Having trained real horses, why are we now training racehorse girls after time-traveling?

Okino was also taken aback by his old friend Tojo Hana's retort and didn't know how to respond for a moment. Fortunately, Special Zhou, who was standing next to him, turned around and said very seriously:

"Don't worry, Trainer. I'll be competing for the Classic Triple Crown next year, and I'll win as many matches as possible for you!"

"Yeah, I have faith in you, Little Te. Next year, the operas won't clash with you. The person you'll be facing is probably the Golden Master from the Miracle Team, right? She's your only competitor for the Classic Year."

"Yes! I will definitely not lose to Master Zhou!" Special Zhou nodded obediently and solemnly, seemingly quite confident about her future.

"Well then, next up is our third most popular contestant! Oh! I haven't even announced it yet, and the atmosphere is already buzzing with excitement. I'm sure everyone knows who's next, right?"

"That's right, the vice president from Treson Academy! Our hero! The indomitable empress—Qi Gauge!"

Amidst Misato Akasaka's excited shouts, the girl in the final outfit silently walked onto the stage. She didn't speak or make any extra movements, but just standing there was enough to make all the participating horse girls feel immense pressure.

"This is... the Empress's oppressive power." Below the stage, Megumi Ryan trembled all over, and then couldn't help but say excitedly, "As expected of the Empress, Arima Kinen's appearance alone was already exciting enough. I never thought she would just be a runner-up this time."

"Just keeping up? What does that mean?" Megumi McQueen clearly didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, however, Megumi Ryan smiled slightly and said:

"McQueen, you must know that for us, there is probably no chance of winning this Arima Kinen race. We are just here to compete, to feel this tension, and to make ourselves stronger."

"The real protagonists this time are only the Emperor and the Overlord, there is no other possibility. The Empress's participation this time is to ensure that the competition can be completed smoothly. She is not here for first place."

"...Sister Ryan, are you saying that besides Good Opera and the President, there is no possibility of a third winner this time?" McQueen suddenly realized this. Although she had already anticipated this possibility, she still couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when she heard it from Ryan's mouth.

After all, no racehorse girl wants to be a runner-up in a race, no matter how strong her opponent is. They are all proud racehorse girls, and none of them want to be a runner-up.

"—Do you really think that when the Emperor and the Overlord truly clash on the field, anyone else will have a chance of winning?"

However, as McQueen spoke, before Ryan could even reply, he noticed that the air tank had unknowingly stepped down from the stage and stood before them, softly saying:

"McQueen, your idea is good, but perhaps you have never felt the aura of two kings who can dominate the racetrack clashing? In that kind of aura, a racehorse girl who is not qualified simply has no chance to continue the race."

"Of course, you might not feel it now, but once we get to the racetrack, you'll see just how terrifying that usually amiable president really is when she's the 'Emperor' of the racehorses."

"If you really have the ability to break through your limits and become the third possible winning female racehorse—I have no objection; perhaps it would even be a good thing."

As Qi Cao spoke, he slowly walked towards the backstage area. As Qi Cao left, Good Opera, dressed in its final costume, brushed past him.

The two racehorse girls exchanged a glance, as if they had already exchanged a blow through their eyes. Qi Kuo calmly turned her head and said, word by word:

"You've gotten stronger again. Great opera, I can feel it."

"Even so, whether you can wrest her position from the 'Emperor' remains to be seen. You may be the last challenger, but you may not be."

"This time, run with confidence, compete, and surpass others. I will guarantee everything for you—no one can influence your duel."

Having said that, Qi Kao slowly left without looking back, while Good Opera's steps, after a slight pause, continued without hesitation, striding forward with the unique steps of a monarch.

Meanwhile, outside, the voice of Misato Akasaka finally arrived, accompanying the steps of the opera as it gradually stepped onto the stage.

"Next up is one of the two protagonists that everyone has been waiting for. This year, she won the classic Triple Crown and became the fourth 'King' of Triple Crown racehorses! Let's all shout her name!"

"Great opera! Great opera! Great opera!!" XN

Under the voice of Misato Akasaka, dressed in a dazzling gold and pink outfit, and wearing a crown that shone brighter than ever before, Good Opera stepped onto the stage with unparalleled confidence. What greeted her was the cheers and celebrations of the entire audience, which felt both familiar and strange to her. Everyone was applauding for her.

Good Opera's gaze swept over everyone around her—it was her habit to check each audience member's expression. She was now certain that she was the one everyone was watching.

Soon, her gaze settled on Wada, whose face was not visible at the moment, and who was wearing familiar clothes that made the opera feel strange.

At that moment, she saw the other person waving at her. Good Opera smiled slightly and then, under everyone's gaze, puffed out her proud chest and raised one of her arms high in response.

The opera was met with even more enthusiastic applause and cheers, which lasted for several minutes before gradually subsiding.

"And what follows is our real highlight this time!"

"Also from Central Teresen Academy, the student council president, representing the pinnacle of Japanese Uma Musume! The symbol of 'Emperor' Rudol!"

"This time, as our number one favorite for the tournament, the Empress has returned to the arena with absolute popularity and strength. How will she respond to the Overlord who challenges her position as Empress?!"

Before she was seen, her voice was heard—to be precise, even without making a sound, everyone could feel the aura of Rudol as she walked step by step toward the stage.

At this moment, the opera singer, unusually serious as if facing a formidable enemy, slowly lowered her hand and turned around. Accompanied by a series of footsteps, the "Emperor's" figure stepped onto the stage.

The absolute ruler of the arena, "Emperor" Rudol, has arrived on stage with a truly all-out effort!

Chapter 208: The Emperor at His Peak, A Battle He Goes All Out!

In stark contrast to the frenzied enthusiasm before the opera's premiere, the scene fell silent the moment Rudolf appeared, dressed in a majestic victory suit that resembled a modified military uniform.

The real emperor, with her mere presence, already overwhelmed everyone with her aura. All the racehorse girls unconsciously bowed slightly and lowered their heads to show their utmost respect and obedience to this "emperor".

"This is... the symbol of Rudolf. I thought she had forgotten she was a racehorse girl after sitting in an office for so long. But now she looks just as charming as ever."

In the stands, next to Wada, a racehorse girl suddenly spoke up, immediately attracting everyone's attention. Wada and his group all looked over and discovered a spirited racehorse girl with short hair and white highlights in the middle, who had arrived there at some point.

The other person seemed to notice Wada's eyes as well, and gave a somewhat friendly smile, saying:

"Hey, everyone from Team Miracle, this guy... if I'm not mistaken, is Ryuji Wada, the trainer from Good Opera."

"Your outfit is quite interesting and original, but if you want to win against the 'Emperor,' clothes alone won't do."

"You are..." But before Wada could even think the other person looked familiar, the Emperor of the East Sea, who was standing next to Jinlang, noticed him and immediately exclaimed in surprise:

"Ah, Sirius! Why are you here?"

"Your Majesty, you're here too! I heard you joined this team last time, but I haven't had a chance to come and see you. I'm so glad you're here."

The racehorse girl, known as "Sirius," greeted the Emperor of the East Sea in a fairly mild manner, then turned to Wada and smiled faintly:

"Nice to meet you all. I am the symbol of Sirius. Perhaps you have heard my name from the student council or the emperor."

"The symbol of Sirius? That's truly... I've heard so much about it."

As for this name, both the racehorse girl and the three trainers had certainly heard of it. Although their understanding might differ, there was no doubt that if anyone present knew about the symbol of Rudolf, the symbol of Sirius might have more authority to speak on the matter than the Emperor of the East Sea.

"Since you know me, you should also know who you are challenging, right?" Sirius nodded, then turned her gaze to the stage. From the beginning, her eyes were fixed on the magnificent opera that did not bow down or lower its head under the emperor's majesty. She was the only racehorse girl in the entire audience who did not yield to the emperor at this moment.

“It’s truly astonishing… If it were before, I would never have believed that this seemingly ordinary racehorse girl could be completely unafraid of Rudolph’s majesty, just like me. But now that the facts are before me, I have no choice but to believe it.”

“But simply not being afraid is not enough. Representative Qianming… she is not afraid of the emperor’s majesty, but in the end she still falls under the emperor’s authority. Therefore, simply not being afraid is useless.”

"It's a pity that I only recently returned. Otherwise, if I could give you some special training, your success rate in challenging His Majesty the Emperor this time might be even higher."

Sirius's tone carried a hint of regret, but he then turned to Wada, saying with a smile:

"But just for daring to challenge the Emperor, well done, I have high hopes for you, Trainer Wada. Although you may not be able to defeat the Emperor, just seeing this guy excitedly step forward to fight, that alone makes this era belong to you."

As he said this, Sirius gave Wada a thumbs up, praising him in his tone. Then, with a hint of regret, he said, "What a pity. If you had been here a few years earlier, someone as daring as you would probably be my trainer. In that case, the outcome of my battle with this emperor would be hard to say."

"...I believe good opera will win, even though I am a very mediocre trainer, I believe she will win...even though it makes me feel ashamed."

Wada was at a loss for words. Although Sirius hadn't said it directly, it was clear that she didn't think much of Good Opera. Wada could understand Sirius's unspoken meaning. Moreover, even as an observer, Wada knew that Good Opera was still at a disadvantage against Rudolf's symbol.

The opera is excellent... perhaps it has surpassed the peak that Hotan recognizes, but it seems there is still a long way to go before it surpasses the emperor.

This feeling of knowing something yet being powerless made Wada unconsciously grip the railing. He didn't know what he should do, so he could only pray in his heart and continue to believe in good opera.

……

"So powerful... This is the majesty of an 'emperor'."

On the stage at this moment, the opera singer, simply by facing Rudolf, who had taken off her school uniform, put on her winning outfit, and was now fighting as a racehorse girl, felt her body tremble slightly. She felt a little scared, a little excited, but more than anything, she felt an instinctive tremor from the bottom of her heart, a tremor that came from being a racehorse girl.

"Although I am a tyrant, I still feel threatened and tremble in the face of the emperor. It seems that my journey is far from over. I have higher goals to conquer."

"Seven-time champion... Perhaps, I have a new goal."

Such an idea came to Good Opera's mind, and at that moment, Rudolf had already walked straight to Good Opera's side. The emperor, taking advantage of his height, looked down at Good Opera with a somewhat condescending air.

Good Opera, however, was not afraid of Rudolf Symbol. She raised her head slightly and looked directly at Rudolf Symbol with a very proud expression. At this moment, in Good Opera's eyes, who was facing the emperor's majesty, Rudolf Symbol was already much larger than she had imagined.

However, Good Opera soon sensed that Rudol's aura had subsided... In Good Opera's eyes, she seemed to gradually return to normal, still sharp, but no longer so intimidating.

"Good opera, you may not have reached your peak yet, but you face me without any fear. Given time, you will surely surpass me." A smile of appreciation appeared on Rudolf's face as he spoke to Good opera, word by word:

"I came here with all my might to fight you. I never intended to lose to you on purpose. But, for the sake of fairness, this time, I will not use a [domain] or [momentum] that surpasses your level. We will have a truly fair duel, with the same attitude, to decide the winner."

"...Is this considered the emperor's mercy?"

However, Rudolf's symbolic words brought a smile to the face of the opera singer, whose pressure had been greatly reduced. Before he could even catch his breath, the opera singer smiled confidently and said:

"As the Overlord, I now stand before the Emperor. We are about to enter the arena to determine the victor. This is a battle that spans centuries, and as the Overlord, I cannot allow Your Majesty to not give it your all at this moment."

“Your Majesty, I am not fighting alone, nor am I challenging you alone.”

"I am here to challenge you with the same belief that my trainer holds."

"Let's meet on the field, Emperor! Let's see if I, the Overlord, will prevail, or if you, the Emperor, will remain seated on your high throne."

Having said that, Good Opera gracefully performed a noble bow to Lu Duo, and then slowly walked off the stage. At the moment the two women crossed paths, a slight smile appeared on Lu Duo's face.

“You are not fully grown yet... Good opera, it is not wise to face my prime now.”

……

"What should I do... I'm so nervous, are we already going to have to enter the gate?"

"A battle between an emperor and a tyrant... I'm starting to regret coming to this Arima Memorial event."

"They're just supporting characters. In this showdown, only the two of them can compete."

Soon after, the female racehorses of the Arima Kinen race entered the gates one by one. Good Opera and Rudolf Symbol entered the middle gate, and only after these two female racehorses entered the gate did the rest of the female racehorses dare to enter the gate.

The two kings' auras clashed from the very beginning, making the surrounding racehorse girls extremely uneasy. Even Megumi McQueen had to hold on tightly to his tail to barely get through the gate without the help of the staff.

Raging Waves secured the number one gate with seventh place in popularity, but she had no intention of going for the final showdown. Her only plan now was to make room for a decisive battle between Good Opera and Rudolf's symbolism.

Qi Cao shares the same idea as Nu Tao, which is also her purpose in participating in this competition. This duel will determine the course of many things, so there will be no surprises.

Soon, the entire stadium fell into a deathly silence, and this silence lasted for an unknown period of time. Many female racehorses, even before leaving the gate, felt their hearts racing, their breathing becoming heavy, and they began to sweat.

"Bang!"

"The gates are open! All the racehorses have made a perfect start!"

"And right now, running at the very front—leading the pack—is none other than the Emperor! There are so many tactical racehorses this time, and they've been running at almost the same level since the start!"

Yes, the competition began from the very start. It wasn't just a duel between champions; countless racehorses, even those who weren't the strongest, still bravely charged forward, challenging for the "Emperor's" position.

There was no blocking, nor could there be any blocking, but the continuous challenges ignited the competition from the very beginning!

Chapter 209: A Failed Good Opera? The Miracle of the Three Goddesses

"We can see that all the racehorses have already started, but there are an unusually large number of racehorses in this advance tactic. The racehorses are almost all gathered together now, and Emperor Rudolf has actually taken the lead in the team."