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

"Moreover, although the trainer didn't watch, I watched the entire friendly match, and I remember Nutao's performance vividly. He's not an opponent I can easily handle."

"If you lose, Trainer Wada, don't cry. Instead, you should smile and enjoy my victory as the Overlord!"

However, for some reason, even though Hota hadn't reacted yet, Good Opera felt a tightness in her chest when she thought about how she might not be able to join Hota's team if she won against Nutao...

How strange... Victory is the honor that we horse girls should strive for, so why do I suddenly feel... so dislike this kind of victory?

"...What's wrong with you?" Wada seemed to share some kind of empathy with Good Opera. Although Good Opera appeared to be the same as always, Wada sensed that Good Opera's mood had suddenly dropped.

"—Hahahaha! I just find it amazing that I, the overlord, seem to have no secrets from you at all~"

Good Opera immediately masked her low spirits with a burst of exaggerated laughter. This was her most common method; whether breaking the ice, concealing emotions, or hiding her embarrassment, she would laugh and almost never show any sadness.

However, at this moment, under Wada's gaze, that gentle gaze that seemed to see right through him, all that could be seen was that Hao Geju's laughter grew softer and softer until finally even his ears drooped slightly, and for the first time, an expression other than confidence appeared on his face.

"...You're really strange, Wada. When I look into your eyes, I always feel like I have no secrets at all." Good Opera's voice was no longer exaggerated, but rather sounded like a normal conversation. If Tojo Hana and the other teammates were here, they would probably be startled by Good Opera's sudden change.

But for Wada, this seems to be the true nature of good opera—no, it should be said that every aspect of good opera is the true nature of good opera. This is good opera itself, whether it is confident or not, it is its true self.

"Maybe we met in a past life." Wada smiled and reached out to rub Hao Geju's head. Hao Geju's ears perked up instinctively, but soon went limp again.

“…Apart from my parents, no one has ever rubbed my head like this before, not even my trainer.” Good Opera was also a little surprised by her unexpectedly non-resistant reaction. In order to maintain her “authority,” she almost never allowed anyone else to rub her head without permission, not even her best friend.

How could she, a tyrant, be petted like a pet by others? Such a thing would never happen! — This thought vanished immediately after Wada's actions.

"Could it be that we really met in a past life? And the dream I had last night wasn't just mine alone?"

"……Dream?"

Upon hearing this, Wada also stopped what he was doing. It was the first time he had ever heard of a "dream" about a good opera, especially since it seemed that this dream was related to him.

"What kind of dream was that? Good Opera?" Wada couldn't help but ask. He had a guess, and this guess made Wada feel that it was his only chance to beat Good Opera.

Good Opera was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and tried hard to recall the fragments of her dreams—most of them were scattered memories, but... there were also some things she remembered.

"In that dream... I don't know what it was about, but I think I saw you in that dream..."

"I saw you crying your heart out, riding on... well... I don't know what kind of four-legged creature it was, and I, it seems, was floating beside you?"

Chapter 48: Everything I did was for you

Good Opera doesn't know what the dreams she has are all about; they are just fragmented memories. Good Opera has never experienced anything from those dreams... except for that person.

Yes, in her dream, Good Opera saw Wada's face—only older than the person she saw now, seemingly no longer a youth, but almost middle-aged.

In those fragmented memories, the opera glimpsed a person who resembled Hetian, who was very interested in a four-legged creature that looked somewhat familiar. The fragments of memory were almost all scenes of the two of them together.

However, these memories almost quickly faded from Good Opera's mind. The only memory Good Opera remembered very clearly and in relatively complete was that she was floating in mid-air, as if flying, and saw the person who looked like Wada riding a four-legged creature that Good Opera did not often see, competing with another group of the same people.

Is this... a race? Good Opera glanced around, gaining a general understanding of the situation. At that moment, she also noticed that the distance between Wada and that person was now only a tiny bit...

At that moment, Good Opera made a move—she slowly floated towards Hetian's back, stretched out her palm, and pushed him.

Although it was just a soft sound, a good opera singer could hear the sounds of that moment, the cheers echoing in her ears, and she could even hear the shouts from the commentator on the podium:

"The winner is [Miki Rocket]! Unbelievable! A huge upset! The winner of this Takarazuka Memorial is [Miki Rocket] ridden by Ryuji Wada!"

"Ryuji Wada has won his eighth GI championship after many years! Let's give him and his Mickey Rocket a round of applause!"

At that moment, the Radiant Opera, floating in mid-air, seemed somewhat dazed. However, the next second, she noticed Wada, riding a four-legged creature called the "Miki Rocket," turning around with tears in his eyes and looking at her with a seemingly incredulous gaze...

—This is the clearest and most organized dream that a good opera has ever created.

"It's really unbelievable. I'm even starting to wonder if I was like that strange four-legged creature in my past life. Was I an animal in my past life?"

Good Opera also found himself inexplicably funny, but quickly put the thought aside and turned to look at Hetian beside him.

"...Hey, what's wrong? Why aren't you looking at me?"

"……nothing."

However, Wada subtly concealed his emotions as he turned his head away. The words spoken by the opera had made Wada slightly unable to control his emotions, but at this moment, he could not let his emotions collapse here—especially when the opera was completely clueless.

However, this is really great... He has finally found the answer to a huge misconception he has been having all along.

So it turns out that in the end, you really were the one who gave me a push... What a wonderful opera.

However, no matter how Wada tried to hide it, Good Opera wasn't stupid. Although she hadn't reached the level of Wada being able to read her mind, Good Opera could still sense Wada's emotional instability at that moment...

Why does it look like he's crying? And it doesn't seem like he's crying because he's sad? Is it because he's happy?

Did she do something to make Wada very happy?

"Ah, five minutes seems to have passed, I have to go back." Wada seemed to have noticed that Tojo Hana had already turned back under the pretext of buying water. Having come several times before, Wada knew what the other party meant; it was telling him not to linger.

Wada immediately stood up, wiped the marks off his face, and then smiled at Good Opera, saying, "Good Opera, I'm afraid I won't be able to visit you for a while. Nutao's training is underway, so we can only meet at cups every day."

"—Wait, Wada!"

Unexpectedly, however, Good Opera suddenly felt a pang in her heart and immediately stood up to stop Wada. Facing the person who had met her not only in reality but also in her dreams, she couldn't help but slowly ask:

"You... I don't want to discourage you, but you really might lose."

Good Opera swallowed hard, a hint of trepidation in his voice, and asked, "What if Nu Tao loses? You... are you really planning to keep training Nu Tao forever?"

"Are you really going to give up on letting me join your team?" The opera singer swallowed these words, not uttering them aloud. She didn't know why she wanted to ask, but she knew she was a little afraid of receiving a positive answer.

She would never hold back, and she would never compromise under any circumstances. No matter who the opponent was, even if it was Rudolf's symbol, she would definitely fight with all her might and win—this was her mission as a racehorse girl, and also her bottom line as "Overlord".

But... if she really wins, is this the result she truly wants?

For a moment, Good Opera was filled with mixed feelings, and she even forgot her usual pretense. She had no answer in her heart, so she wondered if Wada knew the answer to this question.

She felt that Hotan would definitely make a choice that satisfied her, an answer that she could accept.

"...I've had this idea in mind from the very beginning. What a wonderful opera."

However, after a moment of silence, Wada sighed silently, a somewhat insecure smile appearing on his face. In truth, he was more worried about this outcome than about the opera itself.

“If Raging Waves and I really lose… then, good opera, it means you have a trainer who is far superior to me, who can bring out your full potential.”

"I... You might find it unbelievable, but based on my understanding of you, I've written a training template specifically for future planning."

As he said this, Wada stared directly into Hao Geju's somewhat dazed and surprised eyes, seemingly feeling a little embarrassed. After all, Hao Geju hadn't even joined the team yet, and he was already writing this kind of future planning template... as if he had Hao Geju completely under his control.

But in reality, whether they win or lose, this template is of great use to Hotan.

"I originally planned that if I lost, I would share this template with Ms. Tojo Hana and strongly urge her to train you according to this template—but after thinking about it carefully, I am still somewhat unwilling."

"I want to give you this template myself, good opera. I want to use my abilities to train you to surpass the Emperor's Maid of the Horse."

"……Why?"

However, Good Opera seemed stunned by Wada's words, and asked with slightly dazed eyes, "You've been so good to me...you've planned so many things for me, why are you so persistent with me?"

Although Good Opera is narcissistic, she knows that she is just a newly debuted racehorse girl. Although she always calls herself "Overlord", her achievements are far from deserving of that title.

Even her debut competition was full of twists and turns, and she thought that her talent might have reached its limit.

At first, when Wada wanted to recruit her into the troupe, she thought it was just because she felt something about herself had provoked him, making him feel unique. But now, good opera can no longer rely on such excuses to secure its position.

The other party has done a lot for me, even though I haven't joined their team. They have made plans for me. What is their purpose in doing this?

When faced with the question about good opera, only a sad smile appeared on Wada's face, filled with countless sorrows and emotions, yet he spoke in a very ordinary tone:

"Everything I do is for you, good opera."

……

"—A good opera? A good opera? Wake up."

"Ah." The sound of Tojo Hana's voice calling her again brought her back to her senses. She saw Tojo Hana looking at her with a strange expression, asking rather oddly:

"Good opera, what's wrong with you? What did that guy Wada do to you? Your face has been red since earlier, are you running a fever?"

"—No! Nothing happened! Ha, ha ha ha ha ha!"

Good Opera, unusually flustered, waved his hand dismissively, then laughed to cover his embarrassment, quickly turning around and saying, "To think that I, the overlord, would lose my composure like this! Ryuji Wada, hmm, I'll remember that name! Next time in the Daily Cup, I'll definitely get my revenge for this humiliation!"

However, under the moonlight, Tojo Hana could clearly see that the opera singer, bathed in moonlight, had ears that were hidden by her orange hair tinged with a beautiful, lingering crimson...

Chapter 49: Has the Great Opera Suddenly Gone Wrong?

After some time, the time for the Daily Cup is getting closer and closer. Now, the three trainers have gathered together again, training their assigned racehorse girls on the training field. The three of them are like a team, helping each other.

Over time, the horse racing girls, who were originally from different classes and dormitories and had little to no interaction, became familiar with each other and developed a very good relationship after a few days of training together.

"Nu Tao, your initial movement skills still need refinement. Keep going, don't stop!"

"Gold Ship, McQueen, keep pace with the raging waves!"

"Kallen-chan! Slow down! Try conserving your energy for a final sprint!"

"Yes!"

The three trainers' voices, rising and falling, prompted the four racehorse girls to agree. Now that they were familiar with each other and could train side by side to their heart's content, the four racehorse girls began to do their respective strengths training according to their trainers' requirements.

It's worth mentioning that McQueen and Rumble have successfully lost weight, and it's been a few days already. At that time, they were still wearing weights and training with Golden Ship and True Machine.

Over the course of a month, both McQueen and Nuotao felt the significant effect of this weighted running method on improving their explosive power, and they both began to enjoy wearing weights in their daily training in order to achieve a stronger explosive power on the field.

Maki and Kinsen originally wanted to undergo this kind of training, but after Jinlang put weights on them, Maki couldn't even move her legs, and Kinsen was so tired after running one lap that she gave up. So they didn't continue with the weighted competition.

"It seems that Raging Waves and McQueen's talents are showing the fastest right now." Jin Lang, watching the four female racehorses running and training side by side on the track, nodded and said:

"Logically speaking, Raging Waves should be a late-maturing horse, but you, Wada, have actually brought out her potential. McQueen is also showing a will that is no less than what we know. It seems that racehorses really can't be judged the same as racehorses we know. We can't generalize about them all."

“Yes, their feelings are the same as ours. We have more communication with each other and can understand each other’s meaning more quickly.” Chi Tian couldn’t help but sigh when he heard this. Spending time with Zhen Jiling has greatly healed Chi Tian’s heart after being rejected by the Golden Master.

Zhen Jiling neither made training difficult for Chi Tian nor resisted competitions. Even if Chi Tian arranged some training programs that Zhen Jiling was not good at, she would obediently carry them out after a bit of coquetry, until Chi Tian's mission goal was achieved.

Such an obedient racehorse is something even the real Maki-ryo himself probably couldn't achieve. It can be said that the biggest beneficiary of the "ability to communicate" aspect is probably Ikezoe—he truly experienced firsthand the genuine "love" from Maki-ryo.

"But in terms of progress, Wada, your team is much more harmonious!" Ikezoe patted Wada on the shoulder, his gaze unconsciously drifting to Nutao, who was currently running at the front of the group, and said with a hint of sourness:

"You're really lucky, aren't you? Last time it was a great opera, and this time it's the famous 'Raging Waves'. At first, I thought that her timidity would affect her performance, but I didn't expect that she would not be the same as the racehorse girl she used to be."

“Hmm… Nutao is even more courageous on the field than usual.” Wada didn’t say much about this, his gaze was completely focused on Nutao, and he said with full concentration, “This is my last gamble.”

"Next week is the Daily Cup, right? Wada, your training these days... is it focused on improving the last kick of the Raging Waves?" The most experienced Jinlang naturally saw that Wada's recent training of the Raging Waves was entirely focused on strength and speed, without any emphasis on endurance. It was clearly training specifically for the Daily Cup.

The Daily Cup, a 1800-meter turf race, can only be considered a mile race. For Raging Waves, who excels in middle and long distances, there is no need to worry about stamina. Instead, the key is to get into the zone as quickly as possible within the limited distance, so as to dominate other female racehorses from the start and make good use of her strengths in the final leg.

However, the final strike depends on who you're up against. The final strike of the Raging Waves is powerful, even surpassing the current McQueen—but her opponent isn't Megumi McQueen, but rather the finest opera.