black Horse suddenly came back to his senses.

At the same time, a low shout rang out at the end of the gale.

"Hey! Are you planning on sitting around like that during the derby?!"

With a start, she looked over in astonishment.

Behind the seemingly insurmountable figure in front, a golden streak of light rushed towards him.

The end of the stream of light was also accompanied by a resounding low roar.

"If you forget how to run...just keep your eyes open!"

With another start, Beibu Xuanju realized that while she was distracted, the race had already reached the last two turns.

Right in front, the one chasing after Da Zhen like a golden stream of light was none other than the Golden Master who had been at the back.

He pressed his left shoulder downward, twisted his right knee outward, and his calf muscles rapidly tensed and relaxed as his foot dug into the dent in the footprints ahead. The clatter of horseshoes against the track suddenly intensified like a torrential downpour, and a sudden avalanche of sawdust rose up ahead.

With unparalleled acceleration, his long hair like a lion's mane flying behind him, the Golden Master Gold approached the great shock almost in the blink of an eye.

At the front, the stability that had prevailed since the start of the race finally began to show signs of fluctuation.

He shifted his gaze to the right and rear, and when he saw a blond figure reflected in his eyes, he sighed slightly in shock.

“…It’s you.”

She muttered to herself almost inaudibly and looked forward again.

As if she didn't notice the Golden Master's pursuit, she didn't speed up and let the other party overtake her from the outside.

"Hey! Even if you're a senior, you're so dismissive...!"

He did not hear the great shock of his mumbling just now. The moment he passed by, a trace of anger emerged in the heart of the Golden Master.

As one of the top horse girls, she could of course see that Big Shock hadn't reacted to her pursuit.

For a moment, she thought she was being looked down upon and couldn't help but growl.

Halfway through her yelling, she suddenly had an idea and had a vague guess.

Before she could think about the guess carefully, the next second, she unconsciously turned her head to look back and slightly opened her lips.

There was still a huge shock at the same rhythm behind her, and she was also looking back.

Further back, there was a small face covered in sweat with a ferocious expression.

The bulging muscles tightened the originally round facial lines, and the black bangs and white meteors on the forehead were blown away by the wind, revealing the bulging blue veins.

The energetic and lively look in my memory was gone, replaced by red eyes that looked like they were about to burst.

Not only the pupils, but also the whites of the eyes are full of bloodshot, which is the congestion caused by sweat.

Matching this all-out demeanor is the attitude of pushing forward with all one's might.

That posture is indeed a sprint, but it is very special.

His upper body was almost parallel to the sloping ground, pressed so low that it seemed as if his forehead would touch the sawdust runway if he lowered his head.

The swinging arms and the hurried legs have very little room to move because of their posture, but miraculously they maintain an incomprehensible high frequency in that limited space.

The route is not straight up or down, but follows the slope of the slope and the curve of the curve, moving sideways at a very subtle angle.

With a ferocious expression and a strange running posture, the moment she noticed two pairs of sights in front of her, the usually cheerful and enthusiastic girl grinned slightly, revealing her white teeth.

"Senior...don't even think about...getting rid of me!!"

For a moment, the Golden Master had the urge to avoid looking at the Northern Black Horse.

She forced herself to suppress her shrinking urge and smiled unconsciously.

"That's right, what were you running away from before..."

“…Not bad.”

Almost at the same time as the Golden Master, Da Zhendang also laughed.

"This is what it means to win a Japanese derby..."

She withdrew her gaze from the Northern Xuanju and murmured again.

"Then let me see your final straight line..."

Before she finished speaking, her pupils suddenly shrank into needle points.

Although it was very faint, there was definitely something extremely terrifying approaching from behind at a very fast speed.

Surrounded by his aura, I felt as if all the strength in my body was being taken away.

There's no mistake, this is... territory.

He instantly realized what was happening, but the shock in his heart did not disappear.

The question is... who is it?
Turning her head again, her gaze quickly swept behind her, and she finally fixed her eyes on a horse girl with long chestnut hair.

...Senior Cao Shangfei?

(End of this chapter)