Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"Hey!"

Ignoring his horse's protests, he calmly said, "Look at the Golden Journey. We've trained for so long and run so many times, and at best we've only managed two or three runs. We haven't even had a chance to run the three traditional major races. Look at them, they even won the Japanese Derby."

Golden Journey simply slumped into a chair, utterly dejected: "Ugh, even my Treyner has given up on me, *cries*. I might as well go back to the countryside and eat carrots."

Don't you think it's ridiculous?

"Huh? Treyner, what's gotten into you this time?" Golden Journey looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a blank expression.

"Hmph, Golden Journey, you probably don't understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka, with a lollipop in her mouth, looked up at the clear sky.

Golden Journey remained silent, quietly admiring Fujimaru Ritsuka's profile.

To be honest, Treyner was a complete novice. If it weren't for her captivatingly charming appearance, she probably wouldn't have blindly followed along. But it didn't matter; after all, she wasn't a genius, just a runner who did what she wanted.

So, just bear with it and it will pass.

“Golden Journey, I knew from the beginning that there are limits to what a horse girl can do.”

"Are you going to take out a mask?"

"How superficial, my beloved horse. You may not understand, but human talents vary greatly, and many people never even touch the barrier called the limit in their entire lives. But what about you?" Fujimaru Ritsuka turned her head and looked down at Golden Journey.

Here we go again.

Golden Journey, who had always been fearless, almost couldn't help but let out a small, mournful cry. She saw a pair of eyes burning with fire.

The man, adopting a devilish voice, said in a low voice, "Horse racers are forever intoxicated by the joy of running, enjoying the thrill of victory, leading the pack and leaving all others in the dust. You pursue your dreams with such fervor, each of you striving to reach the limit of your talent—and then, you crash and burn in the face of reality called talent."

Golden Journey's expression darkened. She couldn't help but think of a cheerful and adorable little girl, whose name seemed to be Ulala.

"But you don't know, do you? Well, let me tell you. Most of the top-performing horse girls these days, if you really want to know, all have similar bloodlines. They all share a similar lineage with a guy named Zhou Ri Ning Jing. Maybe you have a blood relationship with a genius, like the Golden Ship or someone else. The talent for running only circulates among a few races, and when you inherited that name from another world, your talent was already shackled."

Golden Journey lowered her head, remaining silent, her expression unreadable. Her hands trembled as she pulled a jar from her bosom, and then… without a word!

"Trena, you've gone crazy again! Take some drugs!"

"I don't have %^＆*^＆%" This neurotic man was once again completely defeated by a can of medicine.

Golden Journey, hands on hips, despite being a high school girl, struck a mature pose: "Sigh, I'm so worried about my Treyner. Are you really that upset that I won a Game 1 match?"

Although I like to push others when I sprint, and put pressure on others when I'm not having a good time, I'm still a good kid! Or... next time, I shouldn't sprint diagonally, and I should try sprinting properly?

This was the 12th time Golden Journey had thought about it this way, but of course, she immediately put it out of her mind again.

After all, running is valuable, but scaring others is even more valuable. I am who I am, a unique individual.

I'm going home to read comics now!

The Golden Journey slipped away stealthily, while Fujimaru Ritsuka finally managed to find a bottle of water, gulped it down, and barely escaped suffocation.

"So, this guy really did run away?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka picked up the bottle and couldn't help but feel secretly glad that she would secretly replace most of the sugar pills in the medicine jar that she kept close to her body, otherwise swallowing this whole jar of antidepressants would have been a serious problem.

Sitting in a corner that was already sparsely populated, Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed: "As expected, everyone thinks I have a mental illness?"

No, if I had to say, there are some.

In my past life, I only watched the second season of Uma Musume Pretty Derby, and I didn't even get to see the finale before I transmigrated.

While looking in the mirror, he was worried that he might be forced to become a savior with no social security or housing fund benefits. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed the program playing on TV. Then he was eager to enter Treson Academy to see everything about Uma Musume up close.

However, it wasn't until he entered Treson Academy that he understood what reality was.

Reality isn't just about a genius tragically dying young, then gritting their teeth and getting back up to challenge others—a story full of inspiration, excitement, and emotion. It's also about a racehorse girl giving her all, yet still failing to earn a respectable championship through sweat and tears.

In the Emperor's Slam, he lost to Mejiro Komikaze; in the Takarazuka Kinen, he lost to Silent Suzuka; and in the Arima Kinen, he lost to Kusakabe Hibiki. Including Grade 2 and 3 races, a total of 28 races were played, resulting in only 10 second-place finishes and 7 third-place finishes.

My own racehorse girl is indeed an unknown horse, completely lacking the talent to beat those famous horses.

He tightened his clothes, feeling a slight chill despite the sweltering heat, but he forced himself to look at the small figure bouncing around with the Emperor's Dance, a defiant smile on his face: "So what? I will break the so-called talent curse with the Golden Journey, and also destroy the so-called destiny. Emperor of the East Sea, thank you for accompanying me on this little experiment."

The little guy made his way to the final stage with light steps, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.

Mid-Autumn Festival Free Special: A Dance Battle Under the Moon!

Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head, struggling to get up from the tatami mat.

Yesterday, Haruno brought over a bottle of divine sake that she obtained from the fox spirit Hitagi Senjougahara, intending to get them drunk, but in the end, they all perished together... By the way, are our tatami mats or mattresses really that soft?

"Yay!! Our contestants are in position!"

"oh!!!"

The loud noises coming from all around made Yukino realize something was wrong. She opened her eyes and saw that she was in a huge stadium, with a seemingly kind-looking but actually menacing woman flying through the air.

The place where I had been lying was not an ordinary venue, but a venue made of clouds.

Holding the microphone, she quickly launched into her opening remarks: "I am the goddess of the moon, I am Artemis! My lovely readers, have you missed me?"

"RNM, refund!"

"Hey, you guys are all good kids, don't swear!"

Yukino glanced sideways. "That huge 'well' character on your forehead is about to explode, isn't it? Why are you still pretending to be innocent?"

Meanwhile, most of the people sitting in the stadium were adorable little bunnies, each emitting a loud chorus of complaints:

"Isn't it supposed to be the Mid-Autumn Festival? I thought I'd get to see Lady Chang'e!"

"That's right, that's right. I've been a member of the Moon Palace for so long, but I've never seen her. This Mid-Autumn Festival gala used the gimmick of having the Moon Goddess as the host, so I spent QP to buy a ticket to get in."

Seeing that it was about to escalate into a riot, Yukino began to observe the surrounding situation with a wandering gaze.

She saw Yui, Utaha, and Abi, who had joined forces to suppress Yang Nai's wolfish ambitions the night before, not far away. The four of them quickly gathered together and formed a battle formation to fight back after a long time.

"Yukino, you woke up early, what happened?"

"do not know."

As they whispered among themselves, the moon goddess floating in the sky finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Faced with a group of adorable yet incessantly complaining little rabbits, Artemis's face darkened completely, filled with the murderous intent one might have felt upon seeing Orion flirting with a girl.

"You bastards!"

The microphone in her hand disappeared, and she grasped a longbow that combined beauty and murderous intent; the moonlight, like water, transformed into long arrows.

"You know nothing! Chang'e specifically asked me to fill in for her! Do you even know what 'harmonious sex' means?!"

Arrows rained down, and the little rabbits in the stands scattered and ran around in panic, their cries of pain echoing everywhere.

Artemis didn't stop, and quickly drew her bow:

"None of them know how to be grateful! They're all harboring resentment, aren't they!"

"If Chang'e were to come, she wouldn't even be able to reveal her true form; she'd immediately transform into Acer 299 and Assassin 333, understand?!"

"I'm just filling in for someone, and you dare to say a word? You're all going to die!"

Yukino and the others gaped as they witnessed such a rare and wondrous sight: a figure emerged from the platform behind Artemis.

With dark circles under her eyes, Fujimaru Ritsuka clasped her hands together under her chin, shook her head and sighed, "Performing archery skills at the Mid-Autumn Festival gala, the purity is really... too high!"

"Did you hear that, you damn rabbits! If you dare to disrupt the meeting again, you'll end up like my darling."

Artemis snorted, but still gave the special guest face, took back the microphone, and once again enthusiastically began hosting: "Alright! In short, today is a rare dream, the Mid-Autumn Chaldea Grand Tournament, and we have specially invited, cough cough, Fujimaru Ritsuka as our special guest to present a grand event for everyone!"

Yukino and the others all glared at Fujimaru Ritsuka with death stares, but he only trembled slightly with his hands and dared not speak.

On the cross behind them was a tattered little bear, clearly lifeless.

Faced with the difficult choice of hanging herself up or obediently becoming a special guest, Fujimaru Ritsuka chose the latter without hesitation, making Orion the first sacrifice to start the competition.

Artemis, oblivious to everything, laughed innocently: "Everyone must want to know, right? Who is the true heroine of Chaldea! You want to see, I want to see, we all want to see!"

"Let's seize this great opportunity to present this grand celebration."

"If you succeed in the next test, you will receive a prize specially provided by the Holy Grail Sauce."

Beside Fujimaru Ritsuka, a figure covered in black and purple appeared out of nowhere. A golden orb floated above its head, and its body was constantly emanating the evil of this world. Despite its cute mascot appearance, it carried an indelible madness!

"Hmph~~ Although I wanted to provide everyone with a 'start over' gun to help the winners remake their lives, I had to give up at Fujimaru-san's insistence. After all, we have to give some face to the organizer who provided the contestants."

Grail Sauce produced a list, cleared his throat with a cough, and began announcing the prizes:

"A custom-made life-size Panda-kun doll and matching merchandise, including rare items such as pajamas, keychains, and posters..."

Yukino's breathing quickened.

"Simply lay a tablecloth on the table, and you can receive beneficial and harmless pancakes suitable for human consumption from multiple universes! All are made by master chefs, many by hand by top experts like Chef Dragon..."

Abigail's mouth was watering.

"The Chef's Set! Even a cooking idiot can use it to cook all kinds of delicious dishes except for pancakes. The deliciousness and culinary creativity far surpass those standardized foods that are calculated and made with the blessing of wisdom."

Yui Yuigahama glanced quickly at the others, feeling guilty.

"A quill pen that allows you to hear literary teachings from renowned authors across the diverse world, without expending any writing effort, and helps literary creators write books better and faster!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes sharpened.

"Of course...as requested by the special guest, these will all be given away during this competition."

Fujimaru Ritsuka puffed out his chest proudly, accepting the approving glances from his wives.

"However! The person who chooses one of these four items first will have a 50% chance that the other three prizes will directly appear in the hands of someone other than the contestant."

The light in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes disappeared, and he looked at the Holy Grail Sauce with anger.

But Grail Sauce just chuckled slyly: "Hehe, this is also a prize to be given away~~"

However, looking at the few people below the venue who were only slightly tempted, Holy Grail Sauce rolled its eyes and a mischievous idea came to mind: "Also, I'll be giving away an extra grand prize! A three-night, four-day hot spring trip! You'll be able to enjoy a hot spring trip with Fujimaru-san in a completely isolated space and time that will make your skin soft and smooth! It's also said to be a holy place for those who want to have children."

The atmosphere became tense, and Fujimaru Ritsuka covered her face, speechless.

A completely private trip for just the two of you? That's incredible!

The four people in the audience were completely divided.

They started warming up on their own, and a strong sense of tension began to fill the air.

The rabbits, who had miraculously survived, began to cheer:

"That's it! That's exactly the feeling!"