Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 140 About to hit a tree

In the evening, strolling along the tree-lined path of the school, Yasui Makoto glanced to his side from time to time.

Beside him, with his head down and his fingers entangled in front of him, Northern Xuanju was completely unaware of the gazes coming from this side.

After the hot spring treatment, they discussed the training matches and had dinner together, then the other horse girls said goodbye and left.

Yasui Makoto originally wanted to send Kita no Genju to the dormitory and then go back to the rental house to review the game, but he was kept back with the excuse of "Let's take a walk together, trainer."

Maybe he had something to say, he thought at the time.

According to previous impressions, Northern Xuanju is a person who cannot hide his thoughts and will say whatever he thinks.

However, after walking aimlessly for an hour or two, he didn't hear any movement from the girl.

It seems that not only does he have something to say, but he also has something on his mind. He thought so.

Northern Xuanju does have something on his mind.

What kept appearing in her mind at this moment were the words that Da Zhenhan said in the afternoon.

After risking his life, the senior also said that he is no longer in his best condition.

If I have to say, probably only the field state during the final sprint of the training match can be roughly compared with that year.

It’s just that the early and mid-game conditions cannot be handled or surpassed, so there is no point in talking about the field.

The senior also said that we should pay attention to the field.

This state is indeed mysterious, and even if you have experienced it, it is difficult to explain what it is like. However, those who can experience it, without exception, have something they desperately want to get.

For example, the champion of the Japanese Derby.

"Having said all that, you must be under a lot of pressure, but compared to this game, it's nothing, at least in my opinion."

Finally, the senior said: “I am not very good at speaking, but if you have any confusion, I will try my best to explain.

“You can also ask Tokai Zhou and the others, but I think your trainer should have considered these things, so you can ask him too.

"The rest... should be about techniques and tactics. I will discuss these with your trainer."

So, I can only let the trainers and seniors worry about it, can't I do more myself...?
Risking your life and wanting to win no matter what...this should be your own business, right?
I think I have the same idea, right?
All along... haven't I been working hard for the classic triple crown, for becoming a horse girl like the emperor predecessors, and for so many expectations?
and so……

"It's going to hit a tree."

“…Hmm? Ouch!”

Suddenly, a funny murmur came from beside him. He responded subconsciously, but before he could turn around, Northern Black Horse suddenly felt a pain on his forehead.

The corners of her eyes felt uncontrollably sore, she covered her forehead and looked up blankly.

In front of us, there was a big tree that was so thick that several people could hug it. The crown of the tree was swaying and a few green leaves were fluttering down.

On the dark brown tree trunk, more than one meter high, several palm-sized pieces of bark were falling down with a crackling sound.

A white tree trunk appeared, and its shape was clearly the same as the forehead.

"No, you really bumped into me... No, you really didn't see it...?"

The amusing murmurs beside her became flustered, her cheeks flushed, and she met a pair of anxious eyes.

Holding Kita no Xuanju's cheek, An Jingzhen looked at her back and forth in the moonlight and street lights.

The warm light from the street lamp slanted across the girl's forehead, leaving a faint red mark in the middle of her forehead.

A few strands of bangs swayed in the night wind, wiping the tears on the tips of the eyelashes at the corners of the eyes, and gradually stuck to the red marks.

With a frown, he stretched out his finger and tentatively touched the edge of the red mark. Yasui Zhen subconsciously said:
"Does it hurt...hiss——"

Before he could finish his concerned words, he felt a sudden pain in his wrist and gasped.

He instinctively pulled back, but his wrist felt like it was clamped in a pair of pliers and wouldn't budge at all.

"It's okay...but this tree is so hard." Beibu Xuanju responded blankly, and then he realized that he had unconsciously held An Jingzhen's wrist.

While he was gasping for breath, the trainer's eyebrows and eyes were almost wrinkled together.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I..."

He quickly let go of his hand, and just like Yasui Zhen just looked at his own forehead, Kita no Xuanju anxiously stared at the other's wrist, and said incoherently:
"Trainer, does it... hurt...?"

He took a few deep breaths and pressed his wrist for a moment. He didn't feel any swelling or stinging, and his heart settled down. Looking at Northern Xuanju, Yasui said with a smile:
"It's okay. My wrist seems to be pretty stiff."

After a moment of shock, Beibu Xuanju realized that he was joking with what she had just said, and she couldn't help feeling a little anxious and a little inexplicably angry.

"Trainer, you're such a fool... How can you joke about something like this?"

She rarely emphasized her tone, bit her lower lip, reached out and gently pinched An Jingzhen's palm, applied a little force, pulled it over, and looked at it again.

Moonlight filtered through the treetops nearby, and she could clearly see five distinct finger marks from the edge of her palm to the wrist, which were slightly red.

"Here...it's obviously swollen, right?"

Speaking uncertainly, she carefully extended her finger, groped along the edge of the fingerprint, and pressed lightly in the center.

"Right? It's swollen, right? Trainer...?"

After asking anxious questions one after another, she raised her head and was suddenly stunned.

She had already realized that she had accidentally bumped into a tree while distracted.

When she realized this, she couldn't help but feel a little bit resentful towards Yasui Makoto.

He was right next to her, but why didn't he remind her?

Then I think I shouldn't blame him so much.

After all, she chose the path herself, and the trainer had reminded her, but he probably didn't have time to stop her afterwards.

Afterwards, the trainer looked at him with a look of genuine concern.

At this moment, the trainer was looking at him again, or rather, he was looking into those eyes again.

There is still concern, but besides concern, there is something else that makes her feel a little strange.

The shadows of the trees in the moonlight flickered like stardust in her eyes, and the fine silver light reflected made her blood vessels flow with the warmth of crossing the finish line in a race.

The warmth in my hands that didn't belong to me came through my fingertips, and the gurgling sound of the fountain in the distance became inexplicably clear at this moment.

The tips of her ears trembled suddenly, and her breath seemed to be taken away by the evening breeze for a moment.

Suddenly she lowered her head and stared again at the finger marks left by her grip.

When she saw the crescent-shaped mark that her fingertip had just pressed in the middle of the fingerprint, she realized belatedly that her thumb was unconsciously stroking the crescent.

I, I...

This, this is...

what happened……

Questions to herself emerged uncontrollably in her mind, but were quickly forgotten.

Although I didn't think about it in detail for some reason, my intuition told me that it was something I couldn't figure out.

Since I can't figure it out, just don't think about it. It has always been like this anyway.

As she was thinking about this, she suddenly felt fingers tapping gently on her forehead and heard a light laugh above her head.

"It seems like today's training match was too tiring, and you've been distracted the whole time...

"Rest early today, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)