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

"And who else can I take with me? Super Bay has been retired for a long time, and if I were to bring her to Paris with me... she might be happy if it's just for a few days, but if I were to bring her with me for several years, she has many people here she can't bear to leave behind."

Fumino Naze shook her head. After thinking it over, she couldn't think of anyone suitable to go to Paris with her. Here, apart from Super Cove, it didn't seem important who would accompany her to Uma Musume.

"Let's give this spot to the other kids. Wada, please pass this message on to the other teams' race girls. Surely there are other teams that need this spot too?"

"……I see."

Wada nodded approvingly, acknowledging Naze Fumino's choice. After all, Naze Fumino had almost no other racehorse girls she was very familiar with, and there wasn't much difference between designating one and choosing one from the school, at least not for Naze Fumino.

"So, it seems you've already arranged many things concerning me, Wada."

Naze Fumino subtly handed a glass of water from her bedside table to Wada, replying with a faint smile, "Perhaps that was your plan from the beginning?"

"No... If I really had to choose, I wouldn't want you to go to Paris, Naise." Wada smiled bitterly, took a sip of water (noticing a slightly odd taste), but didn't dwell on it, replying:

“But hasn’t studying abroad always been your dream? And I also hope that after you return from your studies abroad, Naze Fumino can come back to Treson Academy and train more very talented racehorse girls.”

"At that time, Naise, let's have a showdown then. I will bring the children I've raised and deliver a satisfactory result to you."

“…I look forward to that day.” Naze Fumino narrowed her eyes slightly and answered softly.

But just as the two locked eyes, Wada suddenly felt dizzy and disoriented. He instinctively put down his cup and clutched his head. At that moment, Naze Fumino asked with concern:

"What's wrong, Wada?"

"It's nothing... I guess I'm just jet-lagged and really tired." Wada shook his head, but the sudden wave of drowsiness made him realize that something was wrong. He subconsciously remembered the strange-tasting water that Naise Fumino had given him earlier.

"Nase—is there something in that glass of water?"

"...I don't think I've ever told you that I have a habit of taking sleeping pills."

However, Naze Fumino's calm answer confirmed Wada's thoughts. Wada, who never used sleeping pills, clearly had very low resistance to this drug, and his pupils began to become blurry involuntarily.

"How many pills did you put in... I don't think this is a sleeping pill anymore..."

"It's just a small dose for a racehorse. Don't worry, this medicine has no side effects and is very healthy. You just need to get a good night's sleep, and everything will be over."

"Now, just sleep peacefully, Wada. You're very tired... aren't you?"

"..."

However, just like injecting an anesthetic into an animal, Wada, who initially showed some resistance, quickly began to breathe evenly.

Meanwhile, Naze Fumino, who had done all this, simply took away the cup of sleeping pills that had put Wada to sleep. Watching Wada's even breathing, Naze Fumino finally answered in a trembling voice after a long while:

"...I'm sorry, Wada. I was actually prepared for this a long time ago, but now I realize that I don't have the courage to accept the truth."

"After going through all this, I don't seem to be as strong as I thought, nor as open-minded as you think..."

"You are the first person who has ever truly moved me, Wada, truly the first."

Naze Fumino gently stroked Wada's cheek with her fingers, tears of reluctance streaming down her face. These words, which could not be heard by anyone else, could only be uttered, word by word, from Naze Fumino's lips at this moment:

“I knew you would come—you would definitely come to find me, Hotan. I know you. You would definitely come to explain everything to me.”

"I hesitated for a long time about whether to do this, but actually, now that I'm actually doing all this, I'm surprised by how calm I am."

"...I don't know if I will meet another person who makes my heart flutter in the future, but at least you are the one I remember most deeply, Wada."

"So I made this decision... Maybe I really am... someone who would steal what others love."

Chapter 407: Fine Operas That Encountered the Same Problem

He didn't know how much time had passed when he groggily woke up from his sleep. The night had long since passed, and all that remained was the bright sun that symbolized the morning.

When Wada regained consciousness, he felt as if he had slept a very, very deep sleep—he had never slept so comfortably since he and the opera went on their European expedition.

However, after waking up, besides feeling groggy, the second feeling was soreness. It was a soreness all over the body, as if all the strength had been drained away. And this feeling was actually quite familiar to Wada.

This immediately brought Wada back to his senses. Slightly flustered, he jumped out of bed, rubbing his groggy head as he carefully recalled:

“I remember… I drank the water with sleeping pills that Nase gave me… and then I fell asleep…”

And then? What else did he do? As soon as Wada thought about this, cold sweat began to trickle down his forehead, as if he vaguely sensed something.

As he hurriedly got up, he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that his clothes were still on his body.

However, when his gaze fell upon the bed he was lying on, and he saw that the sheets and duvet cover had all disappeared, and he was simply lying on the bed, he became nervous again.

After searching his surroundings, he finally found a note on the bedside table. He picked it up and saw that the delicate handwriting on it was none other than Fumino Nase's.

"Wada, please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, because I did something wrong. Even though I don't regret it, it makes me ashamed to see you again."

"This is the only impulsive act I've ever had in my 28 years of life. I don't expect your forgiveness, but I just want to convey some words to you in this way before I leave."

“I am glad that during our time together we had the opportunity to get to know each other. If it weren’t for this opportunity, I probably would never have changed at all. I would still be the same person who was so immersed in foolish conflicts of interest that I couldn’t extricate myself and thus ignored what kind of life I wanted.”

“I am very grateful to you for giving me this opportunity to fulfill my dream, which is also my father’s expectation of me. I am also very grateful to you, as well as Mr. Ikezoe and senior Ima Nami, for letting me know that we can create so many miracles with Uma Musume.”

"Now I understand this principle, and this will be proof that I can start over. Don't worry about me or contact me. I hope we can meet again in three years. —Nase Fumino."

"P.S.: The sleeping pills are specially made for Uma Musume and have no side effects, but they might make you feel dizzy. I made you some nourishing food, which will make you feel better."

However, after reading the note, which was clearly revised countless times, Wada completely understood the whole story. He knew that from then on, he would never see Naise Fumino again for the next three years.

However, she left an indelible mark on Hotan's life...both spiritually and physically.

"So, how am I supposed to explain this to good opera...?"

When Hajime thought of his beloved opera singer, who, although not yet married, had completely taken him as the sole "tyrant" of the household since their trip to Europe, he realized that this time when he returned, it would be difficult to explain to her.

But at least... he should probably wash himself clean, hoping that the racehorse girls with their keen sense of smell wouldn't detect anything unusual.

……

Wada took a shower, changed her clothes, and even carefully threw her old clothes into the washing machine before heading to the student council. From now on, Good Opera would be the student council president, and she would spend most of her time in the student council. Moreover, her leg injury had not fully healed, so training was not a practical option.

In fact, it is very inhumane to make an injured person handle documents, but Saima Musume's physical condition is sufficient to support such a task. She simply cannot run, but it does not affect her normal daily life.

When Wada arrived at the student council's door, he felt a little breathless because of his guilty conscience. After trying to calm himself down, he slowly knocked on the door.

"Please come in." The voice of a fine opera singer immediately rang out, and after a slight hesitation, Wada chose to push open the door and enter.

"Ah, Ryuji, you've come at the right time! Come and help me, I'm a bit overwhelmed."

As soon as Wada pushed open the door, he found that the student council was unusually busy today. On the side, Kissou and Narita Shirahito were assisting Hao Geju in getting familiar with the affairs, while Hao Geju, who was sitting in the student council president's seat, seemed to be a little overwhelmed, looking at the documents in front of him with a headache. When he saw Wada's arrival, it was as if he had seen a lifeline.

"Ryuji! Come quick, help me! Tell me, have you ever dealt with year-end adjustment documents?"

"...Shouldn't year-end adjustments be the job of government officials? Why does the student union need to get involved?"

"That's because we have the files of the racehorse girls from Treson Academy, so the student council is especially busy at the end of each year in order not to delay everyone's races and the New Year."

Qi Cao was also moving the documents over, assisting Hao Geju in sorting them, and didn't forget to flick her ponytail at Narita Shirahito, who was trying to slack off, to remind her to work properly.

"Even Bai Ren had to come and help, but of course, it was just helping out, offering some assistance that was better than nothing."

"Then, where is the president?" Wada looked around but did not see Rudo Symbol. Logically speaking, shouldn't Rudo Symbol, as the former student council president, also help with the task of helping the next student council president get familiar with the work?

"President... no, Rudolph seems to have something to do early this morning." Qisuo replied, "She seems to have something very important to do, so we'll take over here for the time being."

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen you since last night, Ryuji. How did your talk with Trainer Naze go?" Finally having a short break, Haogeju put down his pen and asked with a hint of doubt.

Upon hearing this, Wada's expression visibly stiffened slightly. He really wanted to confess about his relationship with Naze Fumino, but to be honest, he didn't want to talk to Hao Geju about it this time.

On one hand, he had no memory of that, and could only deduce the result. What if, Wada meant what if, nothing really happened? Of course, there was another consideration... Now that Wada and Naze Fumino had parted ways, many things would probably have changed in three years. It would be better to let this matter sink to the bottom of the sea and remain a secret forever.

After all, even Wada doesn't want to be bitten all over the neck by good opera again.

"Nothing came of it—so, fine opera, what did you and Nutao discuss yesterday?"

“Uh…” However, as soon as this was mentioned, the topic of pure opera was immediately changed, but her expression looked even more stiff than that of Wada just now, and her expression even began to look a little bad.

Clearly, the negotiations between Good Opera and Nu Tao did not yield any results. In fact, Good Opera may have even been persuaded by Nu Tao in the end.

But when Good Opera thought about what Nu Tao had said to her back then, and the sincerity she had revealed to her that day... Good Opera felt extremely uncomfortable just thinking about that scene, and she was constantly struggling with this matter.

"...What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

However, for some reason, when Wada clearly felt the resentful look in the eyes of the opera singer, he vaguely felt a sense of guilt, as if the opera singer had seen through what he and Fumino had done.

But in reality, the dilemma that Good Opera is facing, although different from what Wada thought, is similar in outcome...

As a "tyrant," should she share "a part" of herself? Good Opera feels that it will take her at least two or three years to come up with an answer to this question.

Chapter 408: Rudolf to Join the Miracle Team?

Time quickly came to the start of the Japan Cup, but the most eye-catching aspect of this competition, besides the prestigious families traveling to Japan, was the gold masters representing Japan, who dominated all the headlines. The "Gold Tyrant" after the "End of the Century Overlord" faced off against the best crystallization of the Anzai-ryu school in Europe, making everyone look forward to the competition.

In the end, the Golden Master seemed to have lived up to everyone's expectations, winning the Japan Cup with great satisfaction.

"Crossing the finish line! The Golden Maestro! She has once again won the GI title at the Japan Cup! She has once again demonstrated her dominance on the field as a tyrant!"

"And this time, the highly anticipated Noble Family only managed to secure third place! This match was once again won by the Golden Master! Although we may not be able to see the Golden Tyrant at the Arima Kinen, she has once again proven herself to be the strongest player of her generation in this Japan Cup!"

"Ha ha……"

"As expected—the combined pressure of your powerful [domain] and [aura] is truly overwhelming. You're an excessively strong guy. Could it be that the King of Opera has such a high opinion of you?"

"I had only heard about it before, and I had only seen your divine power in recorded broadcasts, but after experiencing it firsthand, I realized that this power is truly the strongest of its time."

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Wangzu clan, who crossed the finish line in third place, was panting heavily and even seemed a little unsatisfied. This competition had truly opened her eyes to just how powerful the Golden Master's dominance was. The strength of her [Domain] made the Wangzu clan feel the oppressive power of a "tyrant" for the first time.

In addition, Wangzu's condition was not good in this race. She had shone in Europe and dominated the Japanese track with her [Domain], but because she did not change her running style, she did not perform well. In addition, she had bad luck this time. She happened to have insomnia the night before the race.

Because I was thinking that if I lost this match, it would probably affect my prestige when I returned to France, and as I thought about it... I couldn't sleep.

And that's how things turned out. However, the noble family wasn't trying to excuse their defeat. They knew very well that it was natural for the home team to have the advantage, especially in horse races. Sometimes, home advantage could be the key factor in changing the outcome of a match—didn't they take advantage of Good Opera's unfamiliarity with the venue at the Arc de Triomphe?

Moreover, as a racehorse girl of the same era as her, the Golden Master's strength truly instilled fear in the noble families. It is estimated that at her stage, there were very few racehorse girls in the world who could rival the Golden Master.

"It's a pity. If the Golden Master had participated in the Arc de Triomphe this year... then it would have been really hard to say who would have won. I wonder if she would still have the strength to challenge the Arc de Triomphe next year."

"Next time, if you can come to the Arc de Triomphe, I look forward to facing you again in a European venue."

As she thought this to herself, she gazed at the golden master who was now the center of attention, smiled with relief, and quietly withdrew from the stage...

At this moment, the Golden Master turned her head slightly. She noticed the noble family silently leaving, but she did not stop them. She also knew very well that she would face them again at the Arc de Triomphe next year.

However, next time, his strongest opponent might not be a powerful family, but some other person...

The Golden Master is now more concerned about her physical exertion. This victory in the Japan Cup was expected, but the toughness of the Noble Family and other opponents surprised her greatly. The strong resilience of the Anjiang Well system meant that the Golden Master's initial fierce attacks were not completely effective.

Even in the end, the Golden Master had to use the same move he used against Mi Yu, making his [aura] stronger than his [domain] to show his wild side, and only then did he barely manage to take down the Noble Clan. For the Golden Master, just taking down the Noble Clan was already comparable to the consumption he had in the Chrysanthemum Appreciation.