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

"The medical room isn't there—come with us!"

Meanwhile, the Nobunaga family and Doromi rushed to the scene immediately. At this moment, all thoughts of the competition were suppressed by the inherent kindness of the horse racer, and they were more concerned about the condition of the opera.

Especially for the noble family, when she learned that she and the French Opera were actually "sisters" of the same bloodline, her attitude towards the French Opera changed dramatically. She no longer regarded it as just a competitor, but also as a sister that she needed to treat wholeheartedly and do everything she could to stay in France for further studies.

It's such a waste for someone with such talent in opera to stay in a small place like Japan. The prestigious family hopes she can stay in France, in Paris, to continue her studies. Why? Even after becoming a senior Uma Musume (horse racer) and retiring, she can still continue to be active as a Uma Musume.

By then, the honors she will receive will be no less than those she received during her active career. In this world, even if Uma Musume Girls retire, there are still many competitions waiting for them, such as the "Dream Cup," a competition that is purely for bringing dreams and hope to everyone. With her talent in opera, achieving success in this area will not be a problem at all.

But all of this is on the premise that the racehorse girl still has the ability to continue running. A racehorse girl suffering from injuries cannot possibly step onto the track in a short period of time.

“Come with us, we’ll go find Mr. Su, he’s the expert here.”

"I hope the Opera King is alright... There are some things that are always more important than the competition, and we know that very well."

Although they didn't share a common language, the message from the noble family and Duomei had already been conveyed to Hetian. At this moment, only Haogeju remained silent; after a slight lapse in concentration, she almost murmured:

"I'm fine... Ryuji... don't worry about me."

"But... I couldn't overcome this obstacle... I'm sorry."

Even I have things I can't do... Good Opera thought to herself, and finally slowly closed her eyes, letting fatigue erode her consciousness, and fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 374: My subjects, are you willing to join me in singing one last grand opera?

"Waaah..."

"How is she? Teacher Su? Is Good Opera alright?"

However, facing the nervous Hotan, Old Su touched the opera singer's legs, then tried touching her ankles before standing up and addressing Hotan and her entourage:

"It's nothing serious, I just slipped and fell. Luckily, the storm today softened the grass, so there's nothing to worry about."

"You guys are lucky, kid. If you had fallen on a Japanese track, you would have been injured even if you weren't."

"Phew..." Upon hearing Old Su's words, He Tian, ​​along with the noble family and Du Lemei who had come along, breathed a sigh of relief. Even so, the noble family still said to Old Su:

"Even so, just to be on the safe side, let's go to the infirmary in our college for a full check-up." Upon hearing this, Wang Zu turned his gaze to Old Su and asked, "Mr. Su? What do you think?"

"It would be safer to check it out, but at this point, I think it's better to make the girl's leg feel more comfortable first, otherwise it would be troublesome if there were bruises."

Old Su nodded. Although he was a master of acupuncture and had disciples all over the world, he had to admit that modern medicine was more reliable. He remembered a Japanese disciple named Anxinzawa who had learned something unorthodox and left on his own, becoming the only disciple he did not approve of.

Modern medicine is a combination of Western and Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM). Therefore, strictly speaking, there is no superior or inferior distinction between Western and TCM; the difference lies only in the different classifications based on the patient's condition and physical condition. The two should not be compared, but rather mutually supportive and respectful.

"Hey, kid Wada, could you massage your girl's foot for a bit? Once the pain in her foot is gone, we'll go get her checked out."

"Huh? Me, me?" Wada was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and subconsciously looked at his hands before asking, "But, but I don't know how. Teacher Su, you're more professional..."

"It's not difficult at all. I have a bottle of safflower oil that I brought from China. Just put some on your hands and then on this girl's ankles, and gently massage it in."

As he spoke, Old Su made a gesture, then said in an annoyed tone, "Do you really need to trouble an old man like me with this kind of thing? I can do acupuncture, but touching feet is something that needs to be avoided, otherwise where will I put my face if word gets out?"

"Alright, I'll leave this to you. It should only take about half an hour. You can go check it when you're done."

After saying that, Old Su took the initiative to leave the room, while Wangzu and Duolemei exchanged a glance and then slowly withdrew from the scene without saying a word.

What Old Su said just now was not entirely true. He was an expert in acupuncture, but also in bone manipulation. How could he not have touched the patient's ankle and leg? He did this to create some private space for He Tian and Hao Geju. He could tell that these two young people had some things to say to each other.

Suddenly, only Hao Geju, who had changed her clothes and wiped away the stains, and Wada remained in the room. Both of them were somewhat silent. Only Wada quietly took off Hao Geju's shoes and rolled up her trouser legs slightly, revealing her delicate little feet, which she would never normally let anyone see.

—Indeed, it was exquisite and quite small. And when Hetian placed his hand, covered in this miraculous Chinese medicine called "safflower oil," on the ankle of the opera singer…

"Ooh?" A rather cute sound escaped from Good Opera's mouth. Although she quickly covered it up, the blush on her face was still undeniable when she turned her face away.

"Does it hurt?" Wada asked.

"No... just a little slower." Good Opera turned his face away and said softly, "Even for me, this is the first time I've let anyone else touch my feet. Ryuji, you, you shouldn't be too rough."

As soon as Hao Geju finished speaking, Wada immediately lowered his head and gently rubbed Hao Geju's ankle. Accompanied by a tingling sensation and a slight pain, Hao Geju occasionally let out some cute sounds, but her complexion was indeed gradually improving.

And slowly, after a moment of silence, Wada, who had been bowing his head while massaging the opera singer, finally couldn't help but speak:

“A good opera…you might think I’m being long-winded, but I have to ask again.”

"You...you really didn't push yourself? Do you really think we can continue to win at the Arc de Triomphe this time?"

"Are you... really going to come back safely?"

However, this time, faced with Wada's question, Good Opera did not answer immediately for the first time in its history. It wasn't until Wada belatedly looked up that he noticed a hint of helplessness on Good Opera's face, which was currently smiling gently.

"...Ryuji, now is not the time for us to back down. As the Overlord, I now bear too many expectations and responsibilities."

“I should fulfill this responsibility and meet everyone’s expectations. At this point, we can no longer choose to back down, Ryuji.”

"Moreover... given my current physical condition, there is absolutely no reason for me to regress."

Yes, there's no reason to back down. This perfectly describes the current state of Good Opera and Ryuji. Good Opera is still in excellent health and can compete at its best. Given this, how could Good Opera possibly find an excuse to avoid the fight?

Even the best operas themselves find it absurd. Some things, perhaps, can only be perceived by oneself, and no matter how well others understand her, they still cannot know her concerns.

Therefore, for this highly anticipated expedition, performing their grand opera on the world stage with all their might has become the only option for good opera to move forward.

But after this grand opera ends... with the curtain falling, perhaps even the most perfect performance by the lead actor will be frozen in time, never to be surpassed again.

But at least... she still has a chance to let this performance, to let the whole world witness this moment—this is her, the Queen of Opera, singing opera on the world stage!

"Ryuji, my most loyal subject, the most perfect supporting character in this world."

"Are you still willing to play a supporting role in this world-class competition for your overlord? To present the most perfect grand opera to everyone in this world?"

"Even if, after this match, the curtain falls and we quietly leave the stage, at least we will forever remember our 'roles' in this performance."

Are you still willing?

At this moment, Good Opera once again extended its hand to Wada, just as it had before every competition, to confirm that its vassal was of one mind with it.

And this time, Good Opera once again extended a helping hand to Wada, hoping that her subjects would stand with her as always and continue to support her, just like before.

Because, at a time when no one understands her worries and anxieties, only he... will be the only one who understands her and chooses to support her decision.

And this time, Hotan, as always, did not disappoint its "overlord".

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

Kneeling on the ground, Wada, who had originally been wiping Hao Geju's ankles, now truly bowed to his "king" like a subject. And facing Wada's outstretched hand, Hao Geju's face showed a long-absent smile... mingled with a few tears of emotion.

At this very moment, Hotan was also filled with tears. He understood good opera and knew its concerns at this moment—but his overlord wanted to go forward. If he could not stop him, then all he could do was go to the competition with his overlord.

He understood that the pinnacle of good opera was at this moment, and he also understood that good opera wanted to freeze this peak moment in this competition—to accomplish what they had never accomplished before, to open this door that no one had been able to open before.

Rather than clinging to life and preserving oneself, it is better to burn everything one has right now – this is the choice of a good opera like "The Overlord".

"Thank you, my subject, my Ryuji."

"Now, even if the curtain falls and we leave in sorrow, I, the overlord, am still willing to join this grand opera."

Chapter 375: The Arc de Triomphe Grand Ceremony Opens!

A few days later, at the Longchamp Racecourse in Paris, the day finally arrived. As a world-class, highly anticipated international GI competition, the Arc de Triomphe Grand Prix had its live-streaming camera equipment set up inside and outside the venue several hours before the start of the competition. To ensure that this international GI could be successfully broadcast live all over the world, the workload of the logistics staff was absolutely enormous.

"Accueillier (Welcome) – Welcome to the audience from all over the world, as well as to the outstanding female racehorses and related teams from around the world. Welcome to Longchamp Racecourse, where we are about to hold one of the most anticipated GI races in France, the Arc de Triomphe Grand Prix!"

"Today, all the best racehorse girls from France and other countries will compete in an unprecedented showdown. The world's best racehorse girls will vie for supremacy here!"

"And this race will also be broadcast live to all parts of the world right now! Let people all over the world witness the magnificent figures of these racehorse girls from all over the world galloping on the track!"

While the Arc de Triomphe ceremony was taking place in Paris during the day, it was already evening in Japan. Yet, on this day, everyone was gathered in the same room, sitting around a rather large and high-resolution screen exclusively sponsored by Mejiro McQueen.

"Nu Tao, move over a bit! It's so crowded, I can't see anything!"

"Why hasn't the opera singer appeared yet?"

"Everyone—don't push! This room is already small, don't crowd together!"

Everyone from Team Miracle sat around the room, bringing their own small stools to watch the live stream with the same seriousness as if they were watching a movie. And it wasn't just the members of Team Miracle; Tojo Hana, Okino, and their team Uma Musume were also there, as were the members of the student council.

This made the originally spacious room suddenly feel crowded. In fact, this scene was playing out everywhere at Tresson College today. Wherever there was a big screen, it was filled with spectators. Everyone was looking forward to this Arc de Triomphe Grand Prix, hoping that good opera and Wada could create a miracle!

"...These past few days, Wada-kun hasn't been communicating with us, but Good Opera should be fine. The competition roster has already been announced, and Good Opera will still be able to compete safely."

"So, does that mean the only thing we need to worry about now is the powerful clans?" After hearing Jin Lang's words, Chi Tian nodded with a serious expression, a huge weight lifted from his heart.

Meanwhile, standing on the edge, Fumino Naze kept her eyes glued to the big screen. The horse racers hadn't even appeared yet, but she was praying silently in her heart.

"Keep it up... Hotan, and there's great opera too."

"Everyone's hopes are pinned on this day, we must succeed..."

"A world-class arena, facing the strongest enemy. Now, perhaps only their combination has a real chance of winning." Tojo Hana was also watching the match with great anticipation. Although her original spot as Shin'o was taken by the Good Opera, Tojo Hana still viewed the match with absolute objectivity.

"Although it doesn't look like it's raining now, Paris has been experiencing torrential rain for the past few days, which means that the conditions at Longchamp Racecourse today... are probably very bad."

"The current sunny weather is perhaps the only good thing for a good opera, but there's simply not enough time for the racetrack to dry. I wonder how well the opera is adapting..."

"Don't worry!" At this moment, the Divine Eagle puffed out its chest confidently and said, "With my Divine Eagle's special training, Good Opera Student will definitely be fine!"

"This time, our opera friend is soaring with my own power as the Divine Eagle! We will fly higher and faster than the eagle! So there's absolutely no problem!"

"...But I think that noble families also came to compete with good opera with this kind of awareness from the beginning."

Meanwhile, Lu Duo was also staring intently at the screen. Even as the student council president, she valued this competition, which was full of dreams and hopes, and that's why she came here to witness it all firsthand.

"Don't underestimate Noble Family. She is one of the strongest female racehorses in Europe this year, and even has a chance to compete for the best female racehorse in Europe this year. Noble Family is absolutely well prepared for this showdown with Good Opera."

"...Unfortunately, all we can do now is pray." The person standing next to him nodded and said, "This is a competition for Trainer Wada and Good Opera, not for the rest of us."

"Whether they can win is perhaps unknown, but at least, we hope they will perform at their full potential. Even if they don't achieve final victory, the door to the world will still be open."

"But it seems our Opera Queen doesn't have the magnanimity to let someone else have first place," Fuji Kiseki said with a smile. "Even if there's only the slightest chance, she would choose to pursue victory without hesitation, wouldn't she?"

"Look, everyone, the racehorse girls are coming out."

At that moment, Cao Shangfei's words seemed to silence all the conversation. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the screen, not daring to miss a single detail.

On the big screen, accompanied by music from a band, the racehorse girls entered one by one. Among them, the beautifully dressed winner, Good Opera, was immediately recognized by everyone.

"You have to win! Good opera student!"

The moment Good Opera appeared, everyone, even without prior planning, spontaneously cheered for it, as if even through the screen, they hoped their support could reach Good Opera.

……

"There are ten racehorse girls participating in the Arc de Triomphe Grand Prix this year. Both classic and veteran racehorse girls can participate in this race. However, the difference is that the older racehorse girls will wear heavier horseshoes."