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

"Ms. Junko Hosoe, as a former trainer, what is your opinion on this situation?" Misato Akasaka, as a commentator and an ordinary person, couldn't tell how tense the race was at the moment, because everything seemed normal. It was just that there were more horse girls in the race this time, so everyone was gathered together.

In fact, most of the audience couldn't tell that there was anything unusual about the race. Only the three trainers and a group of skilled female racehorses knew how intense the race was.

"Well, actually, this is the first time I've commentated on such an intense Arima Kinen race. With so many strong female racehorses mixed together, although the race looks very stable now, perhaps everyone is just conserving their strength."

Junko Hosoe, a former trainer, though not a top-notch one, was still a mid-level trainer. She noticed something odd about the racehorses on the track, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"But I don't think this race will end in a dull way. The current gathering is only because most of the female racehorses run in the same way. Rudolf's slight lead does not mean that the victory of this race has been secured."

"That's right, so now all the racehorses are about to reach the first corner. Will the race take a turn after the first corner?"

As Akasaka Mitsuko finished speaking, the horse girls in the stands were all on high alert, their eyes glued to the track. Many of the weaker horse girls were so startled by the chaotic atmosphere that the track was now filled with a slightly pale expression, while many of the stronger horse girls were eager to try their luck and participate in the race themselves.

"If this were a battlefield, it would be a chaotic free-for-all between legions right now!" Sirius, standing next to Wada, couldn't contain his excitement and muttered to himself.

"So, what should Your Majesty, now that you've become the target of everyone's criticism, and the opera that aspires to become a hegemon, do?"

……

"Ha ha……"

"So tough! Was the Arima Kinen race such an intense event? Did everyone go all out from the very beginning? I simply couldn't breathe!"

McQueen, participating in Arima Kinen for the first time, certainly didn't expect to encounter such a huge scene as soon as she entered the race. In her view, from the moment she burst out of the gate, "Emperor" Rudolf symbolized the unleashing of his "momentum" without any mercy. Under the Emperor's powerful pressure, all the female racehorses had to unleash their full strength to avoid the fatal mistake of being suppressed and starting late.

Now, at just the first bend, all fourteen racehorse girls have unleashed their full potential, while Rudol, running at the front of the pack, shows no sign of letting up.

This feeling is like having a mountain pressing down on your back at any time. Although you can resist it, the mountain is always there and you have to keep up with all your strength to resist it. This feeling of strain makes the racehorse girls dare not relax at all.

It wasn't just Megumi McQueen who felt this way; Megumi Ryan, Meisho Ryuu, Kusakabe Hibiki, and many other racehorse girls were all running at full speed with such difficulty. They didn't even know if they could reach the finish line or if they would have enough energy to sprint at the third turn.

"Is this—the emperor's unshakeable power?"

"No wonder Senior Qi Cao said we should give it a try if we could... It turns out she had already foreseen this. It seems that only the best opera students can compete with the Emperor in this competition."

McQueen struggled to lift his head and look ahead. At that moment, behind the leading Ludlow Symbol, Good Opera closely followed behind Ludlow Symbol, using the Emperor's body to block most of the wind pressure, so that he could conserve his energy for the final sprint.

Judging from the clarity of that "momentum"... Good Opera hasn't used its full strength yet; it's merely resisting the Emperor's "domain" influence on itself.

"Don't worry, you are all racehorse girls who have worked your way up from GI races. You are the elite of the elite. There is no doubt about that."

At this moment, the "Empress" was not far from them, and as if she had heard their thoughts, she whispered to them:

"But this match is a changing of the guard. There is a dominant force in the arena, and another champion who is considered the only one who can challenge her position. We are not the main characters in this match."

"Perhaps such a scene will play out in your lives in the future, but perhaps by then your identity will have changed from challenger to ruler. But in any case, do not be discouraged. This scene is inevitable in every era of change."

However, while Qi Cao was comforting Megumi McQueen and the other racehorse girls in this way, she actually noticed that behind the symbol of Rudolf, Good Opera seemed to be conserving her energy, her eyes filled with a hint of sorrow.

That clash just now wasn't something Lu Duo and Qi Cao had planned from the beginning, to control their momentum. The decision to leave the gate just now had already exceeded the limit they had mentioned. Otherwise, it's impossible that so many excellent racehorse girls would have found it so strenuous.

However, in the first round of clashes... Good Opera seems to have lost out... Qi Cao frowned slightly. She was suddenly a little confused as to whether Rudolf Symbol intended to hand over his position to the next generation or to continue in his own position.

—Or perhaps, this guy has returned to the racetrack after a long absence, but couldn't stop himself? This possibility couldn't help but surface in Qi Cao's mind. Based on her understanding of the symbolism of Rudol, this possibility—wasn't quite small?!

"The first bend is over! Oh! Things have changed a bit! Rudolf still holds the top spot! But Grasshopper seems to be going head-to-head with Raging Waves, who seems to be losing!"

"The tank single-handedly held off both Megumi McQueen and Megumi Ryan, the two racehorse girls. I must say, she truly lives up to her title as Empress! The legendary racehorse girls are indeed formidable!"

"While Good Opera's pace hasn't slowed down, the gap between it and Rudolf Symbol hasn't narrowed. Rudolf Symbol has maintained a relatively fast pace, while Good Opera is closely following. Will it still have the energy to sprint at the third bend?"

Misato Akasaka's words immediately brought clarity to the scene. Everyone gradually understood the current situation and chose their opponents to race against. The Arima Kinen race had suddenly turned into a scattered competition between horse girls.

Meanwhile, in the stands, He Tian, ​​who was watching all of this, was already sweating profusely. He could see that as soon as he came out of the gate, Ruduo symbolized the release of his aura without hesitation. From He Tian's perspective, Ruduo symbolized the collision of the illusory image of the opera Benzema in the air.

Rudolf remained completely unmoved, while the opera was nearly knocked over by the impact. That single moment was enough to make Wada break out in a cold sweat.

"Good opera isn't like a racehorse lady who's good at clashing... She was at a disadvantage in the last exchange, and now she's completely afraid to clash with Rudolf."

"In this situation... in this situation, staying calm in the rear is the right choice, but the good opera is timid, one confrontation has made her timid."

"The Emperor... no, the symbol of Rudolf in this world is really too strong. She is not on the same level as Good Opera. She is already at her peak."

For a moment, Hotan was also extremely anxious. At this moment, he knew very well that if he were riding Good Opera, then choosing to follow behind Rudolf's symbol to conserve his energy was the right thing to do. However, he could not control Good Opera's panic at this moment, and he could not calm down the restless Good Opera - because he was far away in the audience.

If he were riding, even if Good Opera had lost the collision just now, she would not have been so panicked. Good Opera's hurried attempt to keep up with Rudolf's pace must have taken a huge toll on her stamina.

"Damn it—am I really no help? Fine opera—am I just supposed to watch you helplessly this time?"

"Wada Ryuji, you mediocre talent! Useless! Think of a solution!" In his anxiety, Wada had already started cursing himself in his mind.

Just then, as Wada was at a loss for what to do, a gentle female voice suddenly responded to him, a familiar voice echoing in Wada's mind.

"—Do you really want to fight alongside her? Are you really prepared to take this opportunity to stand with her now?"

Once again, the voice of one of the three goddesses appeared in Wada's mind, and instantly, everything around him seemed to stop.

Chapter 210: I'll summon Good Opera and Wada Xyz Summon! Mist

It was a strange feeling. Just as the voices of the three goddesses that he had heard before resurfaced in Wada's mind, everything around him—the fierce competition, the exciting scene, the extremely oppressive arena—seemed to freeze at that moment.

Wada didn't know if time had truly stopped at that moment, or if his senses had ceased to exist. But while everything around him was still, a familiar voice slowly echoed in Wada's mind.

"Ryuji Wada, are you really willing to fight alongside her at this time, and use this miraculous power to do something for her?"

"That voice...is it the Three Goddesses?" Wada immediately noticed the source of the voice, and his expression instantly turned to joy. He exclaimed happily, "I knew it! That day wasn't my imagination; you really did appear!"

"Three goddesses, I beg you, I want to help the opera now, even if it's just a little bit, I hope I can help her."

“You can do it, Ryuji Wada, but here, I must make things clear to you.”

In Wada's mind, the voices of the three goddesses spoke to him calmly: "A miracle can happen this time, but it doesn't mean you will get the result you want as if by divine help. All results are possible, but they are also inevitable. Ultimately, it depends on the ability, belief, and determination of the one who drives it."

"So, do you have the determination and ability to fight alongside her? Are you sure you have a way to help her? And even if the final outcome is still unsatisfactory, can you bear all of that?"

The three goddesses' words were clearly meant to make Wada realize his own strength and ability, and whether it was worth it for him to get involved in this competition. This had nothing to do with the three goddesses' abilities; the outcome depended solely on Wada's own abilities.

For the first time, Wada fell silent, but in this still moment, his gaze unconsciously turned to the arena.

At this moment, all the fiercely competing racehorse girls on the track also stopped. Wada could clearly see that, in front of all the racehorse girls, Rudolf seemed to be leading the race to the end, exuding an incomparably powerful aura and an unstoppable momentum, as if no one could hinder him.

Behind Rudolf, the Good Opera could only temporarily hide behind Rudolf. Her expression was serious, and she seemed to have lost her usual confidence. The fear and unease that came from the clash of their auras just now made her steps falter.

At this rate, good opera has no chance of winning... unless... he can fight alongside her.

Only he can soothe Good Opera's current emotions and guide her back to her former state of mind. As for everything else... perhaps, it can only be left to Good Opera.

"...I am mediocre, and perhaps I will never become a rider and trainer worthy of a good opera in my lifetime."

"But I should be of some use to good opera, for example... in situations where I am needed."

Finally, Wada made up his mind and responded to the voices of the three goddesses in his mind, saying each word clearly:

"Let me fight alongside good opera—please."

"...In that case, let's make the most of this miracle."

The three goddesses answered Wada Ryuji in a gentle tone, but the next moment, Wada felt his consciousness suddenly blur, and everything in front of him became blurred as if in a vortex.

At this moment, everything on the field returned to normal. No one noticed what had just happened. Even Ryuji Wada, who was standing still, did not attract anyone's attention. Everyone's eyes were now fixed on the field with tension.

Where is Ryuji Wada? Or rather, his body is still in the same place, but where is his soul?

It took Wada a long time to open his eyes. The first thing he felt was a familiar jolt. When he came to his senses, he found himself on a familiar racetrack. The surrounding scenery was rapidly blurring, and the wind was getting stronger.

"We're about to pass the first bend! Ryuji Wada's Good Opera is still close behind Rudolf Symbol. After the collision just now, Good Opera seems to be temporarily unable to compete with Rudolf Symbol and is now conserving its energy."

The sound... Wada slowly came to his senses. He suddenly lowered his head slightly and discovered the mane and face of a familiar racehorse. Without a doubt, this was Good Opera, the horse's own!

Looking around, Wada might not recognize every single racehorse, but the commentator's voice made him realize that the prototype of this race was the race currently taking place in another world!

And now, he is riding his own horse in a wonderful opera, competing against Rudolf, a symbol of his own horse, whom he could never compete against in reality...

Could this be the power of the "miracle" the three goddesses spoke of? Could my actions on this stage affect the other stage of the Good Opera?

Wada was unaware of the situation, but his professionalism as a rider quickly brought him back to his senses. Faced with the restless Good Opera beneath him, Wada immediately steadied himself and gave Good Opera a light kick with both legs without trembling, hoping to calm it down.

Horses are highly intelligent creatures; they can sense their rider's fear and confusion, which can affect their performance. Therefore, the more critical the situation, the more important the rider's mental fortitude becomes. As long as the rider remains calm, they can gradually regain their composure.

“It’s okay to slow down a bit. Right now, there’s no need to compete with Rudolf.”

“Keep your position and follow behind Rudolf’s symbol—we’re not going to be intimidated by a horse, even if it’s the ‘Emperor’.”

Wada said this to himself in his heart. However, his thoughts seemed to have really been transmitted to the heart of Good Opera. Good Opera did indeed begin to slow down and resume its own rhythm, and distanced itself slightly from Rudolf Symbol.

But its rhythm is returning, its steps are becoming steady, and it is eliminating the fear within itself.

The reason for all this is simply that it trusts the person on its back; as long as he is not afraid, then it will not feel any fear itself.

"Good Opera has slowed down! A worrying scene has unfolded; Good Opera has slowed down, and the gap between Good Opera and Rudolf is widening at the first bend!"

"Did the collision earlier startle Good Opera? The first bend has been passed smoothly now, but Good Opera's slowing pace is worrying. She still maintains her second-place advantage in the pack, but will she continue to push herself to catch up with Rudolf Symbol?"

Has the pace of good opera slowed down? Upon hearing the news from the narrator, Lu Duo felt somewhat incredulous. She subconsciously turned her head slightly and found that the good opera was indeed no longer in her field of vision.

There are generally two possibilities in this situation. Either, as Misato Akasaka said, the collision just now made Good Opera lose the idea of ​​confronting Rudolf Symbol, and she probably accepted her defeat, so she slowed down now to show her submission—Rudolf Symbol had also encountered this situation before.

However, although Rudolf Symbol felt that her chances of winning were actually quite good, she did not think that a good opera was such a fragile racehorse girl who would be defeated by a single confrontation. If that were the case, then Rudolf Symbol would have really misjudged her and thought that such a proud and vulnerable racehorse girl was someone who could challenge her.

Then... there's only one other possibility: that good opera has rediscovered its rhythm?

Lu Duo didn't know either, but at this moment, she felt a strange feeling coming from her "aura". She clearly had no problem suppressing all the racehorse girls in the arena with her "aura", but now, she inexplicably felt that there was a gap in her "aura".

It was as if a towering wave was crashing past, and there was a concrete pillar in the middle that stood firm against the impact of the flood, creating a "gap" that Rudolf had never experienced before.

Even if a few racehorse girls could withstand her aura, such as Sirius, Chiaki, Kiss, and Narita Shirahito, it's impossible for them to remain completely still and unyielding. They all have strong resistance, like a small boat stubbornly facing the waves, unable to be overturned even by giant waves.

But the feeling of this gap now is unexpected, making Rudolf feel that it is completely unshakable.

What was going on? Rudolf symbolized something that she couldn't quite understand, but without a doubt, she became even more excited.

“Great opera, perhaps I underestimated you... You truly deserve my full effort.”

"Then let's have a fair and square duel. I want to see if you can truly stand firm in the face of the 'Emperor's' pressure!"

At this moment, Ludo Symbol's excited expression began to become aggressive. As a racehorse girl, Ludo Symbol's competitive spirit was fully aroused, and she released her "momentum" to the highest intensity.

On Lu Duo's body, the lightning-like "domain" slowly emerged at this moment, further enhancing her pressure and dominance on the field!

Instantly, all the racehorse girls in the stadium felt a chill run down their spines, but under such pressure, the good opera continued its pace as before, without stopping.

Therefore, at this moment, Good Opera felt that her body was racing, but her consciousness was hearing another person's voice, and she now completely trusted the judgments that her senses were conveying to her.

"I am no longer fighting alone, Your Majesty."

"Our combined strength is unimaginable, and no one can shake our resolve now."