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

"Hahaha, as expected, the challengers of the Overlord should show such enthusiasm!" When the opera heard Tojo Hana praise Wada, he laughed and echoed, "If the challengers are all boring, then the Overlord's glory will be somewhat dimmed."

"But such results are not enough to threaten you, Good Opera. The current level of Master Nurarihyon is still far behind yours." Tojo Hana glanced at Good Opera beside her and suddenly reminded her.

Tojo Hana had a feeling that Good Opera had become a bit strange lately. Although her training was the same as usual, her running style seemed different from before.

In the past, Hana Tojo always had Kokagi train using the "slow horse" running style because she felt that the slow horse was the most suitable running style for Kokagi. It was this running style that helped Kokagi win her debut race.

However, during recent training, Tojo Hana noticed some changes in the rhythm of the running in the opera. Although it was still a bit off, she felt a little restrained and it seemed to be... leaning towards a "leading" direction.

However, with a new race approaching, Tojo Hana is not going to spend a lot of time researching new running tactics. Therefore, she has been restricting the running of Good Opera recently, and the effect has been acceptable... But Tojo Hana is increasingly feeling that Good Opera seems to have more of its own ideas than before.

“Good opera. Before the Daily Cup, you also have the Snow Willow Appreciation, which is about to begin. Therefore, I did not register you for this internal friendly match of Treson Academy.”

"Haha, what a pity. I was also curious to see how strong the new generation of ponies are." Good Opera didn't mind. This was expected. Although she was also considered a new generation, she definitely couldn't participate with the competition approaching.

It takes a lot of energy for a female racehorse to participate in a race. The Central Equestrian Association stipulates that each female racehorse needs at least half a month of rest and adjustment after completing a race before she can participate in the next race. This is to prevent some unscrupulous trainers from using female racehorses to frantically run races to earn bounties when they can't find good female racehorses, thereby squeezing the female racehorses' careers.

After the Snow Willow Appreciation, the opera will take a break, and the next event will be the Daily Cup showdown with the renowned wrathful singer, Nuotao.

"Then, could you please watch the friendly match for me, trainer?"

“There’s no need for that.” However, Tojo Hana disagreed, saying calmly, “The friendly matches start in a week. Even if Wada Yuzuru trains recklessly for a week, he won’t improve much.”

"We've practically secured victory in the Daily Cup. Good opera. Now go prepare for the Snow Willow Appreciation. Remember, don't try to use the first move."

"I'll do whatever you say, trainer."

However, although Good Opera agreed to Tojo Hana's request, a strange feeling grew deeper and deeper inside her... a feeling called "wanting to run ahead".

This feeling, even Good Opera couldn't understand. But every night after she fell asleep, she would vaguely dream of some advanced running techniques—running in a dream, isn't it magical? Before this, Good Opera had always used the inferior horse's running technique, but because of this dream, she seemed to have mastered the essentials of advanced running techniques without any formal instruction…

Meanwhile, in another high place, a female horse racer wearing a mask stood silently watching a friendly race before turning away without a word, and no one noticed her.

"2000 meters is not enough? It seems your judgment is not so good, Ikezoe."

So why did you choose her? The goldsmith didn't say this aloud as he left the scene, but he repeated it in his mind.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Hidden Danger in McQueen's Calf?

Neither the good opera and Tojo Hana, nor the actions of the Golden Master hiding on the other side, were known to anyone. The three trainers were still discussing the matter of the East Sea Emperor with Rudo Symbol, while on the other side, the East Sea Emperor and his party finished a friendly match and began to walk towards the location of Rudo Symbol.

"Hey—! President! We're back!"

There was still a long way to go, and the East Sea Emperor, who still had plenty of energy after the race, immediately ran up and hugged Lu Duo, who was facing away from him, like a child sharing his joy with his parents, saying:

"President, I beat McQueen and Raging Waves! I'm number one again this time—President?"

However, the East Sea Emperor, not receiving an immediate response from Lu Duo, sensed something amiss. She looked up and saw Lu Duo lightly tracing his cheek with his fingers, seemingly concealing something, before turning back to smile and say:

"Ah, as expected of an emperor, he certainly did not disappoint us."

"...President, are you crying?"

The emperor wasn't stupid. Seeing Lu Duo's red eyes, she knew he had just cried. She immediately tensed up and glared at Jin Lang and the other two.

"Hey! Why did you make the student council president cry?! The president might be worried about the student council's status, but I'm not afraid of you!"

"—Your Majesty, you've misunderstood. I was just overjoyed to hear such high praise for you from the three trainers."

However, Rudol immediately stepped forward and addressed the emperor in the same manner. She subtly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then gently stroked the emperor's head, her gaze and actions more tender than ever before.

"Your Majesty, all three trainers have given you high praise, saying you are a miraculous genius. You should thank them properly."

"Huh? Is that so?"

The Emperor of the East Sea hadn't expected this possibility either. His expression, which had been somewhat angry at Lu Duo's symbolic weeping, immediately stopped, and he said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Hehe, you should have told me sooner, President. I thought they were bullying you."

Following closely behind, the Emperor apologized to Jinlang, Ikezoe, and Wada, saying, "Um, I'm really sorry. I was too nervous. After all, it's the first time I've seen the Chairman cry. I misunderstood you. I'm truly sorry."

"But you guys are really good at praising people! Even the president was moved to tears, hehe, even His Majesty the Emperor doesn't know whether to praise you or what to do~"

However, despite saying that, the East Sea Emperor's face was still beaming with a bright smile. She was already very confident and competitive, and as a rising star in Treisen, she was constantly showered with praise and compliments.

However, Rudol symbolizes something different. The president is her idol and the goal she wants to surpass. Now that even the president can be moved by her praise, there is no doubt that the Emperor of the East Sea's favorability towards the three trainers has risen again.

"That's enough for today, thank you, trainers." Seeing that the others were approaching, Rudo quickly concealed his emotions, bowed slightly to the three of them, and said:

"We'll leave the arrangements for the friendly matches to you. We won't bother you any longer."

Having said that, Lu Duo, along with the Emperor of the East Sea and the Qi Trough, left the scene. The three horse racing girls who had followed looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, Mubai McQueen asked Jin Lang:

"Mr. Jinlang, what did you say to the chairman? Why does the chairman look like he's about to cry?"

"It's nothing, just some things related to the emperor. It seems the president is quite concerned about the emperor's condition."

Jin Lang didn't say much, then turned to look at McQueen, his gaze still fixed on McQueen's legs, and asked:

"McQueen, did your legs feel uncomfortable after you finished running?"

"No... why ask this?" McQueen also felt a little strange, and subconsciously looked at his legs, tried to move them, but still couldn't find any problems.

But this still couldn't dispel Jinlang's worries. Although he was old and didn't remember some things clearly, he did remember one thing about Megumi McQueen, a problem that Megumi McQueen had been concerned about before his debut competition.

Jin Lang slowly squatted down in front of McQueen, meeting the somewhat puzzled looks of the crowd, and said to McQueen:

"McQueen, could you please roll up your trouser legs?"

"Huh? Well, that..." McQueen hadn't expected things to turn out this way so suddenly, and she immediately became nervous. She knew Jin Lang was concerned about her condition, but at this moment... it didn't seem like a good situation...

After her training, she ran a friendly race and is now covered in sweat. While racehorses are much stronger than ordinary people, they're not some magical creature that's "drenched in fragrant sweat"; of course, they'll smell of sweat after all!

However, McQueen's embarrassment only made Jin Lang more anxious. This old man, whose mental age was already seventy or eighty, suddenly changed his demeanor and immediately shouted:

"Wada, Ikezoe, help me support her."

"Yes!" X2

"Wait—why are you doing this?! Trainer Ikezoe?! Trainer Wada, what are you doing too—"

Before McQueen could react, he saw Ikezoe and Wada each grab one of his arms and pull him down completely. And without a word, old man Jinlang pulled open McQueen's left trouser leg and gently pressed down on a spot…

"Ouch!" McQueen cried out instinctively, but the pain caused her to instinctively unleash her strength as a racehorse girl—she immediately kicked forward as a reflex!

"boom!"

"Senior Jinlang?!" x2

The old man Jinlang, who had been kicked away by McQueen, was immediately put down by Chi Tian and He Tian, ​​who surrounded him. Nu Tao and Zhen Jiling were also startled by this sudden scene and subconsciously surrounded him.

"Senior Jinlang? Are you alright? Are you okay?"

"...It's alright, I'm still very healthy."

Helped up by Wada and Ikezoe, Imanami also stood up, clutching his nose, which was bleeding profusely. However, he didn't care about his condition at the moment and said to the still-stunned McQueen:

"As expected... McQueen, you have a problem with your calf. Based on my experience, it might be periostitis."

"...Huh?" A panicked McQueen was still pulling his trouser leg back up and hadn't even had a chance to apologize when he was stunned by Jin Lang's words. He subconsciously looked up, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

However, Jin Lang, whose nose was bleeding, took the handkerchief handed to him by Nu Tao, covered his nose, and said to McQueen:

"You need to go to the hospital for rehabilitation. Hopefully, it was discovered in time. If it's quick, we can cure your hidden danger before your debut competition."

"Um... Senior Jinlang, I think your symptoms are quite serious..." Chi Tian, ​​who was standing to the side, asked cautiously as he looked at Jinlang's unstoppable nosebleed.

"--Mine are nothing serious." Jinlang glanced at the handkerchief, but as soon as the handkerchief was removed from his nose, the blood started flowing uncontrollably. Jinlang had a general understanding of the condition of his nose, and immediately said to Ikezoe and Wada:

"Ikezoe-kun, could you please call a car for me? We need to go to the hospital. Wada-kun, could you go to my room? I have a notebook that I've organized in the cabinet. Could you please get it for me and bring it to the hospital?"

"I... I can have the Mejiro family's attending physician come; there's no need for that." Mejiro McQueen cautiously extended his hand, a guilty expression on his face, and stepped forward to support Jinlang, whispering:

“Mr. Jinlang, you need to rest now. If Golden Ship finds out, she'll drive me crazy…”

"Ah...yes, the gold ship, that's the most troublesome thing."

Now, considering what the Golden Ship would do if she saw his current situation and knew the whole story, Jinlang couldn't even imagine it. He quickly waved his hand and stopped Wada and Ikezoe, saying:

"Let's go to the infirmary first. Also, don't tell Golden Ship about my injury."

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Pain Avoided, McQueen's Guilt and Gratitude

Some time later, in the internal medical room of Treson Academy... it was more like an integrated hospital than a medical room. Treson Academy had a medical room specifically for the racehorse girls and trainers to rest when they were not feeling well, as well as an internal medical facility that could treat various injuries in an emergency, such as fractures.

After Megumi McQueen and his group helped Ima Naru to the infirmary, McQueen quickly had an X-ray taken. After the Megumi family's attending physician arrived, a series of examinations and emergency treatments were carried out...

"Um……"

"—How is it, doctor?" Megumi McQueen asked nervously. Beside him, Wada, Ikezoe, and their respective horse-riding companions, Maki-rei and Meishou Nutō, all waited with expressions of seriousness or unease for the judgment of the Megumi family's attending physician.

"Periostitis, just as trainer Jinlang said." The attending physician, with a serious face, nodded solemnly and said something that made everyone present hold their breath.

However, the next second, the attending physician's tone changed abruptly, and he said calmly:

"Fortunately, it was discovered in time and it wasn't too serious. It only requires an injection and some oral medication. Avoid strenuous exercise for a week, and I believe you'll recover quickly."

"Really? Really?"

Upon hearing this news, the most excited were trainers Wada and Ikezoe. As former jockeys and now trainers, their greatest fears, besides the broken bones of their horses while racing on the track, were the diseases that plagued their racehorses during daily training.

Thoroughbreds are known for their speed, but racing on the track means more injuries and risks. It's considered very lucky for a horse to retire safely at eight or nine years old. Horses like Silent Suzuka and Miyu are typical examples of horses that died young on the track.

Neither Ikezoe nor Wada could ignore this lesson from the past. Even though they had transmigrated to this world and their racehorses had become racehorse girls, after spending some time together, they realized that the racehorse girls were not much different from the racehorses they knew.

Although they have human form and can speak, their physique is strictly speaking similar to that of the racehorses they are familiar with, with similar speed and physique, including... legs that are prone to various accidents during competition.

But now they can rest assured, McQueen is not seriously injured.

"That's really great, McQueen." The famous general was so anxious that he was about to cry, but when he heard that McQueen was not in any serious condition, he immediately smiled and his mood brightened.

"It's great that you're alright." Makoto patted his chest and smiled with lingering fear. "That means we can make it to the friendly match in a week. And finding out so early means we don't have to worry about the debut competition, McQueen."

However, regardless of the others' comfort and relief, Megumi McQueen's focus at that moment wasn't on his own leg, but rather on another person...

"Um, doctor, how is trainer Jinlang?" McQueen asked cautiously, a little nervous and embarrassed. When she and Jinlang arrived here, Jinlang's nosebleed had not yet stopped, but even so, he insisted that McQueen take an X-ray first, while he went to lie down for a while.

Now that McQueen's condition has been confirmed and he is not in any serious danger, he is naturally more concerned about Jinlang's situation.

"Yes, Mr. Jinlang's scans are in." The attending physician replied without hesitation.

"It's nothing serious, just a broken nasal bone. A minor surgical correction is all that's needed. As long as nutrition and recovery are ensured, and there's no risk of infection, there shouldn't be any major problems. It's under control now."

“A broken nose…that’s a familiar injury.” Upon hearing this, Chi Tian shuddered inexplicably. Clearly, a broken nose was nothing new to either riders or stable boys.