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

Good Opera nodded firmly in agreement. However, their conversation could not possibly reach the audience. But the scene of the two racehorse girls shaking hands after the race was captured on camera, which unintentionally had a positive impact on the reputation of both racehorse girls and left this "tyrant" with a good reputation for respecting her opponent.

After shaking hands, the Divine Eagle silently chose to leave, leaving only the aloof Overlord on the scene to enjoy the cheers of victory.

At this moment, however, Good Opera seemed inexplicably not so happy, not because the sweetness of the victory made her feel bored, but because she unconsciously felt something was wrong with her body.

"I feel like I can't use my legs... That's strange, at this stage of my life... my legs should be fine."

Good Opera looked at her ankle with a strange gaze, tried to move it a few times, but found nothing unusual. She just felt an unexpected numbness in the sole of her foot, but this feeling was different from the feeling of squatting on a toilet seat for a long time. She just felt a strange sensation.

Perhaps it's because of the change in her running style? Does this running style give you this feeling? Good Opera wasn't quite sure, but she could guess that her running style wasn't suitable for the Japanese track, probably because the running just now put too much pressure on her legs.

...No wonder European and American racehorses struggle to adapt to Japanese tracks; it turns out this is how they feel after every race. Good Opera secretly breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, she still had enough time to adjust.

"Next time, we really shouldn't use this running style in domestic competitions. It's too much of a strain... It wouldn't be good if I broke a bone before we got to the Arc de Triomphe."

Not considering himself particularly strong for opera, he had already made plans for himself: for the next Takarazuka Memorial, he absolutely could not use such a risky method to run again.

……

Meanwhile, Shenying slowly walked to the passage. However, as soon as he reached a secluded corner, he uncontrollably covered his mouth to stop himself from crying.

However, the tears that fell proved that she was not as magnanimous as she had been in front of the opera. This defeat shattered the dream of the Divine Eagle.

She really wasn't as strong as Good Opera, not just in terms of skill level, but also in her own pride and joy, such as adaptability, speed, and strength... she wasn't as powerful as this overlord. And this wasn't even Good Opera's full effort; otherwise, she would have been crushed.

"What am I doing... what am I doing...?"

"Clearly, Good Opera Sang won. Clearly, she has proven that she could be a better candidate than me, Desi..."

But I'm still not reconciled, I'm still so unwilling to accept it.

"...Divine Eagle?"

At that moment, a voice made the tearful Divine Eagle immediately raise his head. He saw Wada, who was waiting for the Divine Eagle's arrival on the other side of the passage, and who was going to apologize to the Divine Eagle for the Arc de Triomphe quota. He walked slowly towards him. He hadn't spoken before, mainly because of the Divine Eagle's current mood... he didn't seem to want to see him at all.

But he still stepped forward, and with a certain level of awareness. He had a premonition that he might get a beating from the racehorse girl, but he still stepped forward.

The next moment, upon seeing Wada for the first time, Shenying immediately stepped forward. Wada nervously closed her eyes, preparing to receive the professional wrestling attack from this American-blooded racehorse girl.

But the next moment, Wada felt a soft sensation as someone threw themselves at him. It turned out that the Divine Eagle hadn't hit him; instead, it had hugged him.

"Ughh ...

"That—Divine Eagle?" Wada never expected that he would be greeted not by Mexican wrestling, but by a soft embrace from a racehorse girl. For a moment, he was somewhat confused and asked, "Why are you hugging me?"

"I'm so sad, I just want to find something to hug, waaaaaah!"

"Why! Why! I'm so unwilling to accept this! Why am I just so short? I tried so hard, I tried so hard to break out of the world stage!"

"They risked their legs to train... Why... Why can't they compare to a good opera singer's year of hard work!"

"Tell me! You annoying trainer who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, why did you steal my dream from Ellu...?"

"Why...why..."

However, after a burst of fury, the divine eagle gradually calmed down. The divine eagle, which was no less tall than Wada, kept pounding on Wada's back, almost making him vomit blood. Fortunately, the divine eagle's strength gradually decreased, and its emotions gradually calmed down.

Wada could only listen quietly to the Divine Eagle's complaints, unable to say anything, but he patted her shoulder and back softly and said:

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Because of me, I took away the dream that was rightfully yours... I'm so sorry..."

Wada kept saying "I'm sorry," and Shenying's emotions gradually calmed down. From crying loudly at the beginning to sobbing later, it gradually subsided after a while. After crying bitterly, it finally regained its composure.

When Saima Musume loses, she wants to cry. Although the members of Team Miracle often compete against each other and have their wins and losses, they seem to take the outcome of the game lightly in a strange atmosphere. But that's because they are teammates, or even family members, so they don't care that much about each other's wins and losses.

However, if they lose to other racehorse girls, they will also cry with great resentment, because everyone in the team can see each other's efforts. If they lose and the other wins, they will only blame their own weakness and be gratified that the other's efforts have been rewarded.

A brief rivalry means that you can't see each other's efforts, you only know how much you've given, and that feeling of giving everything and getting nothing in return... is really not good.

At this moment, Wada couldn't bring himself to say anything like, "Good opera requires more effort than you think, it's normal that you can't win." Instead, he comforted Shin'yō, gently telling her to calm down.

So much so that... Wada overlooked the other person hiding on the other side of the passage, behind him, the other horse racer he had sent to buy some apology gifts, who had now arrived at the scene...

And this racehorse girl, seeing her trainer being hugged by other racehorse girls, is actually in a rather bad mood.

Chapter 274: The Strangeness of the Famous General Fury Waves?

"Waaaaah... It's not that I can't accept it, it's just that the thought of my dream suddenly being transferred to Good Opera makes me feel really uncomfortable..."

"That's my dream that I've been pursuing for so long, to reach the world stage... You guys are practically cheating... You became the strongest group in Japan in just one year... How can I possibly compete with that..."

Actually, Shin'yō's complaints weren't so much about the opera and Wada, but more about her own lack of strength. She had been striving for this dream for two years, and Tojo Hana had already told her that she would soon be able to represent Japan in international competitions, and the goal of reaching the world stage was within reach.

Therefore, Divine Eagle made thorough preparations. She had absolute confidence in herself. Even when facing the racehorses from Europe and America, even when facing those who were considered the strongest, she would not be afraid. She was confident that she could break through the Arc de Triomphe's barrier.

But now, that person is no longer her, but has been given to the current "strongest in Japan". To be honest, when she heard this title, Shindaka had already accepted the fact that she was not as good as a good opera.

But some things, you just can't give up without taking a chance. And now that Shenying has already taken this gamble, knowing the outcome, there seems to be nothing she can do but cry her heart out.

“Elu, Elu knows this isn’t good… Winning or losing isn’t what Elu wants… If she loses, Elu will be sad, and if she wins, Elu will feel, ‘I’m supposed to be stronger, but why wasn’t it me?’…”

"Elu... I knew from the beginning that this spot wouldn't change, Elu, Elu is a bad person, waaaaaah..."

"No, no, no, Shenying isn't a bad guy, I'm the bad guy." Wada, in an effort to appease Shenying, immediately said, "If I hadn't suddenly appeared, good opera wouldn't have risen so quickly, otherwise this spot would definitely have been Shenying's."

"So, you can take all your anger out on me. Good opera is just my job, Uma Musume no Musume. She's innocent. And if it weren't for me, she probably wouldn't have grown up so fast."

"Come on, I'm ready. Please don't hold back. As a trainer, although I'm not as tough as Ikezoe-kun, my physical abilities are still very good."

However, even though Wada said that, he knew that once he said it, the Divine Eagle wouldn't do anything to him. After all, who really likes to get beaten up? Wada was just trying to reduce the probability of himself getting beaten up.

However, the innocent horse racing girls were completely unaware of the adults' words and intentions. Both Nutao, who was hiding in the shadows, and Shenying, who was holding Hetian at the moment, were slightly taken aback after hearing Hetian's words.

The difference is that Nu Tao's first reaction was to nervously try to stop Shen Ying before she could make a move, while Shen Ying was surprised that someone dared to face her wrestling skills directly and even offered to let her have a good fight.

"...Pfft."

"Stop messing around... Trainer Wada, if I really wanted to hit you, you might wake up next to a strange ceiling, Otsu."

"But thank you for comforting me anyway. I felt better after I cried... really."

She also wiped away the tears from her eyes, then revealed a big smile. Although it seemed a bit forced, this American-blooded racehorse girl really didn't want others to see her vulnerable side.

Perhaps this was also a display of her strength. It seemed that Shenying had emerged from her initial sadness and was saying to Wada:

"I am a proud eagle soaring in the sky! I am not that weak. This is just a temporary setback. Just wait and see. Next time, when I, El, am stronger, I will definitely come back to challenge for the title of 'King of Opera'!"

With his hands on his hips and head held high, the Divine Eagle spoke with a confident air, a long-lost smile returning to his face, indicating that he was indeed in a much better mood.

Watching the divine eagle recover, Wada felt much more relaxed. However, he saw the divine eagle wave at him, signaling him to come over quickly. After Wada took a few steps closer to the divine eagle, not understanding why, he saw the divine eagle swiftly walk towards him.

"Slap." Shenying's hands touched Wada's shoulders, and as she slightly tiptoed, Wada felt a fleeting, warm, wet touch on the other side of her cheek.

"!" Wada reacted almost instantly, instinctively putting distance between himself and the divine eagle, taking several steps back, his face filled with undisguised horror.

"Hehe, you look so scared. Is Trainer Wada really that afraid of Opera-san?"

However, Shenying's face also showed a slight blush, but he still didn't seem to care much and said, "Don't worry about it, it's just a slightly intimate gesture in America. I don't care at all."

"After all, the trainer from Hotan lent me his shoulder to lean on for a while. It's just a small courtesy, I can totally understand why you're upset."

"Oh, remember to keep this a secret from Good Opera-san, otherwise she might get jealous. I, Elle, have no intention of competing with Good Opera-san for the person I love~"

As it said this, the Divine Eagle immediately brushed past Wada and ran quickly to the other side. It was unclear whether it had regained its energy or was belatedly feeling a little embarrassed and running away.

He Tian was left standing there dumbfounded, instinctively covering his cheek where the eagle had just kissed him with his hand. After a long while, he unconsciously took out his phone, turned on the selfie mode, and checked his face.

"Thankfully... there were no traces, otherwise it would have been really hard to explain."

"It would be really bad if a good opera found out... It's hard to explain. Speaking of which, I feel like I've never done anything out of line, and the girls around me seem to be quite... quite nice to me?"

Wada couldn't help but think this way. He knew that his thoughts were somewhat narcissistic, but his rational side told him that it was probably not just wishful thinking. The girls around him all had some affection for him, which made him pay more attention to his interpersonal relationships and not to overstep boundaries with other girls.

He didn't want to end up like that guy Ikezoe, surrounded by a group of strong, irritable, and arrogant racehorse girls. Ikezoe would definitely be dead, but he wanted to live a little longer, so he paid extra attention to his interpersonal relationships.

"Trainer."

"Huh?! What is that... a raging torrent."

The sudden sound from behind startled the guilty-looking Wada. However, when he turned around, he found that Nutao was already standing behind him, smiling and squinting at him.

For some reason, Wada felt that Nutao's expression was subtly terrifying. It was a very gentle expression, yet it seemed as if he saw through everything... This reminded Wada of Maki-rei, who was by Ikezoe's side. Maki-rei's smile was exactly the same as Nutao's.

Unfortunately, Maki-rei has been busy with the domestic short-distance championships lately, and he and Ikezoe are also very busy. Wada hasn't seen Ikezoe and Maki-rei for a long time, so he can only help take care of the Gold Master.

"Nu Tao, have you come back from shopping? Shen Ying, she..."

“I saw that Shenying just left. I think there’s no need for any apology.” Nutao still smiled gently, which was quite different from her timid self before. And next to Wada, Nutao seemed to be becoming more and more confident.

I wonder if it's influenced by her original form... After all, while cowardice is the nature of the racehorse girl named Meishou Nutao, as a racehorse named Meishou Nutao, she's not at all associated with the word "cowardice"...

"Trainer, shall we go back? The match is over."

"Ah... okay, let's go back."

Sure enough, something seemed off about Nutao. Wada watched Nutao turn and leave, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.

Nu Tao, with her back to Hetian, slightly opened her eyes, but the pupils were a color that was not her own. Clearly, at this moment, Nu Tao did not seem to be acting according to her own will.

Chapter 275: The Awakening of "General Fury Waves"

For Wada and his group, the Aoba Sho was just an appetizer before the Takarazuka Memorial. This April was not supposed to be their time; it should have been for McQueen's Spring Emperor's Sho and the Golden Masters' Satsuki Sho, two highly anticipated GI races. After the races, they returned to Treson Academy from Tokyo Racecourse.

Along the way, Wada kept recalling the strange behavior of the raging waves, while the silence of the opera troupe made Wada feel that something was not right.

"...What a fine opera, what's wrong? You haven't said a word the whole way."

"Ah... Ryuji." Good Opera also recovered from her silence. She did look a little different than usual, a subtle melancholy lingering between her brows. She opened her mouth, and finally spoke:

"I'm just wondering... if we keep winning like this, will it hurt other racehorse girls? We embarked on this journey to win more honors, and now we are striving for even higher goals, but unintentionally, are we causing a lot of harm to racehorse girls like Shin-Dragon?"

"But is it really a case of 'one horse leading the way, leaving all others in the dust'? Ryuji, are we really doing the right thing?"

"...Right or wrong, good opera, we face it together. It's only natural for Uma Musume to pursue victory. If I really wanted to personally put you on the throne of your rightful height, we would only 'hurt' more Uma Musume in the future."

"But I will take all that pressure for you. Good opera, that's what I'm doing. You just need to continue to perform on the field without any psychological burden."

Upon hearing this, Wada ruffled Hao Geju's hair. Hao Geju, who seemed to be used to this affectionate gesture, didn't react much. He just narrowed his eyes slightly, blushed a little, and showed a rather enjoyable expression.

The next moment, she leaned slightly to the side and rested against Wada's chest, greedily inhaling his scent—only in this way could she feel less panicked and more at ease.

"...I'm very worried, Ryuji. I even feel that without your support, I might not be able to win with such confidence anymore."

"Our era may be short, but good opera, that's enough for us to be remembered in history." Wada casually ruffled Good Opera's hair and said softly: