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

But as for how the situation will develop... he can only wait and see.

Chapter 228: Grasshopper Actually Takes Good Care of the Divine Eagle

As Zhou had predicted, in less than half an hour, what could have been a training activity quickly turned into play. Both of them started deliberately splashing mud on each other, whether it was the Divine Eagle or the Good Opera.

At first, they were somewhat secretive, but as time went on, they started throwing mud at each other, probably treating the place like a beach. However, the mud on their bodies was not as refreshing as the seawater; instead, it gave the three trainers who had traveled through time a headache.

Among them, Mr. Ijinami, who was a stableman, was the most troubled. He felt a little better when he thought that there were two racehorse girls in front of him. If it were in the original world, it would be two racehorses rolling in the mud. As a stableman, seeing this scene would make him want to quit for a moment.

"Hahaha! You've got some serious skills, opera singer! Well then, I'll have to get serious too!"

Seemingly feeling she'd had enough fun, Shenying finally let loose, throwing off her coat and confidently addressing the opera singer:

"Let's wrestle! Don't let my appearance fool you, my wrestling skills are praised by professional wrestlers."

"The occasion here is perfect, the smell of earth, the pure essence of Mexican wrestling! Come on, I'm going to beat you wrestling!"

"I won't lose, whether it's a race or anything else." But Good Opera seemed to be caught up in the moment and didn't refuse Divine Eagle's request at all, even though she had no advantage over Divine Eagle in terms of physique or skill. She seemed to be responding immediately in order to maintain her image as a "Conqueror" who was not afraid of challenges.

Shenying hadn't even expected that Good Opera would accept her request. Suddenly, her initial enthusiasm softened. Looking at Good Opera, who was covered in mud, standing tall and clearly full of flaws, she was at a loss for what to do.

At that moment, Wada finally couldn't wait any longer and immediately stepped forward without saying a word. Kusakabe, perfectly timed, followed suit. With her racehorse-like physique, she quickly reached Wada, blocking his path, and said gently:

"Oh my, Dracula-chan, what are you doing here? Didn't I remember the trainer forbade you from hanging around here a long time ago?"

"Huh?! Grass, little grass?!"

However, the moment Kusakabe's voice rang out, the Divine Eagle's muscles trembled violently, and its tail stood on end. Turning its head, it saw that Kusakabe, along with Trainer Wada, was slowly walking towards it.

How did Little Grass know she was here? This thought flashed through Divine Eagle's mind, but she didn't have time to think about it. Because when she saw Grass Fly's "kind" smile, she knew she was in deep trouble today.

"Oh, Elo-chan, if I remember correctly, I told you a long time ago not to make your clothes so messy, right? Clothes with mud mixed in can't be washed in the washing machine at all."

Grasshopper's face remained gentle, but the slightly drooping horse ears betrayed her inner turmoil as she addressed the trembling divine eagle:

"So, I've always been the one washing your clothes (emphasis added), Elo-chan~"

"Yes, I'm sorry!"

Grasshopper's gentle demeanor almost brought the Divine Eagle to tears. However, Grasshopper, perfectly timing his reaction, took a few steps forward and smiled before the Divine Eagle could even cry, saying:

"Okay, now that you know you were wrong, Elu-chan, let's go back and take a good bath to wash off all the mud. Then we can do the laundry together, okay?"

"This time you can use my tail conditioner, and I can also help you rub your back. I can also lend you laundry detergent. But this time you have to learn how to wash your own clothes properly, understand?"

"Waaah... Little grass, you're so good to me."

The Divine Eagle, who had originally planned to be lectured by Grasshopper, was somewhat surprised by Grasshopper's unusual gentleness today. However, she was soon moved by Grasshopper's tolerance and almost cried again.

Sure enough, only the little grass treats her the best!

"Let's go back then, Elo-chan." Kusakabe, without any hesitation, grabbed the mud-covered Eagle's hand, then smiled and turned to look at Wada Kazuyoshi Opera beside him, saying:

"Thank you so much this time, Trainer Wada, you helped me find Elu-chan."

"I hope you don't mind that she got her good opera classmate all covered in mud. After all, that's all she could do. She's not a bad kid."

Leaving behind a seemingly unremarkable remark, but actually carrying a deeper meaning, Grasshopper left without looking back, leading the Divine Eagle. But at that moment, the mud-covered opera singer suddenly stepped forward and shouted to the Divine Eagle:

"Elu, thank you for teaching me how to get used to the training ground today. I hope we can train together again next time."

"Also—I'd really like to play against you. Let's arrange a venue and have a good match!"

"This is a challenge from the Overlord, Divine Eagle! Let's settle this once and for all!"

However, just as Good Opera was saying this, the eagle that Grasshopper had pulled away shuddered slightly. After a long while, she turned around energetically, splashing mud from her body onto Grasshopper, but still said with great enthusiasm:

"Alright! Then—see you at the Aoba Appreciation Festival in April! Good opera singer!"

"Even if I face the Overlord, I, Ailu, will not lose. I, the Divine Eagle, am the strongest in the world!"

"Alright, alright, let's go back now, Ailu. We'll talk about the competition later."

"Oh, then let's go back, little grass—Waaaaaah! Yes, I'm sorry, little grass! I splashed mud on you again! I'm so sorry, Diesel!"

Meanwhile, Grasshopper didn't mind that Divine Eagle had splashed mud all over him. Because of Good Opera's words, Grasshopper's emotions, which had been indignant on Divine Eagle's behalf, had been somewhat calmed down. Seeing that Divine Eagle seemed to have recovered a bit, Grasshopper finally felt relieved.

Not far away, Haogeju and Hetian, who were standing together at that moment, watched Shenying and Caoshangfei leave. After a while, the two looked at each other and neither of them said anything.

"—Ryuji, I want to go back and take a shower. Could you please come with me? I don't want everyone to see me, the Overlord, looking so disheveled."

"That's going to be difficult. Unless you're completely tanned so that no one can tell it's you, and even then, it's questionable whether Fuji Kiseki-senpai will let you into the dorm."

Seeing Hao Geju covered in mud, Wada shook his head helplessly and laughed, "Let's go back to the team. There are rooms there where you can take a shower. I'll go find you a new set of clothes."

The two exchanged a few words and quickly headed towards the team's location. They hadn't gone far when Good Opera, curious, asked:

"Ryuji, if I had really wrestled with Elu just now, do you think I would have won?"

"I don't know if I'll win, but I'll stand up before you even start and let the Divine Eagle give me a good thrashing." Wada also said frankly, "This incident didn't just happen because of you. Good opera, I also bear some responsibility. So if the Divine Eagle really wanted to vent his emotions back then, I would definitely stand up."

"Hmph, that's not necessarily true. I don't want you, Ryuji, to get thrown by Elu like that."

The two of them gradually walked away, and this time, Chi Tian and Jin Lang, along with a group of horse racing girls who had been hiding nearby, finally came out. Zhou, in particular, patted his chest with lingering fear and said:

"That was close... I thought Good Opera was really going to be thrown... Elu-chan's wrestling skills are really terrifying."

"Hmm? Special Zhou, did you and Elu-chan really wrestle?" The East Sea Emperor asked curiously, but Special Zhou only shuddered and didn't say anything.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the master craftsman of gold, standing beside Chi Tian, ​​curiously looked at the mud that had now hardened. He couldn't help but walk forward, stretch out a foot, and try to feel the softness of the mud.

"Ah, Master, don't step in, your shoes will get dirty."

Zhen Jiling noticed the unusual movement of the Golden Master immediately and kindly came forward to remind him. Upon hearing this, the Golden Master silently withdrew his foot and wiped the mud off the sole of his shoe on the ground.

But at this moment, a strange thought surfaced in the mind of the Gold Master, who thought to himself:

"...Why do I also feel that I adapt to this level of softness quite quickly? It doesn't seem to be a problem?"

"Could it be... that I also have the potential to run the Arc de Triomphe?"

This idea planted a seed in the mind of the Gold Master, though she quickly put it out of her mind. But perhaps one day it will take root and sprout in her heart.

Chapter 229: Fuji Stone: Trainer Ikezoe, help me deal with a racehorse girl.

"Swish, swish..."

In the bathroom, the Golden Master, having shed her clothes, washed away the sweat from her body in the team room. Another day of training had ended, but the Golden Master seemed to lack the energy to continue training. Her mind kept replaying the scene that had occurred that morning.

The Golden Master had never realized the difference between running on a racetrack and running on grass. For her, as long as she could win the race, the racetrack didn't matter. After all, while her family might not have inherited many other good things, the strength of the Golden family's legs had never disappointed.

Golden Master also believed that her proud last foot was a natural advantage, which allowed her to pay less attention to changes in the track and venue compared to other racehorses, and to focus on her usual training.

But it was this morning, when she curiously stepped on the simulated track prepared by the Divine Eagle for the Good Opera Expedition to the Arc de Triomphe, that she realized for the first time that it posed no challenge to her as a track.

The Golden Master didn't find it strange that a good opera could adapt to this level of track, because for her, even with this hardness as the track, she felt there was no problem. On the contrary, the relatively soft ground naturally provided cushioning, so although she might not be able to run very fast, she could definitely run more comfortably.

There's not much to say about the Japanese tracks. People often jokingly call them concrete with a layer of grass on top, but it doesn't affect the Gold Master at all. It's just that his feet hurt a lot after each run, but he can definitely run faster on these kinds of tracks.

However, if it were a simulated track, Golden Master might not run as fast as on a Japanese track, but the same would be true for other racehorses. Plus, there would be a buffer, making it more comfortable to run, although the energy expenditure would be greater.

But Golden Master is a pure physical racehorse girl. For her, any problem that can be solved by physical strength is not a problem. All these factors combined have even given Golden Master the feeling that she can participate in the Arc de Triomphe.

"No... how could that be? Get your bearings right, Master of Gold."

"You haven't even started your classic year yet, and you're about to face off against real GI-level racehorses. You haven't even participated in a GII race yet. It's such a big leap. You need to adjust your mindset."

"The Spring Championship next March... will be your first GII, Golden Master, wake up."

He muttered to himself in the bathroom for a long time before the Gold Master silently turned off the shower. After a while, he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

At this moment, she couldn't help but look at a photo on the side. It was a group photo of the "Miracle" team, taken at the racetrack when they won against Arima Kinen at Good Opera. They said that such a "groundbreaking moment should be properly recorded."

All three trainers' rooms are shown in this photo, and the Golden Master also focused his attention on the good opera in this photo. After a long while, he slowly sighed.

"Can I beat a guy like that... 'Overlord' or something..."

"With a guy like this ushering in a new era, I'm afraid I'll live in his shadow?"

Just as the Gold Master was lamenting his bad luck and feeling sorry for himself, a knock on the door suddenly broke the silence, interrupting his thoughts.

"Orphie? Are you in there?"

"Ikezoe... come in."

As the words of the Gold Master fell, the door opened in response. However, the moment Chi Tian opened the door, he was faced with the Gold Master, whose hair was wet and who was only wrapped in a bath towel.

The two stared at each other for a long time, neither showing any sign of blushing. Chi Tian silently closed the door, saying with a hint of helplessness:

"Orphie...didn't I tell you to get dressed properly as soon as you come out of the shower next time? It's a good thing it was me who came in; if it were Karen-chan, she might have lectured me again."

“It’s difficult for us horse girls to dissipate heat; our body temperature is higher than yours, there’s nothing we can do about it.” The Golden Master was also sitting on the sofa, letting Chi Tian sit down in front of him, and casually asked, “So, what brings you here? Is it a new training plan?”

"There are indeed new plans, but they will be somewhat different."

As he said this, Chi Tian waved the two books in his hand at the Golden Master, his expression becoming very smug. The Golden Master could tell at a glance that these two books must be something very useful to Chi Tian.

"what is this?"

"This is a book I got from my teacher (Maru Zenki). It contains a lot of knowledge that will be helpful for our training." Ikezoe waved one book in his hand, then picked up another book that looked like it had been newly printed and said:

"And this one was a friendly donation from Wada-kun. Trainer Naze handed it to him personally. It's a notebook about a senior trainer, containing a lot of knowledge that we can learn. This is a copy that Wada-kun specially prepared for us, saying it's a donation to help us achieve our goal of reaching the Arc de Triomphe!"

"Wow...that's amazing. Trainer Wada actually gave him all the notes that Trainer Naze gave him...wait? What did you say?"

At first, the Golden Master was somewhat dismissive, since she didn't understand mission planning and such. The planning was all the trainer Ikezoe's responsibility; she was just a racehorse girl who only needed to complete her training missions every day (though that wasn't always the case).

But Chi Tian's next sentence made the Gold Master belatedly realize what was happening. He immediately stared wide-eyed at Chi Tian and said incredulously:

"Chizue, what did you just say? What are we going to participate in again?"

"Um... the Arc de Triomphe? What's wrong with it?"

"Don't say that in such a casual tone! That's the Arc de Triomphe!"

Even the Gold Master was taken aback by Chi Tian's thick skin; she even wondered if he was missing a screw in his head.

"I haven't even won a single GI match yet! Ikezoe! Think about it carefully, I might not even be able to beat a GI, so what am I thinking about the Arc de Triomphe? Japan has never been invited to the Arc de Triomphe for two consecutive years, has it?"

"And next year's competition will be for great operas, right? Ikezoe, I'm under a lot of pressure right now! I'm afraid my classic year will always live in the shadow of the era of great operas!"

"What can I possibly use to surpass such a magnificent opera, to surpass—that Overlord!"

The Golden Master also pointed to the photo. Normally, it's not appropriate for them to say such things since they are all teammates. However, the Golden Master has always been worried that he might be living in the shadow of good opera.